Maaaaaaaaaaaaaah

*looks at the clock*

Oh, crap I should have been in bed like an hour ago...

But, I did get a very nice long soak in the tub with a Ma-Bar, so now my hair (and most of the rest of me) smells of vanilla and chocolate. Which is never a bad thing. Although it is rather making me hungry.

(And I'd link to the UK site but it's being a slow bastard this evening. And I have to say, seeing the price in dollars scares me... even though it equates to almost exactly the same in pounds, the exchange rate always makes it sound like so much more. Seriously, Lush need like a loyalty card scheme or something. I spend enough money in there already... Or you know, they could just get Hugh as their spokesman and make him shower a lot for my entertainment, that would work also.)


OK, I'm going to bed. After getting woken up numerous times last night, and stumbling through today on a combination of caffine and processed sugar, I really should do myself a favour and get some sleep.

Mmmmvanillatoffeefudgescentedhair...

*shiver*

You know that thing you get, when you wake up on winter mornings and it's cold and the light is a strange, grey-ish blue, and you almost expect it to, like, snow or something...?

Yeah, it's shouldn't be fucking doing that, it's almost fucking August! *flails*


Swear, it's more like October, but with more leaves around.

Flame Grilled Hugh, anyone?

Skipping anything that looked even remotely spoilery in the CHUD interview with Aronofsky (spoilery stuff is related to the ComiCon footage and is all at the beginning) The following caught my eye.

( The Following... )

You know, combine getting BBQ'd, with the lotus position, harnesses, getting dunked underwater, spinning, breath-holding and acting... with one of the other interviews mentioning a severe case of snot-escape while sobbing... (buggered if I can find that interview link now tho I know I only read it the other day) it's going to be a very interesting movie... yes, yes it is...


*IEEE!*

*fetches poor, sobbing, snot-dribbling Hugh a tissue*

Though I would like to point out, one of JR's cousins has been doing yoga for years and still can't get into the lotus position.

I can, just about, and I've never done yoga in my life. But then I sit cross-legged in an almost-lotus almost all of the time, it's just a case of rearranging which bit of leg goes on top of which other bit of leg.

She hates me. :D

*snickers*

It's not a very neat lotus, mindyou, and I can't sustain it for long, but still. It was funny sitting on her couch, just idly watching TV, cross-legged like always, she walks in, stares at me, and goes "Oh my God, how the HELL do you do that??"
I'm like... "Whut? I always sit like this..."
"You always sit in the lotus position?"
*pause* "Noo... I always sit crosslegged... this would be the lotus position..."

*even longer pause*


"I hate you."



Unrealted to any of that, though. And just to confirm my pervert status...

...but he'd have to hold his breath for 50 seconds and act...

50 seconds... always good to know a man has excellent breath-control. *coughhackporno*