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Just watched "Silence in the Library" and "Forest of the Dead."

Uh.

Wow.

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From the World Entertainment "News" Network:

BARROWMAN'S BOTOX ADVICE

British actor JOHN BARROWMAN is a big fan of using Botox injections to preserve his good looks - but urges other thespians not to have too many of the treatments.

The 41-year-old Torchwood star admits he regularly receives the wrinkle-smoothing treatment as he is determined to slow down the aging process.

The injections - which freeze facial muscles - have been blamed for giving devotees a rigid, expressionless look.

But Barrowman insists actors can still opt for Botox, but only in limited doses.

He says, "I have Botox. The key is not to do the forehead. Men need forehead lines and doing the forehead makes you look like Nicole Kidman.

"Just do it around the eyes. I can still smile and look expressive. If something makes you feel good then you should do it." (LR/WNTST/TN)

I kind of find taking Botox advice from a man rather fun. And this definitely explains his preternatural prettiness! Plus he's right: he does have the most gorgeous smile evar.

What do you think: would you ever Botox? I might try it once, just to see if it actually had any effect and what it looked like. Barrows might be on to something here.

First, a lovely little interview with DT, by his friend Arabella Weir, in The Times Online.

...Still single (the tabloids have, usually erroneously, linked him with various women, including Kylie Minogue), David is pretty careful in all his choices. The only area in which he goes positively mad is in his choice of clothes. In fact his wardrobe can be very flamboyant, which is why those who know him quickly gave him the monicker of “metrosexual”.

In the early days many of my friends (principally male, I’ll admit), thought that he must be gay. “He has to be – you’re his best friend, and look at the way he dresses,” they’d protest.

Leaving aside the suggestion that an association with me reflects on a man’s sexuality, I had to break it to them that just because a guy wears a red velvet suit and is able to form a close friendship with a woman he isn’t sleeping with doesn’t necessarily mean he’s homosexual.

David, meanwhile, took all this teasing in his stride; he is so unmacho and fair-minded that the speculation about his sexuality never bothered him . “Why would it?” he’d say. Now, that’s what I call a real metrosexual....

CUTE.

And if this Daily Mail item is true, I hope DT has armed guards to walk him to his car at night... As a young lady of my acquaintance said upon hearing this news, "OH SHIT SON, IT'S ON LIKE DONKEY KONG!"

( Come on in for some Season 4 squee! )
Oh, it's back. And I am happy.

Ganked from moorewr, husband of peacockharpy: When you see this post, quote from Doctor Who (classic or new series) on your LJ.

"Always bring a banana to a party, Rose. Bananas are good!" - Ten

"Just this once, everybody lives!" - Nine

"I can't stand burnt toast. I loathe bus stations. Terrible places, full of lost luggage and lost souls. And then there's unrequited love. And tyranny. And cruelty." - Seven

So a few weeks ago we finally finished all the Torchwood episodes, and last night we watched the three-part season finale of Doctor Who! So now I can breeze through my Who/Torchwood pals' pages with abandon and no fear of spoilage! ( Hiding for the sake of the last human who hasn't seen them yet )

Let me know what you thought! And we still have most of Season 2 of Life on Mars to work through, so no giving anything away, plzkthx.

Season 3 of Doctor Who is coming to Sci-Fi, starting next Friday the 6th, with a double feature of "Runaway Bride" and "Smith and Jones"! Now you all -- I mean we, we all -- can watch them on our TV's just like the Brits!

Now, who's going to take up the challenge and start airing Torchwood over here? Sci Fi? BBC America? Come on, somebody, be bold.

So. This weekend was pretty nice. Friday night was mellow. Saturday we did nothin'. Hubby went out for his first real outdoor bike ride of the season. I stayed in because (a) still can't ride a bike *BLUSH* and (b) I have yet to suffer real serious allergy symptoms and I don't want to press my luck.

Saturday evening, Dr. M & Dr. H came over for cookout -- burgers, corn, salad -- and a 4-episode marathon of Doctor Who, Season 3! Hubby and I had seen "Smith and Jones" the weekend we, um, acquired it, but we hadn't seen the rest. And then the fourth episode finished... acquiring while we were watching the other three! "Shakespeare Code" was my favorite. It could have been really gimmicky and dumb, but it turned out really great.

Sunday, again with the doing nothing, until that evening. We took the shuttle over to Princeton and met some friends for dinner. It was perfect weather for a nice walk around town.

The cats are recovering from their ordeal. Hubby tried mixing their medicine in with their wet food, and that seems to be working OK! I hope they're getting the right amount. I noticed Fido wasn't eating his breakfast this morning. But wrestling them to the ground and shoving a shot into their mouths was terrifying them, and making Hubby want to cry. (I guess I'm a heartless bitch because, while I sure didn't like it, I knew it was a necessary evil so they will stay healthy.) Plus Hubby went to DC last night for an all-day meeting, and there's no way I could have dosed both cats by myself. They seemed to be looking around for him last night. They love their daddy.

Will write more later. I'm not feeling too great. Somehow last night I managed to strain or pull my left calf, even though I haven't been to the gym in almost a month. (These two things may well be connected.) I can kind of walk on it, but it hurts like hell.

Nope, me neither!

Tomorrow I may go clothes shopping. I threw out all my larger sized clothes last year when I hit my goal weight (smart, no?), and I can't fit into my size 10's, so back I go to 12's. Maybe even *shudder* 14's. This too shall pass, right?

And of course, Season 3 of Doctor Who starts on the Beeb tomorrow night! Which of course means nothing to me, for lo, I am a Yankee, and completely unable to see it in this country. I just mention it in passing.

Saturday is supposed to be the sunnier of the weekend days, so Hubby has hinted that smoked turkey may be on the menu. *scrumptious*

I still want to see 300, but I'm hearing all kinds of good things about a small movie called The Lookout. 300 will be out for a looooong time, but Lookout is only in a thousand screens, and could use the love. We haven't gone to a movie in so long, the last time we did go to a theater, I sat there the whole time wishing for a PAUSE button.

So clothes, bird, and maybe a movie. Huge weekend.