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I’ve been re-reading The Hobbit. I don’t know why. Papa Tolkien and I have never actually gotten along, prose wise. I love the stories, but my armor class is useless against Giant Walls of Text and I usually end up KOed by the first page and then I miss out on the loot while the rest of the party dances on the corpses of the R-O-U-S and since this is my game we’re talking about, they probably also burned down an orphanage without me. The bastards.
No, it …it really is like that.
The Hobbit is easy though. I can handle The Hobbit. And if I keep telling myself that, it might actually turn out to be true.
/salute Hobbit! I enjoyed your latest cinematic endeavor and look forward to listening to the geek chorus whine about your movie continuity all over again a year from now. And by geek chorus, I mean my husband.
By time you get around to reading this I’ll be on my way to Canada! I’m very excited and will have many pictures to upload by the time I get home, I’m sure. I have twelve (12!!!) days off and they have been sorely needed. I’ve been writing, research-reading (and some fun reading), and working pretty much non-stop for over a month now and with the exception of starting to build a mansion in Rift I haven’t gotten a lot of “me” time. Granted, since I’m traveling with family, I won’t get much time to myself, but I think I’m okay with that. I think.
Oh and that mansion I mentioned? I may have been working on that a leeetle too much in my downtime. I’m not even halfway done and I love it. Rift, what hast thou done!?
Since I’m not feeling like doing anything resembling work right now, let me show off what I’ve got so far! I say “so far” because only a small fraction of the thing is done. The first floor needs to be finished before I move to the second and I’m still a ways away from finishing the first floor.
See you Wednesday!
In honor of Father’s Day have a short story about a divine dad’s quest to find a babysitter for his precocious offspring so he can go to the Olympic Games.
I mentioned the last post that short stories are not my strong suit, so I’m taking the opportunity while in hurry up and wait mode to practice. And because I now have a soapbox from which to proclaim all my lovely thoughts and feelings, you get to read my bungling attempts at this stuff too.
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