Well, the day is deader than Christmas Eve. We’re down to two people in the office (four showed up) and I have no excuse to leave early. Ugh. So I’m blogging.

*Finally* saw Lord of the Rings on Sunday. Got a sore bottom from sitting for almost three hours and almost got lost trying to find my row after running out for a restroom break. Loved it. Loved every bit about it. And I only have to wait 12 months for the next one.

Oh! and we got a trailer for Queen of the Damned. Looks tasty. And Blade 2. Looks rentable.

Back to LotR… yeah, they fleshed out Arwen’s character more than was written, but hey… I don’t want to have to wait ’till 2003 to see a good chick-with-sword scene. And I will never get tired of looking at Liv Tyler in that get up. A lot of the Gandalf scenes reminded me of my grandfather for some reason. That *something* that was sparkling and shining in his eyes, the kind humor and feeling of safe haven.

Merry and Pippin… I know these boys. Everyon’s younger brother or cousin who might make your life inpossible but really, you couldn’t do without them. Sam…. loyal like a dog but lots smarter. Breaks my heart knowing what he’s going to go through.

Not really touching other major characters. Enough folks are going on about them.

Boromir… human weakness and fraility, and the desire to do right getting all mucked up and coming out wrong. Just like every one of us. Gimli…. I will never ever get tired of John Rhys-Davies. “No one tosses a dwarf!” Giggle.

The ring…. is a central character. Lots of folks seem taken aback by this. Lots of folks have not read the book. Heh.

And the Shire. I got so homesick….. I want my fields and mountains and trees back. I want the gods blessed *quiet* of the forest in the morning. I want subtle sounds of life around me. I don’t want to see a highway for 50 miles and I don’t want to hear a single vheicle for an hour. North eastern, urban/subarban Jersey *blows* in the winter.

Talked with my mom yesterday, and she asks if I’ve been writing anything lately. I look at my anemic paper journal and say no. So why do I consider this ‘blog less legit than something on paper?

New years resolutions:
1. Become less neurotic about my thighs.
2. Take a real god damn vacation. (Min. of 1 week, out of state.)

The list might be longer, but I think I’ve already hit fantasy land.