pretty much “spot on,” to everything this kindred soul wrote. (except, personally, i was ok w/ the pants…more to the imagination, etc.) i literally caught my breath that first shot in the film of daniel craig encased in those chaps. i think the only other times i’ve done that were at the sights of niagara falls and the grand canyon.  -ciw missworded: Dear Daniel Craig’s Chaps in COWBOYS AND ALIENS: I know the word “hero” is thrown around a lot without real meaning.  But you, good chaps, are the kind of hero that makes America, nay, the world a better, safer place in which to live.  Safer from alien attacks and safer for our eyeballs. Thank you for existing.  I know you used to be a cow, frolicking in the fields and chewing your cud.  I’m sorry for your terrible demise.  But I think you are in a good place now:  cupping Daniel Craig’s ass.  Look, seeing as how leather is very popular, I’m afraid you were never destined to die of old age.  At least you’ve brought joy to millions of people by gracefully framing a real work of art. Mary Zophres, the costume designer for Cowboys and Aliens, should be commended as well. If not for her inspired choice, I may not have noticed Mr. Craig’s illustrious bum as much as I did while watching the thoroughly enjoyable movie.  Okay, I probably would have, but still.  You, chaps, are the cherry on the sundae, the Cheez in my Cheez-It, the Garfunkel to our collective Simons. Chaps, you made me realize a dream I never even knew I had until it popped onto the giant screen in front of me.  Looking at Daniel Craig for two hours in tight tight tight leather chaps was truly a experience I shall treasure forever.  And I have you to thank.  You didn’t share the burden alone.  There was some very nice, framing-those-amazing-blue-eyes hat-work going on, and shirt, well, you did some splendid things for Mr. Craig’s forearms.  And those shoulders in that vest?  Standing ovation, all ‘round.  (Standing ovaries?  Indeed, what what.) Although I could have done without the pants. Thank you, Daniel Craig’s leather chaps.  You turned a really fun, geeky movie into something sublime and magical.  I believe that you defeated those evil aliens single-chap-edly.  All of us salute you. Love, Everyone, Everywhere.

pretty much “spot on,” to everything this kindred soul wrote. (except, personally, i was ok w/ the pants…more to the imagination, etc.) i literally caught my breath that first shot in the film of daniel craig encased in those chaps. i think the only other times i’ve done that were at the sights of niagara falls and the grand canyon.  -ciw

missworded:

Dear Daniel Craig’s Chaps in COWBOYS AND ALIENS:

I know the word “hero” is thrown around a lot without real meaning.  But you, good chaps, are the kind of hero that makes America, nay, the world a better, safer place in which to live.  Safer from alien attacks and safer for our eyeballs.

Thank you for existing.  I know you used to be a cow, frolicking in the fields and chewing your cud.  I’m sorry for your terrible demise.  But I think you are in a good place now:  cupping Daniel Craig’s ass.  Look, seeing as how leather is very popular, I’m afraid you were never destined to die of old age.  At least you’ve brought joy to millions of people by gracefully framing a real work of art.

Mary Zophres, the costume designer for Cowboys and Aliens, should be commended as well. If not for her inspired choice, I may not have noticed Mr. Craig’s illustrious bum as much as I did while watching the thoroughly enjoyable movie.  Okay, I probably would have, but still.  You, chaps, are the cherry on the sundae, the Cheez in my Cheez-It, the Garfunkel to our collective Simons.

Chaps, you made me realize a dream I never even knew I had until it popped onto the giant screen in front of me.  Looking at Daniel Craig for two hours in tight tight tight leather chaps was truly a experience I shall treasure forever.  And I have you to thank.  You didn’t share the burden alone.  There was some very nice, framing-those-amazing-blue-eyes hat-work going on, and shirt, well, you did some splendid things for Mr. Craig’s forearms.  And those shoulders in that vest?  Standing ovation, all ‘round.  (Standing ovaries?  Indeed, what what.)

Although I could have done without the pants.

Thank you, Daniel Craig’s leather chaps.  You turned a really fun, geeky movie into something sublime and magical.  I believe that you defeated those evil aliens single-chap-edly.  All of us salute you.

Love,

Everyone, Everywhere.