Friday, December 31, 2010

I swear I have friends.

"Don't spend the night alone. Call me if your roommate doesn't take you out."

- Text from concerned friend, 8:21pm


Happy New Year guys!

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Rooftop angel

Jesus Christ! in an Irish lilt
A moment of fear in the slide and scrape
Then safe.

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Overdose.

Two things I thought I'd never get sick of: dessert and movies. My sojourn with two friends (like real friends, not the dessert and movies) has been one of marathon baking, channel surfing, and oversleeping. Somehow there were enough hours in two days to accommodate all these activities in excess. My waistline too is probably accommodating to the indulgences. Tea and books detox here I come.

Friday, December 24, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Well, baste my steaming puddings!


Top Christmas movie lists are all the same, it's really quite dull. Everyone knows It's A Wonderful Life and A Christmas Story are musts, so why repeat what's agreed upon?
Here's some non-generic Christmas cheer featuring a jarringly friendly but still hilarious Blackadder and appearances by Hugh Laurie, Stephen Fry and Miranda Richardson. Imagine a tea-party with Prince George, Melchard, and Queen Liz. Best tea-party ever.

While we're on the subject of the genius that is Rowan Atkinson, his bit part in Love Actually is also absolute gold.

"Ready in the flashest of flashes" --that is a total Blackadder moment they must have deliberately referenced. God, who needs Bing Crosby when you've got this guy's wit and charm.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

All I want for Christmas.

This is currently my desktop background. Colin Firth gorgeousness aside, Love Actually is actually the best Christmas film. But Colin Firth doesn't hurt. To do: Bridget Jones viewing, which I know I will be hating at the very same time I'm lapping it up. Otherwise known as the continuation of vicariously living through romantic comedy characters to get through a solitary life winter.

Monday, December 20, 2010

No big deal.

Home alone = walking around in my underwear, feeling badass in general