A nightmare featuring something never seen.

I was out for a stroll on a road. A man was jogging up ahead, and on the right I passed a homeless man dozing on the side of the road. I walked for another minute before looking back to find that the homeless man was up and now walking behind me. I could not see his face; his was looking down, and his long hair that hung past his shoulders was covering his face. This made me nervous, so I walked faster.

Suddenly he broke into a run. I tried calling out to the jogger ahead of me, but he did not seem to hear me. The homeless man caught up to me, then passed me, then started jogging backwards before me. He was looking up at me now, with an awful grin on his face.

I was terrified now, but suddenly the jogger appeared and engaged in fisticuffs with the homeless man. Now, bear in mind that this was all rather frightening within the nightmare. My REM cycle had no room for amusement. So the hilarity of what followed did not register until I was awake.

I realized the jogger was none other than Keanu Reeves. Perhaps you've heard of him? He appeared in this trilogy years ago in which his character is a metapher for Jesus and he saves mankind for a computer. Or something like that. Anywho, I was trying to figure out, as he wrestled the homeless man, why his face looked strange. It took me a minute, but I realized what was so wrong about him

He was angry...and expressing this emotion...with his face. His facial featured were arranged in a manner so as to convey aggression. It's a shame I can not clearly recall what this looked like, for I surely shall never see anything quite like this again.

August 2012 mashup.

5 August:

Conservatives want smaller gov't, yet to me they come off as hypocritical when former governors from states outside of Missouri come to the area with political ads to tell me who to send to Congress to represent my state.
 

Sitting here, surrounded by cats, crocheting. And as I act the part of an 85-yr-old, I find myself pulling someone's hair out of the piece I'm crocheting. *cough* [Ginger Queen] *cough*
 

 6 August:

What, you think being an indifferent, sarcastic, embittered pagan in her late 20s just happens naturally? This takes work! You're welcome.
 

11 August:

Got [Ginger Queen] moved in yesterday!! From there, we all proceeded to fall apart in my living room from exhaustion. I keep forgetting there's a dog living here now. I'm surprised everytime I see Ewok, and think to myself, O hey, I'm a dog person now! :P Thanks to the boys for helping out Thursday and Friday!!
 

It takes 3.5 adults to entertain a boy of 6 years. Exactly 3.5 adults.
 

14 August:

Watched A New Hope, and the whole movie someone was either talking, singing, or sleeping. Don't ever have us over to watch movies.
 

15 August:

My domestic partnership is over before it had even begun! She was stolen right out from under my nose!

I have been declared the Queen of [Ginger Princeling], and he is my guard.
 

[Ginger Princeling] has sworn never to play Wii again, because I would not let him play the castle level on New Super Mario Bros. 
 

17 August:

"Beat my sausage!" Says my 6-yr-old roommate as he holds his fork aloft, a piece of breakfast sausage skewered on the end.
 

21 August:

Damnit, [Redhead], gossiping over the phone is inadequate. Run away and live with me forever. Simi will make room on the bed for you, and then I'll have TWO hot redheads all to myself. ;)
Comments:
Ginger Queen: I think you have to share me now, so this is getting awkward and a little kinky
Redhead: I like kinky. Lol.
 

Pulled one of [Ginger Queens] hairs off my face while driving?!

Tuesday, 28 August:

You do not need a passport to travel to Puerto Rico, Guam, the US Virgin Islands, or the Mariana Islands. #ObscureFactTuesday

 

Puerto Rico is geographically, politically, and somewhat culturally separate from Mexico. #ObscureFactTuesday

 

Puerto Ricans do not speak Mexican. #ObscureFactTuesday

 

Puerto Ricans are US citizens. #ObscureFactTuesday

 

Puerto Rico does, in fact, have things like airports and gas stations. #ObscureFact Tuesday

 

The United States of America has one rain forest: El Yunque, in Puerto Rico. #ObscureFactTuesday

 

The lowest US Postal Code (zip code) is 00601. It belongs to Adjuntas, Puerto Rico. #ObscureFactTuesday

From a cousin, in response to this Obscure Fact Tuesday:

Your pro- Puerto Rico posts remind me of when I was a girl living in Louisiana... when I told my friends I was going to move to PR, they were shocked, and they would ask retard questions like... How do people take baths, Is their running water?? How are you going to buy food? Do you have to go by boat?? ji ji.... lol

 

29 August:

Asked the 6-yr-old how I looked. Got a head nod. Guess I look fabulous.
 

"They sound like the Borg," says [Sir Haggis], as the NCO-selectees give their oath. I have to cover my mouth to keep from laughing. Can't say stuff like that to me!!
 

31 August:

[Ginger Princeling] gave me a butter cup. [Ginger Queen] asked him, "Is Davi your buttercup?" He nodded.

This is not the ninja you are looking for.

From 20 June:

Okay, kids, let us set the record straight.

I am a pirate. A dread pirate. Very, very dread.

I am not a ninja. I am clumsy and drop things and fall off coffee tables. True story.

Also, pirates and ninjas are mortal enemies. I am pretty sure it's a federal offense to be both a pirate AND a ninja.

This public service announcement is brought to you by the Dread Pirate Davi. You may now return to your regularly scheduled REM cycle.

This is not the tyranny you are looking for.

From 28 June:

Not gonna lie...not too concerned about "Obamacare". Maybe because I realize that true tyranny isn't being "taxed" for not having health insurance. Tyranny is having something as basic as driving to work restricted based on your gender; being shot at by the government for protesting; being imprisoned and sentenced to death for being gay or being the wrong religion or ethnic group; being slaughtered over rights to natural resources; dying of hunger and thirst by the thousands or millions while the ruling power(s) live in luxury. I don't feel I have it that bad here. What we have, my friends, are first world problems. I can live with that, as long as I can drive to work, worship freely as a pagan, eat three meals a day, and have a roof over my head with electricity, running (and drinkable) water, a/c and heating. I don't have to wear any headgear to leave the house, I don't have to be escorted anywhere, and I don't have to worry that tomorrow some armed rebel group is gonna come and steal [Fiance] and force him to fight for them. I'm feeling pretty free from where I'm standing.

 

Separate status, same day:

Socialism? Where?? I didn't realize I was living in North Korea, starving and forced to listen to propoganda blaring over speakers as I pretend on a daily basis to live in a village near a DMZ ao the world thinks we're better off than we actually are. 

March Madness tomfoolery.

From 16 March:

I would like to extend my sincerest condolences to everyone who lost a bracket today in the great tragedy that was the loss of Mizzou. Your brackets were to beautiful and pure for this world, and will be sorely missed by all who put their blood, sweat, and money into the crafting of these predictions. May they rest in peace until the second coming of Elvis. Amen.

Shun the nonsense.

Davi's Facebook status on 6 February: Please join me in a 48-hour shun of [my Brother], Chariot Master, beginning now.
Comments:
Redhead: why are we shunning him? *Shuns [Brother]*
Me: Because he deserves it. Do you think I'd shun someone without a very good reason?
Sarah: Is this because of the pictures? I liked them. They made me smile. Plus it reminds me of how much I need to come back and actually spend a whole night out with you guys
Brother: no, this is because a few people read something i posted incorrectly. [I am unable to recall what he was referring to.] alternately, a whole night in *wink*

Brother's Facebook status on 6 February: please join me in a 48-hour counter-shun of [Davi], my little sister, beginning now.
Comments:
Me: That's gonna be bad for business...o, wait...
Ginger Queen: I'm anti boycott
Drunk Kris: I am Switzerland, I take no sides. However, I will take all your money!
Ginger Queen: And put it in a bank??
Drunk Kris: Sure... In exchange you can have some chocolate!
Sarah: Can I be part of both?
Brother: sure. chris and chad are already supporting both sides.
Chad: Shunnnnn the unbelievers!
Ginger Queen: Mmm chocolate, can I get some of the fun chocolate from Amsterdam??
[Ginger Queen adds me on FB.]
Ginger Queen: The shunning failed, we're now fb friends

My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard??

Okay, this one is from 4 February, and I really wanna name the person who said it, but I need permission first.

"I had sex for a chocolate shake."

No thank you, Facebook.

From 15 February:

Facebook is suggesting a guy named Guarionex as a friend. I remember that dude. He was the commander of the Army JRTOC rifle team, which I was a member of during my freshman year. But I was only a member for one semester. Why? Because after I turned him down when he asked me out, and instead went out with another guy, he made up an excuse to kick me off the team. The excuse? I went to use the bathroom without his permission. So no, Facebook, I do not wish to add this person to my friend list. But thanks for the trip down memory lane!

Stupid politics.

From 17 February:

For the record, I don't like big government anymore than anyone else. I like freedom. I like a secular gov't that leaves faith out of the equation. I like states being able to write their own laws without interference from interest groups in completely different states. I like being able to live my life without being told how to live it, how to take care of my own body, and who to marry. That's why I can't get behind either political party. I cannot 100 percent agree with either side. Regardless of which party is in power, we will have too much gov't shoved down our throats. The end.

In case you're wondering, I'm looking for funny/cool/important stuff I've posted on FB over the past year that I want to be able to come back and look at. Scrolling through my blog is a lot less complicated than scrolling through my timeline.

DOMA sucks.

From 18 February:

I want to share this rant posted by a girl who was one of my best friends when I lived in Puerto Rico. We were in the JROTC together, and we both knew from a young age we wanted to serve our country. She is a member of the Air National Guard and mother of an adorable little boy. Miss you, Vilmar.
'D.O.M.A. Act sucks!!! R.O.M.A. Act should kick its ass!!! It really pisses me off how there is always...

something that segregates us gays and lesbians from just being normal. Who gives a flying fuck who I marry and makes me happy... And If I marry.. Shouldn't I have the same right as anyone else??? I do have a respected family of my own... If I wanted to serve my country, why would I have to marry a man in order to be considered eligible for active duty... I want a strong independent woman who makes me happy and would never leave my side.. But thanks to this D.O.M.A. Act... No, I can't... So no benefits for my wife... The woman who stands by me and supports me in battle... We are not recognized as "married" due to this act. Now congress passed the R.O.M.A. Soo hopefully this proceeds fairly quickly so this injustice ends... An it ends now... "vilmar ( Bill)"'

GOYA.

From February 29th:

During a late afternoon/early evening nap, I dreamt that I was in Florida heading to a concert with Jenelle and Ant when we stopped at a store. This store specialized in two things: Goya products and seafood. This store was selling lobster for $6.90 a pack!! Dee Dee was there, and we were in seafood heaven. Then [Fiance] was there, and I was excitedly telling him about the seafood deals...and then I woke up. I wish that store was real.

Giving thanks in 2012.

I am thankful for my mother, who gave me life; my father, who inspired me to serve my country; my sister, who isn't always a pain in my ass.
I am thankful for my boyfriend, Fjord, who is deployed for the next six months. I love him and I miss him, but I'm also proud of his service.
I am thankful for my friends, near and far; for my awesome roommates, the Ginger and her Princeling; for my Brother, who brought about the roommate situation; for my Redhead and all the others who have loved me and stood by me.
I am thankful for my relatively good health, my new job, my awesome new co-workers.
I am thankful for the opportunity to serve the country that has given me everything.
I am thankful for the freedoms afforded to me as a citizen of this nation; the freedom to practice my chose faith, the freedom of speech, the freedom to pursue my education regardless of my gender, and the right to elect my leaders.
Now I just wanna say something. If you're able to get on the internet and post statuses about how much your life sucks, guess what? Your life doesn't actually suck. If you can afford an internet connection, you're clearly doing much better than those who are living on the street and having to stand in line at a soup kitchen to eat today. We all have our gripes and complaints, but don't forget to take a moment once in a while and appreciate your good fortune.
Happy Thanksgiving.

Relocation.

In mid-June, I started a job.

At the end of September, they let me go.

Le sigh.

Today I had a phone interview with a company out in California. They like what they heard on the phone, they like my resume, and they said HR would be calling with an offer by the beginning of next week. I have a face-to-face interview on Friday in Kentucky; I'm still going to cover all my bases, but I prefer the California job because it pays more.

So after years of pissing and moaning about wanting to move, and recently deciding I was happy to stay, here I am. Forced to relocate. I guess...I guess I'm okay with it. At the age of 18, places like Texas, Mississippi, my current state in the Midwest, they all seemed so far away. Since then I've been to the Middle East and Asia. So the west coast is no biggie...right?

The worst part is leaving Fjord. He's deploying soon, so for six months it won't even matter where I live. But not being able to see him when he gets back is going to hurt. We'll make this work, but it's going to be hard.

National Anti-Bullying Month.

October is National Anti-Bullying Month. Way to stand up, Ms Livingston. Yes, obesity is a major health concern in our nation, but do you really think humiliating a complete stranger is gonna help? It only hurts, and your children will follow your cruel example, passing on the hurt to their peers who may not be able to handle it as well as this extraordinary woman.

Piecing this back together.

When you truly love someone, you never completely stop loving them. In the deepest part of your heart, the embers of that love still glow ever-so-faintly.

There's nothing wrong with that. It means that, once upon a time, you and that person were happy together, and it's the good memories that cause those embers to glow.

When I love someone, I give them my heart. I don't half-ass it, I go all in. The problem I have when reclaiming my heart, is allowing that person to hold on to a piece of it. That's no way to move on with one's life.

So this is me, reclaiming my heart and making it whole again. Stitching it back up, gluing the smaller pieces back on, and polishing it up...so that when I love again, I hand the whole thing over, not just the majority of it.

All of it. Every bit.

Happy 65th, Air Force!

A message from the commander of US Transportation Command:

AIR FORCE BIRTHDAY MESSAGE

To the Men and Women of USTRANSCOM:

Sixty five years ago, in the settling smoke following America's victories of

WWII, President Harry Truman signed the National Security Act of 1947,

strengthening our role as a world superpower while defending our liberties

here at home.  Out of the smoke, the United States Air Force was born.  Due

to postwar demobilization, the Air Force began with only a fraction of the

personnel, aircraft and budget of the wartime Army Air Forces.  However, it

did not lack in purpose. 

During WWII, airpower proved itself significant with increased performance,

range and payload, greatly expanding its application as an instrument of

national power.  Airpower also quickly became the Nation's first line of

defense in the atomic age.  When the Cold War began, the Air Force met the

first direct challenge from the Soviet Union by forming a transportation

bridge in the Berlin Airlift of 1948-1949.  With incredible perseverance and

ingenuity and more than 200,000 cargo flights - airpower finally broke the

ground blockade. 

Our Airmen have shown generosity in times of peace and gallantry in times of

war.  They've shown tenacity in Korea's MiG Alley, endurance in Vietnam's

Rolling Thunder campaign, decisiveness over the skies of Baghdad during

Desert Storm and flexibility in Iraq and Afghanistan.  Now, sixty five years

after President Truman signed the momentous legislation while onboard Air

Force One, our Air Force stands as the strongest and most innovative in the

world.  

  

Our achievements were made possible because of the extraordinary men and

women who serve and their families who support them.  Your integrity, your

service before self and excellence in all you do have helped America master

the skies.  You've made the world a safer place.

September 18th, we celebrate your legacy of achievement.

-- Happy Birthday US Air Force!

Will Fraser

Email conversations on 9/12/2012.

Me: My thighs must not like these slacks, becauae they are trying their darndest to break free.
Ginger: Or your pants are allergic to Puerto Rican skin?
Me: We'll go with that.

Later, in reference to my empty coffee mug:

I am Puerto Rican. I do not have blood in my veins; rather, tis caffeine. I drink as much as I can, but we have secret monthly caffeine transfusion get-together to prevent our bodies from decaying into dust.

ALL WILL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR.

Quick, name that movie!

On Saturday night we went to a last Irish hoorah with the Brother before he moves away. He brought with him a blast from the past, the lovely Jenn K. I had not seen her in seven years, and she asked me if I remembered her. Later in the evening, I admitted that I thought SHE wouldn't remember ME. Her reaction?

"C'mon, you're THE Davi! You're famous, you're world-renowned!"

"Well," said I, "they DO read my blog in Slovakia."

You people frighten me.

So some link to a message on the website for the US Embassy in Cairo is going around the webz, and instead of clicking on the link to read the actual message, people are only reading the message above the link that accuses President Obama of apologizing to all Muslims for the 9/11 remembrances yesterday. So of course all the comments on this link are disparaging of our Commander-in-Chief; one woman even said he should be beheaded for his treason, while another said that all Obama supporters should drop dead. (I would be very put out if my parents did indeed drop dead.) Only one guy in the thread seems to have clicked on the link and read the message, and called everyone out for it; and he wasn’t even an Obama supporter! And how did the commenters after him respond? As if he’d never spoken at all.

I really don’t understand people sometimes, and I certainly don’t understand people who go to such extremes in their rhetoric. Drop dead? Really? And why, why, WHY wouldn't you take two minutes to click on the link and read the message that clearly does not apologize for the remembrances, and isn't even signed by the President?

Wizard's First Rule: "People are stupid. [...] They will believe a lie because they want to believe it is true, or because they are afraid it might be true."

What a lovely weekend!

I have had many lovely weekends over the past month or so. Going downtown, lounging around the house, trying to keep up with the Princeling; whatever we're doing, we have fun. Also, we're domestic as fuck.

I am very happy these days. So happy, I've put on some weight. Ugh! Today I'm starting a new diet/workout routine. Ginger and I have entered into a healthy-eating pact; she's dragging Sir Haggis along for the ride, and I have yet to inform Fjord of his new diet, haha!

I have no words to describe how great life is right now.

The endless road.

I don't go east of my town. Everything that is relevant to me is west of here. But today I needed to visit the DMV for a new license, and for once I did not want the hassle that accompanies a visit to the usual office. So I went to one that is 26 miles east of here. Smaller office, smaller crowd, less sass.

I was driving east on the highway, sipping my coffee and enjoying the beautiful morning. Suddenly I asked myself, What if I just keep going? Keep driving east, until I reach the coast. And keep going, never looking back.

I used to have devastatingly strong urges to run away from here. I wanted to disappear and start fresh somewhere else. I wanted to do this with...him. One of the things that made me angry was about the break-up was that it occurred only weeks after I started my new job. I asked myself, Why couldn't this happen beforehand, when I had nothing else to keep me here? I could have moved to live with my parents on the east coast. I could have started over somewhere else.

After all the upheaval in my life, however, it turns out that I no longer want to run away. I'd rather wait patiently to see what happens next. I'm rather excited at the prospect.

Not what I expected.

My life is nothing close to what I thought it would be 10 years ago, when I left the longest relationship I'd been in to date and looked ahead to a future that was dark with uncertainty but bright with hope. The cycle repeats itself, and a series of chance happenings have come together to make my life very interesting right now.
Where would I be right now if I hadn't take Brother hostage one afternoon after an IHOP trip, rather than letting him go home to be productive? That led to us making an unannounced visit to the Ginger, where without warning Brother asked her, "Do you want a roommate?"
What would I be doing right now if I hadn't been listening when Sir Haggis said one night early last month, "Don't be a stranger!"? I was leaving a mutual friend's going away, where I really spoke to Fjord for the first time. I suddenly had people to hang out with again.
Now Ginger and Sir Haggis are an item. Sir Haggis is crazy about the princeling; it is awesome to see him play with Haggis and Fjord and Apple-cheeks. As for Fjord and myself...the future is dark with uncertainty, but o so very bright with hope.
Clearly I was wrong 10 years ago where my path was leading me. So I will not presume to guess again. But wherever I'm headed...bring it on, baby.

Children are tasty.

Had a text conversation with Sister today. Here's how it went down halfway through:

Me: I'll bug you later. Have a good day!
Sister: Nah nah tell me
Me: [Haggis takes over for the texting] Hang on i'm driving and i'm a goofball and my friend is texting you right now [Thanks, Haggis.]
Sister: Hmm why aren't you at work!?
Me: Heading to lunch where we will feast like kings
Sister: Lol what will you be eating?
I told Haggis to tell her I was gonna eat a delicious sammich.
Me: I will be eating little children [Thanks again, Haggis.]
Sister: I like that.
Me: What condiments do you use? Im torn between cholula and horseradish
[I have excellent spelling and grammar. Remember, this is Haggis texting on my behalf.]
Sister: I usually dribble some leftover placenta on there, that'll take it up a notch.
[I take over the texting again.]
Me: Oooh, gotcha. Now, do you steam or fry the umbilical cord??
Sister: I usually don't eat that
Me: Whaaaat, that has so much protein!!
Sister: Meh, don't like the texture
Me:  Dude, bread it and fry it. AMAZING.
Sister: Ok I'm done with this conversation, im actually going to eat a normal lunch now

And you thought I only had disturbing conversations with the Brother. Soon I'll post a bad one between myself and Apple-cheeks.

New characaters:
Ginger, aka Ginger Pirate Queen: My new roommate! I met her through Brother, they went to high school together. She brings into this domestic partnership a 6-year-old boy and a black shiztsu (sp?) that thinks it's a cat.
Ginger Pirate Prince, aka The Princeling: My other new roommate! He brings into this domestic partnership his sass and love of pirates.
Fjord: He sings, he dances, he plays guitar, he charms the ladies, and accepts my verbal abuse like a gentleman.
Sir Haggis: He and Fjord harmonize well together, and he likes to fill my fridge with alcohol. He has a pet gun named Violet. Also, he looks like Russell from the movie Up.
Apple-cheeks: He looks like he's 12, but is in the fact the oldest of this trio of men that formed a unique, homoerotic bond right out of basic military training. He has many nicknames: Bumblebee, Apple-bottom, Apple-tits, Beezy, etc...

Where have our brains gone?

Shit's been...shitty...around here. Some humor to lighten the mood.

A written conversation between myself and Le Brother that occured yesterday morning. It started with my Facebook status.

If you've tried to call me in the last 12 hours, sorry. My phone and I had a fight, and it decided to take off before saying anything it might regret. It spent the night at a friend's house to cool off and gain some perspective on our relationship. We both feel it was a silly fight and not worth destroying our relationship, so I'll be going to pick it up at lunchtime so that we can cuddle and make up.

Then came this e-mail conversation originating from my military account, as I am on orders this week.

Me: Still on orders.

Bro: Must be a hint to email you here instead if I feel like lunch.

Me: True story.

Bro: Well, then.

Me: Indeed.

Bro: But you're going to a friend's for lunch to meet u with your estranged cell phone.

Me: This is true. But I otherwise have no plans.

Bro: Which friend? And close to lunch places?

Me: [withheld for privacy]

Bro: Alright, wanna come snag me?

Me: Sure. [I regret this later.]

Bro: K. Tiem?

Me: I guess I'll go get the key from him around 11, and then come get you. He's at the [maintenance] building there by the firehouse, so from there it'll be a few minutes before I pull up to [your workplace].

Here's where it gets interesting.

Bro: Alright. I guest text when you leave the firehouse.

Me: o_O

Bro: Er, MXS building. Whatever. That's what I get for reading too quickly.

Me: o_O

Bro: Fuck. Third read. Makes sense now. Text when you leave [your workcenter].

Me: >_<

Bro: Stop with the faces.

Me: [Brother's first name]. What did I write on Facebook?

The e-mail conversation ends there. Then I see this gem on Facebook two minutes later.

fuck my brain. fuck it in its stupid...everywhere.

Ugh. Let's get this over with.

We broke up on Monday night. I guess henceforth I shall refer to him as...well, I dunno. "Ex" was always used to refer to the ex-husband. I'll come up with something another time. Right now, I'm not ready.

I'm not ready for anything.

Biggest nerdgasm since the first trailer for the Deathly Hallows.

A couple of weeks ago, Fiance, who hates going to the movie theatre, went with his friend Jay to see Wrath of the Titans on a whim. I was furious; I bought him Clash of the Titans on Blu-ray for Christmas a year-and-a-half ago, which he has not watched (I saw it on the flight to Korea), and I wanted to go see Wrath. And then he drops a bomb; he saw the trailer for The Hobbit in 3D!! So the next time I was at my laptop, I pulled it up on iMDB. When Thorin and Company began to sing, I got chills.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
The pines were roaring on the height
The winds were moaning in the night
The fire was red, it flaming spread
The trees like torches blazed with light...

I recently started re-reading The Lord of the Rings. I've only ever read it the whole way through once, though I've pored over the appendices more times than I can count. (Which is why I can't understand these so-called Tolkien purists bitching about Galadriel and Saruman appearing in The Hobbit. There is an explanation for that in the appendices.) Seeing the trailer just sort of sent me over the threshold of nerdy madness. So I also finally started reading Unfinished Tales of Númenor and Middle-earth to satisfy my Tolkien urges, and re-watched LotR (for the first time on Blu-ray, extended editions!). I also want to read some more of the Silmarillion, and I wanted to re-read The Hobbit (only read once). But most of my books are in the shed, thanks to Fiance (god. damn. it.), and being an arachnophobe, I can't bring myself to go digging in there for this or that book. (The first four Harry Potter books are in there, while the last three are on my bookcase; it's maddening, I tell you.) So I did what any bibliophobe would do; bought an e-book version of a book I already physically own. That's right, I bought the Hobbit for my Nook app on Tuesday evening, and finished it up Thursday morning. I'm tempted to do the same with the Silmarillion, but I'm doing some spring cleaning in the house, and I'm hoping to convince Fiance to bring some of my books back into the house.

I can't believe I have to wait until December!!

On a final note, the actor portraying Kili is HOT.