Rossetti: You know why we need to move on?

Wax: why?

because number four is next.

Okay. Now, this is my desktop picture. It's been my wallpaper since, well, pretty much since I found it, which was very early on in the whole Norman-era.

It might become mine. What is this from? What magazine?

Hum. Let me look... Detour. Man, if I could get my hands on that.

What year/month? We need to get you some physical norman

I don't know, man! The Norman fans are very uninformative.

This is why we need a site. We shall be a repository of all information

Nsync fans are MUCH more helpful.

They really are. They're also a little more freaky. And I speak lovingly.

Most Norman sites are defunct, anyway. When they're not in fucking Japanese and of no help.

Nsync fans are also more... numerous. It's all a great freaky web of jjb-ers spanning the globe. They miss nothing. Norman fans are a bit isolated and confused.

They're kind of like 'who is this wacky guy I can't stop staring at?' Also, 'he's blessed. He's married to Helena Christensen.'

But we've strayed from the topic, which is... Princess Norman. Now, I love that the tiara is a real one.

Really?

Yup, if you look at the bit where it says 'pants by Prada, blah blah' they list the tiara.

I love the odd details of the photo. Like how his foot is really bumpy from bending. He looks really good with a tiara.

He does! Also, shirtlessness. Now, this is a boy who is NOT afraid of taking off his clothes. Which I can always appreciate in an actor.

This wasn't in the Lifted Pecs phase, but he's still rather wiry and strong. This is another picture where the tinyness of his nipples becomes really apparent. Ok, that might be every pic where his shirt is off.

And he doesn't have any kind of gym-pumped model body.

This is a good demonstration of the hair, though. There are too many wonderful things to even get them all down, man. The brain just goes 'brrkpt.'

The treasure trail!

Treasure. trail.

The Norman tattoo in all its fucked up, narcissistic glory.

The bicep tattoo.

And the soft belly.

His collarbones. His ears - they almost look pointed.

His perfect, wonderful collarbones that I fixate on every morning when I turn on the computer.

I love his hands. Especially when they're clenching a cigarette. Which is often. The eyes don't look so baggy, which gives him the hawkish look.

He looks very pointy in general. There's a bit of elvish going on there, with the eyebrows and the whole expression really. Elvish, hawkish, whatever.

The eyebrows are really pointy. Proving that they're not plucked for Deuces. Whew.

It's because he's looking up; the bags are more like... dark smudges. No plucking. Unless he ALWAYS plucks.

Good point.

But I must say that's unlikely.

I'd hate to think that he succombs to that type of beauty standard.

Considering his generally unshaven and un... everything appearance.

Exactly

I mean, why pluck the eyebrows if you're not going to shave or wash your hair for a week? I'm just sayin'.

You make a fine point. Just like his eyebrows.

So let's just decide that his eyebrows are naturally dainty and thin.

I love the bending of the belly on one side, and the streeeeeetching on the other. Muscle play is really sexy.

The outstretched arm there, too. The right hand with the wee tattoo.

OK, but, mostly. The belt buckle. And the bended leg.

You've mentioned belt buckles before. Some kind of personal thing? A suggestion of freckles on the upper chest there.

Nothing with belt buckles that I've made note of. I might have to go around checking. He doesn't look yoga bendy.

Well, he's not Madonna. Although he's trying hard, what with the tiara, muahahah.

But - see - he looks very confident in his own body. Easily stretching.

Or maybe that's more of an early Gwen Stefani look, I don't know.

Well proportioned.

Yeah, balanced.

Maybe he's some type of threatening bird, here. One leg.

He's altogether a fine specimen.

He's a . . . heron.

A heron! With the sharp raptor gaze.

Herons are predators, aren't they?

Er.

They snap the unfortunate little fish out of the water? I'm going to stop with this.

Now I have to look them up, damn you. My innate curiosity has taken over. ...Oh, uh. Well, they're not *predators* per se. They're waders, aren't they. Okay, a heron is not a very... scary bird. I'd say go for osprey...

I said to stop!

They hunt fish in a much more threatening manner... I can't stop! Okay, now I stop. ::zip::

I just have the image of my grandparent's statue of a heron in my mind.

So - the pants work well on him.

(I just seem to remember that herons are a bit like storks. Although that works with the standing on one leg...)

We can't let this go! Damn me and the heron!

It's a bit of a heron posture!