Ben Browder - baby soothing, coworker kissing ROCKSTAR

[grammarwoman]

The friend I went to the Chicago con with did not quite understand me when I said I wanted as much video as possible of Ben Browder. I don't know how he could have misinterpreted, "If Ben is talking, please be taping." *sigh* But hey, I got snippets of most of it on a very sexy camera, so I can't complain TOO much.

Here's the tail end of Ben singing "Hush Little Baby" to an infant (seriously, who brings a baby to these things?) that had been startled at the crowd noise and commenced screaming. I wish I could have gotten the whole song recorded (he went on for almost a minute) just for those nights when I'm having trouble falling asleep. Oh, and he also talks about kissing his way through the male SG-1 cast. (My apologies for YouTube's less-than-stellar quality - the vid itself looks much better than this.)

*Sigh* Ben Browder, how are you so dreamy?

Comments

[miniglik.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwwww.

That's so cute. I may be overwhelmed with "awwwwww."

[grammarwoman]

Because my inappropriate desire to make babies with Ben WAS NOT OVERWHELMING ENOUGH YET.

[miniglik.livejournal.com]

He just exudes Comfortable Masculinity in a way most actors don't. He doesn't even have to try. He can kiss his male costars and sing to babies and dress up like a woman, and he's still the most masculine guy in the room.

Your hormones are responding entirely appropriately to such stimuli. *nods*

[grammarwoman]

I believe you've hit the nail on the head right there.

I don't know if I can express this clearly, but...it's like he's never heard of the gay cooties. He's all hetero and stuff, but he doesn't feel the need to stridently confirm it by making fun of mannerisms that could be construed as gay.

Which doesn't help my hormones at all. *sigh*

[miniglik.livejournal.com]

Hee. Silly hormones. But remember, it's not your fault. All Ben's.

(I find it ironic that I'm going on about Ben's manliness, while googling pictures of Jonathan Rhys Meyers -- often the least masculine male in the room. Oh, fickle, fickle hormones. Settle down, sweethearts.)

[grammarwoman]

Hee - like I'm going to stomp up to Ben and demand that he stop being so damned sexy. *grin*

Fickle? Nah. It just means that you (OK, we) have RANGE. We are not to be constrained in our appreciation of the male form. Or something.

[miniglik.livejournal.com]

Yes. Range. That's it. (Or, I have preferences, but they were made to be subverted, no?)

[grammarwoman]

Exceptions are there to prove the rule, yes.

[miniglik.livejournal.com]

You know, Ben tries. He even puts on giant bunny suits and has terrible hair and wears frumpy clothes sometimes.

[grammarwoman]

> Giant bunny suits

Hm -- shows off the comedic side, plus willingness to make fun of himself, plus-plus all hot and sweaty when he takes it off. Nope, still a positive.

> Terrible hair

This can be a helpful temporary distraction, but then he dumps water on it and starts playing with it and...yep, right back where I started.

> Frumpy clothes

Not helpful in the least, because my brain starts suggesting taking OFF the frumptastic offenses, and you can see where that leads.

Dammit, Ben, next time we meet, you and I are going to have WORDS.

...in my head, because the mouth will still be busy babbling.