Ben at EclecticsAnonymous recently blogged about Daniel Jackson, and implied that my fan-girl mental frolics might be slightly less than purely cerebral.

Balderdash I say! (If you will excuse my language).

Nerdy less-than-physically-perfect men have been my downfall since I was very young.

My friend Barb will recall a certain spindly, large-nosed, acne-plagued actor from our highschool that nearly came between us as friends (I saw him FIRST!)  I was in the pit orchestra, he was playing “Marryin’ Sam”  in Lil’ Abner.  I learned all of his lines before HE did.

Certain friends still occasionally mock me for what they only assume must be my mental-illness induced view of Jeff Goldblum (Here's a better picture).  What can I say?  I think he's cute, and it's because of his quirky, nerdy persona.  (In my defense, I never saw The Fly…from what I hear, that would have short-circuited the Jeff Goldblum thing right out of the gate).

And come on, Jon Stewart, while he has gotten awards for sexiness, is not exactly a smoldering tower of cut –out masculinity.  Yet I find him incredibly sexy. 

Sorry Ben, it’s the brains, baby.

But I’m not ashamed to admit it...those new biceps Michael Shanks was suddenly sporting a few seasons into the show didn’t take any air out of the tires.  And there's no denying that without the nerding-up he gets to play Daniel Jackson for SG-1, Michael Shanks is classically georgous.