Weeks ago, in some stupid post, I revealed one of my many secret shames, namely, that I get all be-moistened by Lorenzo Lamas. I want to make it clear that there are lots of men who get me equally bothered and a great many more who give me even bigger pants. Anyway, I suspect that post has somehow linked me to the shadowy world of Lamas lovers since today in my email I got a breathless announcement of an entire page full of Lorenzo posters. Who knew? Who cared? Is there anyone this fascinated with some D list beefcake, who, for that matter, hit his beefcake prime twenty years ago? The world is such an odd, odd place.