The title of the most boringnest actor in the world is taken by Orlando Bloom, Barb. That reminds me of an anecdote. I was driving along the road to the Denver airport one time and saw out of my rearview a Ferrari Testarosa quickly coming up on me. I said to myself, That has got to be Don Johnson heading from the Centennial Airport, where his plane is, to DIA (Don has a house in Aspen). So, I slowed down to let him pass and give me an eyeful. But it was not Don, it was Kevin Costner.
I am also a Gyllenhaalic, because there is so much Ennis in my personality already that I dare not allow in any more. So, I had a dream about Jake last night (my first, always before, I've dreamed about Jack). He was visiting some kind of institution as part of a fund-raising program, and I was part of the staff. When he walked into the room, the rest of the staff got all googly-eyed and shy, but not me. I barged right up to him and welcomed him to the place and offered to give him a tour. I just couldn't keep my hands off of him! I kept shaking his hand (with two of my own), touching his back to steer him, and even pulling his hair, which seemed to tickle his funny bone. Then, he said he had to use the bathroom and would I show him the way. Instead, I got behind him and was gently pushing him toward the basement! Then he started to resist, and sob, I woke up!
