Getting desperate

Obviously all of you do know I'm a tv addict - and I've made it clear that I'm hopelessly obsessed with hunky gardeners and shirtless plumbers in the suburbs - which is why I've been spending my time catching up with what's happening on Wisteria Lane - aided by my new friend, that torrent thingamajig. Still not sure how the hell it works - not that I'd want to know the gory details - but it's definitely a sweet, sweet blessing.

***Spoilers ahead***

I've said before that one of the wicked characters, Andrew van Der Kamp, has become a prime favourite - and in the later episodes he hasn't changed for the better at all. Far from it thankfully. Yeah, I am evil that way. There's no gay man on television who plays wickedly sadistic with a sweet, beatific choir-boy smile like Shawn Pyfrom can. Not only does he try to blackmail his abnormally perfect Stepford mother, he's doing his best to scandalize the conservative neighbourhood by making out with his hottie lab partner.


I've been a very bad boy. Spank me, please!

Unsurprisingly, there are those out there who have raised alarms over the fact that the gay character in Desperate Housewives is negatively portrayed as a borderline psychotic man-boy but I find it... rather refreshing actually. Time enough we had a devious, manipulative gay predator around rather than the wimpy, limp-wristed stereotypes we've seen before.

And after all, isn't the devious manipulative type far more common amongst gay men? :)

Still despite my gay genes urging me to take Machiavellian action, I've succeeded in curbing my instincts to push Big Bicep Barry's buttons. In an email a few days back, a wonderfully wise friend of mine reminded me that good friends aren't that easy to come by - and he is right after all. Perpetually needling him seems like a sure-fire way to push such a reticent man away. Surely it is obvious by now that he doesn't want to rush things between us ( not like there's anything much between us at the moment! ) so I've actually resolved to let it progress as it may and let him make up his mind what to do with a pest like me. While he's getting his issues resolved, I shall keep my eyes peeled for any other possibilities - such as a hottie Chris Evans lookalike moving in next door.

Anyway hell, I'm too sick these days to do much about anything :)