Hitting the Uptown on Thursday for the 2:50 LotR. Have bought tickets from Fandango. (Fandango!) Yes, I'm a dork. Don't give me the 'I have no time' excuses which I am sick of hearing, as blameless as you all are. :( If you can go, say you can. If you can't, say nothing.

Later

It was quite good, despite me waiting in line in the cold. I hadn't realized I'd be waiting outside in line.. bah, I'm too used to multiplexes. I had a frappacino waiting outside. But no, I did not go to the bathroom during the movie. Anyways. Ahh.. Aragorn. There was a person with a laser pointer though, so at times Theoden would suddenly be sporting a bindi. (I'm not sure how to use that word in an actual sentence, but the point is, he looked hella stupid and it was distracting). The first part of T2T was a lot less boring the second time around, and the Arwen parts no longer seemed as intrusive, and yes, the plot flowed better. I could notice more things. This was an older crowd, and more decorous (with the exception of the anonymous laser wielder) but less given to spontaneous applause.. no Legolas fangirls here to applaud for his horse-riding tricks, or his snowboarding tricks, though there were two girls wearing elf-ears. Poor Legolas. I felt like such an idiot clapping alone. Being the Uptown, it's pretty much impossible to get the whole theater clapping, like at Regal.

Oh, the Very Secret Diaries are being updated again.

GO ME!

Inspired by Jen...

And now for:

LINES TAKEN OUT OF CONTEXT FROM IVANHOE THAT SOUND WRONG

Background info: The mysterious Black Knight has just fled the tournament at Ashby and has sook (is that a word?) shelter for the night at the humble hut of a rather worldly hermit who calls himself the Clerk of Copmanhurst.

They sat down, and grazed with great gravity at each other, each thinking in his heart that he had seldom seen a stronger or more athletic figure than was placed opposite him.

The hermit goes on to provide bedding for the knight. They have dinner. The knight takes off his armor, including his breastplate. The hermit pushes back the hood of his cloak. They both eat and get a little drunk, and before you know...

'I hope, Sir Knight,' said the hermit, 'thou hast given no good reason for thy surname of the Sluggard. I do promise thee, I suspect thee grievously. Nevertheless, thou art my guest, and I will not put thy manhood to the proof without thine own free will. [snip] If though knowest ever a good lay, thou shalt be welcome to a nook and pasty at Copmanhurst as long as I serve the chapel of St. Dunstan....'

This is why I don't trust the clergy!!! >___<

Palmeritis! I'm asking you all to flood www.fanfiction.net with Palmer fanfic, preferrably slash. I mean, maybe just poems or something. I know I wrote a poem with Palmer in it, and Jen says that people write poems about Palmer in Spanish.

You know though, any time a fanfic writer comes up with an excuse for one character to give the other a bath or "clean your wounds" or whatnot, that's probably a good symbol that this is going to be gay discworld porn.

YE GODS, WHY????? Auggghghhh..arggargharghargh!!!!

People need to have the decency to at least *warn* that it's gay Discworld porn up in the title or something... jeebus, just insert a little thingy that says "slash" or "yaoi" or "shounen-ai" or whatever weird term floats your boat.

my mind's eye!!! ow! ow!!!!
Anyways. It was well written though. You know what's a good line?

"(On Dunmanifestin', Blind Io, hearing his name more often than was usual, popped out to have a brief congradulatory word with his devout worshipper- He reappeared in a moment, red-faced and cursing.)"

Nothing quite like gay Discworld porn.

The Very Secret Diary of the Fellowship of the Rings has been updated. Pippin. Go pippin. Apparently this Cassie Claire person is the famous Harry Potter fanfic author. Of "Draco Dormiens" fame. Wow, didn't know it was her.