Anyway, as I am vast and contain multitudes and contradictions, it should go without saying that I have an exception to this "don't fixate on the actor" rule of mine. That exception is Nathan Fillion. I doubt anyone is surprised by this. For those of you who have been hiding in a hole these last several years, let us examine Exhibit A from when Nathan played Captain Malcom Reynolds:
|I have a strong desire to go watch more Firefly now...|
Because he's awesome. He has a sense of humor. He does goofy things like Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog and the Swamp Ass PSA. Beasty follows his Twitter and occasionally shares the posts of note with me, which have alternately had me laughing hysterically or feeling moved. He doesn't live in the tabloids, I've never heard about him having intense displays of ego, and while I'm sure he's not perfect he seems like a decent guy. If Nathan asked me to leave Beasty for him, I would be forced to give it some serious thought, but he never would because he's a gentleman (this is, of course, in an alternate universe where he and I have actually met and he would actually find me attractive).
So, there it is. Confession time over. Farewell, my minions.