Oh Jon, I ADORE you!

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On Governor Mark Sanford's apparent moral hypocrisy:

Just another politician with a conservative mind and a liberal penis.


*worships with great worship*

Do not go into the dark. Stay away from the dark.

Okay all, I made another Karl picspam over at ontd_startrek. Reproducing it here for my f-list.


Not every one of Karl's films has been artistically amazing, or at least well-budgeted. Some of them only have one really stellar component - KARL URBAN.





Yep, it's that Down Under Crack!Fic masterpiece, The (Irrefutable) Truth about Demons. I found a copy and sat down to watch this sucker. Oh, I was warned against it, believe you me. But in my new-found passion for Teh Karl, I decided I could take anything. Girding my loins, I commenced.

And you know what? I LOVED IT. It is brilliantly deranged, and yet still silly as hell. It really does unspool just like a good round of crack!fic tig, getting more and more ridiculous, dark and LOLarious as it goes along.

As for Karl, OH PLEASE YES. He spends around 90% of the movie either sweating, half-naked, bleeding or terrified, often two or more of those together. As well as half-naked. His pouty lips and his thunderous eyebrows get a full work-out, and he does some fantastic shrieking and struggling. He gives great snark (loved the crack about Aleister Crowley), has his nipples tweaked, and looks slavishly edible in a dog collar. Also, he cries beautifully. When he weeps, I'm minded of Louis de Lioncourt - "his tears became him like jewels".

Did I mention he spends a lot of this movie half-naked? Because he does.


( That's what you get when you fuck around with that X-files shit! )