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Because, clearly, I would rather see any kind of cinematic trash than watch anything on any critic's "Best Of" list this awards season, I saw Jennifer Gardner's new rom-com, Catch and Release last night. 'Twas a cute movie and a fun little date night with a certain hot blonde. I'm discovering that I really like movies without any kind of pretention -- and this movie certainly wasn't putting on any airs. It was what it was, and I thought it was fun.

Worth the price of admission alone is Sam Jaeger (above, and right), perhaps the most perfect man I've ever seen. He's a decent actor and the epitome of my archetypical type. His performance isn't anything that extraordinary, but he does a good job as an unrequited everyman. Plus, he's so damn handsome it hurts. Add to the fact that his character a rugged, sensitive outdoorsy man in Boulder, and I'm hooked.

(Insert fisherman joke here.)

Sam Jaeger (how hot is that name?) -- will you marry me?

And since I'm clearly delusional, we can totally have a threeway ceremony with George and Callie and Burke and Christina.

After two years of admiring from afar, 2006 was going to be the year that I watched Boston's annual Santa Speedo Run up close and personal. Sadly, Big K and I skipped the event -- and we're both kicking ourselves now that we've seen the coverage from Evan, heyletsgo.com, and a Towleroad correspondent. While it would've been tremendously hot to see all those smokin' guys up close, it's probably for the best -- I would've sunk into a holiday depression for lack of touching. I suppose there's always 2007... only 360-something days!

That's my hot friend Jason, BUTT Magazine's newest cover boy.

I'm not entirely sure how a man in Brattleboro, Vermont, however handsome, becomes an international gay pin-up model -- but I'm certainly not complaining. That's a hot picture, and one of my friends is kinda famous. And, really, what more can you ask for in life? :)

Congrats, Jason.

Here's some eye candy of this Olympic superhero (courtesy of Google image search):

[Via towleroad, and another kind source.]

It's official: Joey Cheek is my favorite hero and hottie of these Winter Games. (20sum to Bode: Go home!) While there's a TON of photos of my favorite speedster over at NBCOlympics.com, I found these three pre-Olympic goodies via a Google search. That second one? You know he was posing for me.

My vote for Hottest Olympian is leaning towards Joey Cheek, whom the US watched win the Gold in men's 500 meters speedskating during last night's telecast.

His victory in the men's 500 meters — a furious sprint — gave the United States its second speedskating gold medal of the Turin Games, adding to the one Chad Hedrick won in the 5,000 meters Saturday.

It was also the second straight 500 victory by an American in as many Olympics. Casey FitzRandolph won at Salt Lake City, but this time nearly fell in his first race and finished 12th.

"He blew everybody away," FitzRandolph said.

Dude sure blows me away...

I think it's the hair. Or a combo of the hair and the complexion. The maturity. Plus he looks good in that little outfit when he speeds around the ice. He's kind of like The Flash (circa Wally West, anyway).

And that Gold metal helps.

Joey, you're just plain hot. Be my Valentine?

Speaking of hot olympians, there's a website devoted to the cause. Be sure to HotOlympians.com for the round-up on the studs of these Winter Games.

Here's a (Bode-heavy) sampling, via QueerClick:

These '06 games are off to a great start. Here's my two cents on the first few days of my favorite international spectacle:

• Friday night's televised opening ceremonies -- a spectacle (there's that word again) so gay and silly, and yet so awe-inspiring -- knocked my socks off. There was literally so much fire that you have to call the event flaming. I spent the first few hours with a few co-workers, and we offered running commentary on the decidedly odd performances and the fashions of the parade of nations. I made it home somewhere between "K" and "U" and watched the rest of the parade and ceremonies with my housemate. At times, very cheesy, but so fun. Yoko Ono? Bad. Susan Sarandon? Out of place. Peter Gabriel? Scary-looking, but still has that amazing voice. But the real questions I am left with: Who designed the Power Ranger outfit for the dude who started the ceremonies? What was up with the disco soundtrack during the parade of nations? (In case you missed them, you can view a very US-centric photo gallery on the Detroit Free Press' website.)

  

• Yeah, yeah. Drunk skier Bode Miller is hot. We all know this. I give him five more minutes until he's grotesquely adored to Jake Gyllenhall proportions, and I deem him overrated and undesirable. (I'm already starting to favor Skier/Footballer/Model/Playboy Jeremy Bloom -- even if he's dating The Real World San Diego's Cameran.)

• Kwan is gone. The overrated -- but extremely cute -- twenty-five-year-old American skater withdrew from the Olympics just this morning due to injury. Oh, Michelle. Why do we waste so much press on you?

• Boston's finest, Marco Sturm, Bruins forward, also withdrew from the games due to injury.

• Though I rarely pay attention to who wins, the US has it's first Gold in '06 -- Chad Hedrick will take home the metal in 5,000-meter long-track speedskating. For those who don't know, the 28-year-old Texan had never competed on ice until three years ago. Known in the world of (non-Olympic) inline skating (read: rollerblading), Hedrick was inspired to switch gears after seeing a friend in the '02 games (or at least that's what Bob Costas told me). Yay for Chad. He has a very sexy southern drawl and is pretty cute to boot, therefore he deserves to be a hero.

• My favorite Olympic event, curling (don't you laugh), hits the ice Monday. Sweet!

So there you have your 20sum Olympic Wrap-Up. What did you think of the opening ceremonies? What is your favorite event? Who is your favorite hot Olympian?

Anyway, I went to Linens & Things the other day, shopping around for a new comforter, and there I was confronted with THE NATE BERKUS COLLECTION. So the dude is hot -- kinda looks like the dad from Gilmore Girls, who was in that gay movie with that guy from Melrose Place -- and his picture is all over the place. And then it turns out his stuff isn't so bad.

In fact, one thing in particular was so not bad that I obsessed about it for a few days. A "coverlet" -- whatever that means -- in "Rust" (looks orange to me). Said "Rust coverlet" had been in my thoughts since Saturday, so today I took a trip back to LnT and picked up this "Queen Coverlet":

Yelli, my bed is orange now. When are you coming back to Vermont so you can sleep in it?

This run is an annual fundraiser for the Ellie Fund, a Massachusetts breast cancer charity. Since 1999, Boston dudes -- both hot and not -- have been stripping down for the greater good.

Hot men with hot packages in cold weather aside, the run reminds me of the spirit of Boston that I love so much -- a city where its people will find a way to make money for a cause by doing things like pub crawls, motorcycle rides, and near-naked streaking in winter. That's a city that I love.

[Via, predictably, towleroad -- many more hot photos can be found over there, too. And visit the run's official site for other pics and, even, videos!]

Duncan Sheik's still hot, yo.

The episode was overall solid, especially after somewhat lackluster bows by both Lost and Housewives. The little-medical-show-that-could delivers where the blockbusters couldn't. Even if the Meredith/Dr. McDreamy/Mrs. McDreamy storyline was a little eh, Sandra Oh rocked my ass out of the park and George was, well, my George.

So, no, the show is far from over for me. Still loves it!

(And don't forget -- the Grey's Anatomy soundtrack dropped today. Featuring great tracks by Tegan & Sara, Mike Doughty, Ben Lee, and Medeski Martin & Wood -- the album looks like it kind of, sort of rocks.)

Who knew Howard Dean used to be so hot? Seriously, I want to know who knew and didn't tell me...

[Via towleroad.]

Oliver is correct -- Jason Fromer is the hottest man on VH1's "Kept."

Praise be to TRENT for hooking me up with this glorious eye-candy: my beloved Mr. A-Z, Jason Mraz, nearly nude!

(Oddly, nekkid Jason looks somewhat like nekkid Duncan -- sorry Duncs, but it's true!)

Ex-Road Ruler Jake Bronstein tries to *ahem* immortalize himself over at his blog. And you get another glimpse of his willy. (Adults Only, obviously.)

I really, really enjoy What I Like About You.

It's a sitcom... on The WB.

Delete me from your Favorites now.

What I Like About You is a show starring 90210's Jennie Garth and, um, Nickelodeon's Amanda Bynes. I really have no idea what the premise is, but I catch the show on Sundays during EasyView, and I just love it. It's charming and kind-of-funny. But best of all, it features Popular's Mary Cherry (Leslie Grossman) -- and several hot young actors, particuarly one Nick Zano -- potentially one of the hottest men on television.

Nick Zano is hot.

I don't have much else to say - but I guess this is an excuse to post pictures of Mr. Zano.

Watch The WB's What I Like About You. And spend some quality time with Nick's pictures.

You'll thank me later.

I think my Clark Kent fixation is starting to resurface...

I'm sure most of you have seen the first pics of Brandon Routh as CK from Superman Returns that surfaced last week, but I was on blog-vacation so I didn't get to post them then.

So here they are now. I think he looks kinda hot, personally -- retro-hair and all. And, by god, he looks so much like Chris Reeves. He really looks like Clark Kent should!

[Via Superman Homepage.]

If he were not a character on a TV show, I would totally date George from Grey's Anatomy.

(By the way, does anybody have last Sunday's ep on tape or Tivo? I'm dying to know if he was wearing a Vermont shirt in the opening scene or not...)

I'm excited by the big Alias news that came out today, so to celebrate -- here's a couple shirtless screencaps of my other favorite (and dearly missed) character -- sexy reporter Will Tipin (one of my Top Five celebrity crushes, Mr. Bradley Cooper). Come back, Will -- and kill Vaughn while you're at it!

Tip of the day for my fellow Bradley lovers: check out the cult film Wet Hot American Summer (a Crash-and-Duncan fave) for a totally hot (and somewhat romantic) scene of Brad getting fucked from behind by noneother than Michael Ian Black (that bitch!)

Here's two of my faves:

Via Fleshbot (watch out - it's dirty):

We were never huge fans of MTV's Road Rules, but we're starting to wish we had turned into the fourth season at least to see whether or not Jake Bronstein got into the same sort of situations (or showed as much skin) as he shares on his funny, entertaining, and more than occasionally sexy website—including wacky poolside enema action, naked ice diving, and adventures in personal lubrication. If all personal websites were this much fun, maybe we wouldn't be spending so much time surfing porn.

And speaking of hot (straight) men, I'm continually admiring the great finds over at QueerClick -- today, particularly the blonde hottie named Drake (left), a ripped blonde surfer-type turned amateur-pornstar. The link brings you to more naughty content.

Daaaaaaaaaamn.

Browsing on QueerClick tonight (hot blog - Yelli beware, there are penises on it), I found a long-lost love: the guy from last year's GAP khaki ads that I fell in love with. Remember this beautiful, beautiful man?

Turns out the model's name is Raoul Bova, and he was also in Aliens vs. Predator, a movie I will never see.

Booooring. But QC has more pics of this a-maze-ing man in a smokin' gallery. Hot stuff -- but I think I prefer him in khakis.

(And this is how I am spending my Thursday night...)

Imagine my shock and horror when Mr. Disel was not waiting for me in the shower.

Searches for "Gavin DeGraw shirtless" and "What happened to Seal's face?" already bring you to this site.

So here you go:

Question: Are those scars on your face from rituals?
Seal: They are from a condition I had called Lupus.

- From an AOL live chat transcript from 1998.

Went back for my follow-up visit re: my wisdom teeth. It turned out to be an ordeal, as the reception desk apparently forgot about me and lost my chart. I ended up waiting a full hour for a five minute appointment. Grr.

The whole thing would've been a bust, had I not gotten to see Jeff again. Nothing too signifigant, but he came up to me in the waiting room, remembered me, and made small talk for a minute (he didn't touch himself at all, sadly). Very tame, but when you have a crush on a dental health professional, you can't expect too much.

He's not nearly as hot as I remembered (actually, he'd probably be considered only cute and, to some, borderline goofy), but, ya know, what? I'd still date him. I'd date him real good.

I had my wisdom teeth out yesterday. I'm quite unhappy today -- swollen and sore -- but at least I have pain pills to get me through this, as well as the impending holiday with my family.

Yes, I am home in Rutland, and I will be until Sunday. Merry Christmas to me.

I want to write a bit about the hot male nurse-type-thing who helped the doctor inflict this oral torture upon me. His name was Jeff and I love him. Even now I'm struggling to find a mental picture of him. I think he had curly-ish brown-ish hair, and he certainly had gray-blue eyes. He had a little bit chest hair that popped up from his scrubs. He had a nice, soothing voice and he often adjusted "himself" in his pants while talking.

The weird thing is, Jeff had his penis pressed against my arm during the whole procedure (I didn't get knocked out). I was zoning out with my iPod as the doctor drilled and hammered and pulled, but there it was, just pushed right up against me. I tried to ignore it, but soon became obsessed with this member beside me, trying to size it up, trying to figure out what signal it was sending me...

Somehow I managed to turn painful, bloody oral surgery into an erotic experience. But at least it took my mind off what was happening, at that time, in my mouth.

After it was done, Jeff gave me gauze and told me how to rinse. And then he delivered me to my parents in the waiting room. I really just wanted to turn back time before the fun-surgery and do him right there in the chair with arm restraints...

Here's hoping he's there for my follow-up next week.