This morning, Bodhi awoke at 6.30, had a feed, and then proceeded to drone to himself while scratching and poking me with finger and toe nails until I leapt up in wild distraction fortyfive minutes later.

While I was lying there, being harrassed, I thought of three separate blog posts. I repeated them over and over, but one is gone, sadly one of the more important ones. Well, serious ones.

For some reason, I got to thinking about my favourite pinup, Jason Momoa

and the fact that he's in a relationship with Lisa Bonet.



Ok, I'll admit she looks a little overly thin and druggy here, not the picture of health, but beautiful despite it.


I know I'm not usually tabloidycelebritymagaziney, I'm sorry, but I love that these two are going out with each other. They look made for each other. The perfect amalgamation of beauty, they're the yin and yang, the anima and animus.



Don't get me wrong, this isn't some sort of terrible, racist, stick to your own kind sort of comment - on the contrary, I'd have the man's beautiful little coffee coloured babies as fast as you can say bicep.

Still, I just think they're perfect. And interestingly (in a tabloidy-voyeurism sort of way) Lisa Bonet was previously married to Lenny Kravitz - she clearly has a type. And a good type at that.