Showing posts with label Buffy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Buffy. Show all posts

16 April 2012

STOP THE PRESSES!

Having spent the whole day gazing adoringly at Lenny Kravitz in a bookshop, we thought we'd take a recreational turn around a few book blogs, when something VERY EXCITING OCCURED.

The specific blog: Awesome People Reading 

The specific awesome person reading: Sarah Michelle Gellar. 


And the specific book? 

What is the specific book?

The specific book is Where is Baby? by Sally Rippin!



Buffy is reading our book! Buffy is! BUFFY. IS. READING. OUR. BOOK.*

That is all.



* Sally - I'm pretty sure this means you and SMG are, like, total best friends now.


 

25 June 2009

29 January 2009

Wilted Onions


Apparently everything breaks when the temperature is over 40 degrees Celsius (that's 104 degrees Fahrenheit) for two days in a row: trains, trams, electricity... brains.

So while we lie on the floor panting, here are some pretty/interesting/funny/educational things. (OK, none of these are educational.)

Vampires. We like them. We really like them when they are being staked, or when they are all dark and broody and have a soul, or bleached hair, an English accent and (eventually) a soul .

That's why we like this so much.
'But you know what they say: stakes don't kill vampires; girls with stakes kill vampires. Mr Sparkly, meet Mr Pointy.'

And this. It speaks for itself, really.

As has been stated before, most of the Onions are firmly Team Jacob (though we wavered temporarily after seeing the film), but the thought of snuggling up to an ice-cold vamp is actually mighty appealing in the midst of this heatwave. Although, come to think of it, I suppose Edward doesn't actually have an internal refrigeration device, does he? I mean, he's cold because he frequents cold climates. In this heat he'd just be room-temperature. ICK. Scratch that thought, still Team Jacob over here.