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The Vampire Diaries is baaaaaaack
A SOAP DISH? ARE YOU FREAKIN' KIDDING ME DAMON? A SOAP DISH IS WHERE YOU HIDE THE SUPER-DUPER IMPORTANT MOONSTONE?
I'm sorry, you're right, it wasn't technically a soap dish. IT WAS A BOWL OF DECORATIVE SOAPS!!!
SO. STUPID.
Remember when Mason hid the moonstone at the bottom of a well filled with vervain and snakes? Good idea times.
This week for more convoluted schemes we had to go to the girls: specifically Isobel and Katherine who were crossing and double crossing every which way and each other. It was a little hard to keep up at times. Still, all their scheming didn't really help in the end: Katherine is stuck with the new hybrid Alariclaus; Isobel is dead.
Poor, poor Elena. She has now had to watch three of her parents die. I want John to stay safe, if only so that she doesn't have to witness a fourth.
It wasn't cool for Elena to sacrifice herself to save everybody; it's not cool for Bonnie to do that either. New plan, people.
I like that Matt and the Sheriff are in the know now. It seems like Matt will be going undercover, pretending to have forgotten everything.
Jenna needs to have things explained to her, though. It's really awful that she is still in the dark and I though Sara Canning did a great job with what little screen time she had. Maybe Jenna could band together with Matt and the Sheriff and they could have their own missions. Who says the chosen ones are the only ones allowed to fight evil?
If you haven't seen this already, you must: some guy made his own Muppet Theatre Playset from scratch and it is so freakin' cool! I love it and I want it but I have neither the talent nor the patience to do it myself.
This is a series of pictures depicting historical costumes entirely made out of paper. It's amazing work.
This is really only good for a laugh. It's the trailer for Anonymous, which takes the theory that Shakespeare wrote none of his plays and turns it into a big budget, conspiracy laden epic from the director of The Day After Tomorrow and Independence Day.
The tag line: We've all been played.
Snerk.
I'm sorry, you're right, it wasn't technically a soap dish. IT WAS A BOWL OF DECORATIVE SOAPS!!!
SO. STUPID.
Remember when Mason hid the moonstone at the bottom of a well filled with vervain and snakes? Good idea times.
This week for more convoluted schemes we had to go to the girls: specifically Isobel and Katherine who were crossing and double crossing every which way and each other. It was a little hard to keep up at times. Still, all their scheming didn't really help in the end: Katherine is stuck with the new hybrid Alariclaus; Isobel is dead.
Poor, poor Elena. She has now had to watch three of her parents die. I want John to stay safe, if only so that she doesn't have to witness a fourth.
It wasn't cool for Elena to sacrifice herself to save everybody; it's not cool for Bonnie to do that either. New plan, people.
I like that Matt and the Sheriff are in the know now. It seems like Matt will be going undercover, pretending to have forgotten everything.
Jenna needs to have things explained to her, though. It's really awful that she is still in the dark and I though Sara Canning did a great job with what little screen time she had. Maybe Jenna could band together with Matt and the Sheriff and they could have their own missions. Who says the chosen ones are the only ones allowed to fight evil?
If you haven't seen this already, you must: some guy made his own Muppet Theatre Playset from scratch and it is so freakin' cool! I love it and I want it but I have neither the talent nor the patience to do it myself.
This is a series of pictures depicting historical costumes entirely made out of paper. It's amazing work.
This is really only good for a laugh. It's the trailer for Anonymous, which takes the theory that Shakespeare wrote none of his plays and turns it into a big budget, conspiracy laden epic from the director of The Day After Tomorrow and Independence Day.
The tag line: We've all been played.
Snerk.