Before the storm hits

Today it has been NINETY DEGREES AND SUNNY. It is APRIL in the Midwest, y'all. However, Mother Nature will smite us at 3AM tonight with a huge thunderstorm (bonus possible tornadoes), so I guess it all evens out. (Yay WeatherChannel Hour by Hour.)

There has been much sadness here (lost another member of my family, quite unexpectedly). In self-preservation, I have evidently fixated on the new Hawaii Five-0. I am writing again (three fics in various stages of completion).

In the process of researching something for an in-progress story, I came home Friday and wore out the TiVo on the second scene of Mana'o, where Danny is trying to find Grace's Dolphin Trainer Barbie.

(Small back history: I admit that I have a "type", and the "type" is definitely the tall, dark and handsome end of the spectrum. Adrian Paul. Leonard Nimoy. Paul Gross. Joe Flanigan. Alex O'Loughlin. Cue the cliche "Love is blind", because my husband is blond. The universe loves irony.)

That said...Oh my dear FSM, Scott Caan is seriously beautiful in this scene. The morning light, the golden blond hair, the reassuring daddy face. The very broad shoulders in the very tight dress shirt. I wish I had the ability to screencap, because I really need an icon of this.

And sheafrotherdon was kind enough to post this Scott Caan picspam, and now I want to knit him socks. Really loud socks, because he has the moxie to carry them off. Crap. And a scarf, because from the pictures he really likes scarves. *headdesk* *headdesk*

Maybe it's for the best that I'll likely never have the money to vacation in Hawai'i.