The Monday Tuesday Hotness: “Suck it, Trebek!” Edition
Happy birthday to Sean Connery, who turned 79 years old on August 25th. I think I speak for the entire heterosexual female population of this and and any other planets when I say “I’d hit it.”
I first “met” Sir Connery when I was a little girl in Darby O’Gill and the Little People and decided yep, it would be mighty nice to have one of those around.

I soon discovered his other charms

by which I mean his dimples, of course.

(right now Thombeau from the diving Planet Fabulon is fainting in his falsies)
Full disclosure: I’ve never actually seen Thunderball, but now I think I know where they got the title.

Although actually I prefer him clothed.
as is this:
but this? Well…less than ideal.

Sorry Sir Connery, not even you can work the thigh highs after 30.




I don’t know how he did it, but that man even made golfing look sexy in Goldfinger. Yum.
Fanning myself furiously. Whew!
Even at 79 he’s got IT…and I’d still hit it.
“…that’s what your mother said last night, Trebek!”
Zardoz!
Was there really *any* excuse for Zardoz?
Any costume designer who would put a man in red diapers and brown thigh highs must never be allowed to work again. Who came up with the clothes for this character? Woody Allen?
It’s taken me a lifetime to appreciate Mr. Connery’s deliciousness, but one brief look at that last photo has made me rethink completely.
(though he does look great in a kilt).
I have had a bad taste in my mouth for Mr. Connery since the interview where he said that women need slapped sometimes, just to keep them in line. No thanks.
I remember the night a good friend introduced me to Barbarella and Zardoz in rapid succession. Good times, good times.
Oh, and Plummy, where is Dr. Henry Jones? A good looking man in tweed…just…yum.
Personally, I think this was the best he’s ever looked: http://content8.flixster.com/photo/31/16/01/3116018_gal.jpg
But then, I’m bent that way.
Bond meets Borat!