dancing bookless

Today is Prickle-Prickle, day 58 in the season of Confusion, 3269.

Mrph. (No, not mrph, just Mrph.) Reading Wil's latest post about problems with some orders for his book reminded me that I hadn't gotten mine yet. A quick check of Paypal shows that yep, my order was placed on one of the days in question. Y'know, if he hadn't posted about it, I'd probably have forgotten about the fact that I had ordered it for another good long while. D'oh.

(no subject)

Oh. Dear. God.

Courtesy of illandaria, "If The Lord of the Rings had been written by someone else"

GANDALF:
I do not want your bread and jam.
I’m busy being mad at Sam.
He likes to sneak. He likes to spy.
I’ll grind him up for hobbit pie!

FRODO:
Oh, do not grind him up for pie!
He is a pretty handy guy.
He mows my grass. He paints my gate.
He is my friend. We both are straight.
[...]

Ah, someone had to do it: in the style of John Norman, "Ringbearer of Mordor". *snerch*