The court of Miracles (All hope regain ye who enter here)

...because one time just wasn't enough. And it took me long enough.

This time, though, I'm taking unityofeffect's version of the survey! As a personal challenge, I have vowed not to repeat any of my choices from the previous survey.

1. The guy you'd take to meet your parents
Ross Geller (as played by David Schwimmer in "Friends")… Continue

"When you read the book," says Pattinson, looking appropriately pallid and interesting even without makeup, "it's like, 'Edward Cullen was so beautiful I creamed myself.' I mean, every line is like that. He's the most ridiculous person who's so amazing at everything. I think a lot of actors tried to play that aspect. I just couldn't do that. And the more I read the script, the more I hated this guy, so that's how I played him, as a manic-depressive who hates himself. Plus, he's a 108-year-old… Continue

BEWARE OF THE SPOILERS.




1. And you thought "Albus Severus Potter" was the most godawful name in the story of literature? Meet the lovely Renesmee Carlie Cullen!

2. Stephenie Meyer is the only author who can pull off several sex scenes, a pregnancy and a birth without mentioning not even once words like "vagina", "breast", "penis" or "uterus". Not even euphemisms. Oh, wait, there's, I think, one occasion on which the word "breast" is used: when the little hellspawn bites Bella right t… Continue

The movie script of doom isn't letting me write much else at the moment, so the next installment in the noble and fine chronicles of my London Odissey shall have to wait a while.

There is, however, some time for a little divertimento, in the shape of this survey. Gabrielle tagged me, and I'll just copy her layout (I hope you don't mind) because I'm too lazy to come up with my own.

RULES:

*NO repetitions.
*Pick any celebrity or fictional character for each response.
*Tag three people. I'm tagg… Continue

Foreword: Welcome to the wholly illustrated memoir of my trip to London! A short warning, though: Two days before Thursday, that is, D-Day itself (D for Departure), I got sick. Strep throat, with some mild fever and general illnes. Also, some spectacular throwing up (all the more because I'd had tomato soup for lunch). This might add some suspense to the story (will she make it to the airport? will she faint at customs?) if it weren't for the fact that you already know I did make it to London, a… Continue