he's once, twice, three times amazing

i am about to divulge my current 'guilt free three' list.

i admit that this may in fact be a rather futile exercise, as i am currently single (and LOVING it, btw).

but hey, the format seemed to work well for this post, so get off my fucking case.

if you have been around these parts for awhile, you will know exactly what i mean by this.

however if you are new in nadstown, and you haven't a clue what the fuck i am talking about, read this (and this and this and this if you want) before you go any further.

are we all informed little chickens now?

right then. let's rock.

here is my 'guilt free three' list for today, tuesday may 16, 2006:

1) tim minchin:





















2) tim minchin:





















3) tim minchin:






















(honourable mentions for getting me all hot and jizzy today also go to gael garcia bernal, fabrizio moretti and ioyc)

tim minchin is a genius. he is an amazing musician and comedian with a wit to rival the unrivalable (i.e. someone very witty).

i was first alerted to his talents when he composed the (incredible) score for 'this blasted earth', a (brilliant) play written by the schmitz and cottonwood.

i then caught him on the telly a couple of weeks ago closing the melbourne international comedy gala with a poignant ballad about taking canvas bags to the supermarket.

and last friday night i had the privilege not only of seeing his current show, 'dark side', but i was also lucky enough to meet him. and hug him. twice.

THAT'S RIGHT, BITCHES!

i touched tim minchin and he touched me right the fuck back. twice.

he also wrote the words 'nadstown.com' in his phone and pretended to be interested in checking out my blog*.

*swoon*

problem is though, i also met (and touched) his wife. which is not a problem in itself, as she seemed a lovely woman. a lovely, stunning woman who looks like penelope cruz's better looking sister, and smiles so brightly i think i may have got a sunburn from just looking at her teeth.

the problem as such is the fact he is already betrothed. and not to me.

so i guess a hug is as good as i can ever hope for from this insanely talented and brainy man whose show was so good that my thighs still throbbed with post-orgasmic delight long after the encore was over.

*sigh*

so readers, who's on your 'guilt free three' list at the moment?

*(UPDATE: he came. he read. he emailed. he liked. OH, HAPPY DAY!)