That guy can eat my poo.

That guy can eat my poo.

Yeah, it'll be ok. Angel spent a few months trapped in a coffin underwater, and he got better.

I was at a Holiday Inn in Indonesia when that happened. It was…awkward.

I think it's been established that Stefan off blood just doesn't work—he's fine for a few decades and then goes into full ripper/mass murderer mode. If he can control it, then the body count goes way down, at least in terms of the big picture. But yeah, I'm sure certain characters (cough Bonnie cough) won't see it…

I feel like they've been pushing Matt into that role. With the talk on the bridge and this episode's escapades he's becoming Elena's confidant/voice of reason, especially since Bonnie has been MIA.

Baby, you're my forever girl!

I rented Wolf Creek to watch with a date, thinking scary movie would equal lots of huddled making out. Was not prepared for the rapeyness.

They actually didn't even do that much location shooting, they never went to Russia and I guess if you get enough Indian people you can make Vancouver look like Mumbai.

And a better way in than through the guarded front door.

The only SVH book I remember was one where the twins get matching harlequin dolls and then get transported to a magical world and meet princes and everything they imagine becomes real. I totally thought I dreamed that, but apparently it's part of the manga series.

Big bad BADGERMOLES!

Oh god, Dear Zachary is devastating. That and Dancer in the Dark had me bawling.

Some nervousness in Singapore, but it looks like the waves will pass us by.