A smattering. A *multitudinous* smattering.
If you didn't already see this in circe_tigana's post, go here for a multitudinous variety of gorgeous pictures.
I just said multitudinous. *snicker*
Two things I have learned from this series of photos:
- Turns out the thing that bothers me most about Orlando Bloom is the long, greasy-looking hair. That picture with short hair is damn attractive.
- I really, really do not get what people see in Antonio Banderas.
My goal is to convince the College Board that BtVS is a "work of literary merit". Because then I can do all my AP essays on what I know best. One of the prompts we looked at today asked for a character of ambiguous morality, for chrissake. Spike has more moral ambiguity in his left cheekbone than there is in every book we've read this year.
It's twenty degrees here. Fahrenheit. That's minus five for all you people who've been giving your local temperatures in Celsius and confusing me for the past week, making me think it's so damn cold there with your "twenty-five below". Needless to say, I feel a bit daft now. Anyway, to give you an idea of just how much I can bitch and whine with the best of them cold I am, a turtleneck, a fleece hoodie, a chenille blanket, the furnace, and the fireplace are not enough to make me comfortable.
Must put more wood on the fire.
I just said multitudinous. *snicker*
Two things I have learned from this series of photos:
- Turns out the thing that bothers me most about Orlando Bloom is the long, greasy-looking hair. That picture with short hair is damn attractive.
- I really, really do not get what people see in Antonio Banderas.
My goal is to convince the College Board that BtVS is a "work of literary merit". Because then I can do all my AP essays on what I know best. One of the prompts we looked at today asked for a character of ambiguous morality, for chrissake. Spike has more moral ambiguity in his left cheekbone than there is in every book we've read this year.
It's twenty degrees here. Fahrenheit. That's minus five for all you people who've been giving your local temperatures in Celsius and confusing me for the past week, making me think it's so damn cold there with your "twenty-five below". Needless to say, I feel a bit daft now. Anyway, to give you an idea of just how much I can bitch and whine with the best of them cold I am, a turtleneck, a fleece hoodie, a chenille blanket, the furnace, and the fireplace are not enough to make me comfortable.
Must put more wood on the fire.