What is a girl so fair doing in the darkest depths of Mordor, anyway, I ask you.

I've only just started to realize that what I always assumed was genuine Greek myth is actually a lot of plays based on older sources, like actual Greek myths.

We're still young yet, though. I'm worried about how well my jaw will work when I'm 60 or 70 if I don't do it.

Oh yeah, I love the LoTR movies. They get so much wrong, but not so egregiously as the Hobbit films, and they're more faithful to the spirit if not the details of the books.

Tolkien was a man of deep faith, but even he was a little embarrassed by Lewis' preachiness.

Roughly translated: "If only he'd been British."

Apparently as a party trick, he'd dress up as a polar bear and pretend to chase people.

I even hate it a little, and I didn't even write the thing its based on.

The Hobbit is a fun little romp of an adventure, firmly pitched at the 8-12 crowd. Lets not pretend it was The Silmarilion because it wasn't.

I know, right? J.R.R. was born in the 19th century - I dunno about C.S. - you'd think he'd just be appropriately amazed that moving pictures with sound exist! The nerve of some people.

It wouldn't be unfair to say the same thing about Tolkien's dwarves in The Hobbit, either. They are all fairly useless sidekicks to Bilbo, and often get into comedic situations, like bouncing around inside of barrels while rolling down a river.

Haters gonna hate.

It's a back molar. I'm pondering the possibility of not replacing it, although my dentist assures me it's not a good idea to do that.

Solidarity, Reg.

I have a broken tooth. The cost of removing it, putting in an implant, and capping it, is roughly equivalent to that new car I can't afford. Sure, insurance will help, but not enough. Yet it's my mouth, and I can't drive around with an expired sticker on THAT and hope for the best. FML, basically.

Ray Walston. The title of the shows says it right there!

I said the words. Maybe not every syllable, but I said 'em. Now send me back, like in the deal!

Charm is a powerful thing.

Man look at doctor, say "But me am Pagliacci!" Snare drum, roll curtain.

I think I'd throw up first. Like, just thinking about it makes me queasy. Not in a gross way, but in a generally anxiety ridden way.