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Lord Lanske of the Wo-shire, I have returned from the lands to the east, navigated my black steed Corolla through the hills of both Lower and Upper Haight, to end up back here in The Plains of Potrero. IT"S ALMOST HERE! MY SWORD GLOWS WITH THE NEARNESS OF ORCS!!
Ok. It's kind of getting out of hand. I went on a blind date to the swank Rohan lounge and it was everything I could do not to shout, RIDERS OF ROHAN, WE RIDE FOR GONDOR! And when she mentioned Christmas wreath, I swore she said Wraith and I almost covered myself in my jacket...er...elven cloak of invisibility.
My dear readers will have to forgive me for my regression to a state of teenage dorkiness. I just back from my ten year high school reunion. I'm not just saying this in the rare hope that someone googles me and finds this, but everyone there looked amazing. Bye bye bangs and big glasses. What were we thinking. We looked older then than we do now. Our parents were trying to make us into little versions of adults I guess. Just like hobbitts.....hmmmmm.
Ok, so I also went to see a movie with my parents. Which has not happened since Batman Returns. We went to see Elf. That Zooey girl was cute in the ten movies she was in at Sundance, and she is still cute. And I maintain my love for all things by the supreme Mr. Will. But it got kind of sappy. I mean, Ed Asner in a sleigh that runs on its Clause-ometer. I mean, ok. Kids. Or something. But that's a bunch of candy cane chunk filled poo. Which I have had. It is painful. But anyway, more Will. Less make me feel good. And James Cann? You get the Nick Nolte award for being a stupid plot device disguised as an angry father. In fact, I was kind of wishing for NIck to show up and redeem himself for all the movies he ruined this year. Way to go Nick.
The countdown continues,
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