He is: James Marsters
He's in: Buffy the Vampire Slayer; Angel; Our Every Fantasy.
He's Here Because: This is The 11th Hour. He's James Marsters. Duh.

The Official: James Marsters - The Official WebSite

Perhaps we should have dubbed this one The Lame instead. From the opening Flash movie -- which makes one wonder when Riff Raff and Magenta are going to jump out and start singing "Let's Do the Time Warp Again" -- to the cheesy orangey-red flames overused throughout, to some of the most eye twitching grammar ever seen on the web ("When James is not filming, he likes to play his guitar, singing, painting and writing.")...

It's just a shame that The 11th Hour's object of idolatry is saddled with such a pathetic official site. If this is the level of quality that so called professional web designers are producing then thank the good Lord for talented amateurs!

The Way It Should Have Been Done: JamesMarsters.com

After viewing the official site don't be surprised if you feel that a little mental cleansing is in order. We here at The 11th Hour opt for the opposite end of the spectrum (that would be the good end) and head on over to our own web designer's altar to James Marsters.

Both visually pleasing -- it offers a color scheme outside the usual red/black/gray that's now rampant among James' fan sites -- and quick to load, the site is the definitive source of info on James Marsters. Carrying over the information from Lisa's old site, Red Moon, this puppy is packed to the gills with as much James stuff as she can get her hands on and still remain on this side of a federal penitentiary wall.

Uh... That would be the "not guilty" side. You know... just in case you were wondering.

The Dreamy: The Realms Of Darkness

Starting with the Outer Limits-y graphic on the main page this site is pretty beautimous. Yeah sure, you can probably get many of the same pictures, sound clips, screen caps, and information other places, but will the layout be this lovely? Chances are the answer is no.

And ain't that just a shame? As devastatingly sexy as James Marsters is he should have only comely sites devoted to him. At least we think so. But then again, you knew that already.