Mango fried rice, a bottle of wine, and Hugh

To com­pletely bas­tardize the famous verse in the Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam about books, wine, bread and thou, I had a lovely Sat­ur­day night with my friend L.  We picked up some Pad Kee Mao (chicken, nicely spicy, loaded with Thai Basil) and Mango Fried Rice, drank a bot­tle of a flinty Macon-Villages, and feasted our eyes on this:

Yeah.  Dirty, sweaty, bearded Hugh Jack­man in Baz Luhrman’s Aus­tralia.  Just, yeah.  The movie was fun in an over-the-top, melo­dra­matic way, and the cin­e­matog­ra­phy, cos­tum­ing and color sat­u­ra­tion were all incred­i­ble.  The scenery was also fan­tas­tic.  Aus­tralia?  Pretty.  Nicole Kid­man?  Pret­tier.  Hugh Jack­man? Pret­ti­est of all.

Need more proof?  Exhibit B.

Still not con­vinced?  Exhibit C.

He cleans up well, right?  You can take him any­where.  And if the clut­ter around the house gets out of con­trol, or you’ve got too many peo­ple clam­or­ing for your time, effort and energy?

Hugh will whip things into shape for you.  I also hear he hosts large Hollywood-type events and knows his way around a Broad­way stage.

But at the end of the day, while I do enjoy a movie with Hugh Jack­man and his mus­cles and smile and great act­ing skills (and did I men­tion his mus­cles and smiles?) the fact remains– the BH makes a fab­u­lous omelet, a mean cup of tea, an excel­lent tuna melt, and is the best, cutest, fun­ni­est Sys Admin going.  And he looks great in a tux.

Really, he just needs to work on that bull­whip on horse­back thing and we’ll be all set.  Get crackin’, sweetie.