The Hobbit Hole III - Journey to the Cross-roads!

[HairOfTheDog]

Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!

Journey to the Cross-roads
The Two Towers Edition

Come on! Come in! -if you would like to have some seedcakes and a pint and relax a while. (If it is a special occasion, we still have a few bottles of the old wineyards left!)

Our first thread ( New Zealander builds Hobbit hole ) reached 4,100 posts, and we thought that was big. Our second thread (The New Hobbit Hole ) held us for over 48,000 posts, and we loved it dearly. We talked about moving to a new thread for the last 38,000 posts, but we are really slow to muster! Finally, the time has come. Tomorrow (at 12:01 am, to be precise!) The Two Towers comes out, and we start a new chapter.

[Wneighbor]

Okay, you can help me get him trained. There are getting to be so many of these Hollywood type men who need my retraining camp that I actually need help to handle them all.

(in my dreams)

[mstar]

I seem to have the same problem, but I just keep coming back. Good night Ramius.

[HairOfTheDog]

Well, it would be nice to have someone who would go with me into the very fires of Mordor... Not that I plan on doing that!

[Wneighbor]

Think I'm going to bed now too, mstar. See ya tomorrow.

[Wneighbor]

i do see your point. but, i hate to bring someone into my firey crash.

[2Jedismom]

It's not unusual...but now it's either put on my glasses or increase the font back up to "Largest" or go to bed. Think I'll just go to bed.

Good night all!

[HairOfTheDog]

I get really uncomfortable when people discuss religion on this thread...

Yeah - I know.... So sorry! ;~D

[mstar]

You get the first class together, put together a good lesson plan...maybe the first lesson could be "How to vote a Republican Ticket" quietly , keeping all "No Blood For Oil" comments to oneself.
THEN on to grooming. First rule, No removal anything that would take away from that great Aragron look.

When you get the enrollees, let me know and I'll come running.

[mstar]

Good night. Hope tommorrow is better.

[Corin Stormhands]

Gee, I guess I didn't quite realize we were talking about that many letters.

Yup. Letter to all the member families. Sad thing is, we need 200 member families to make our budget...thus the letter...

Just finished.

[Corin Stormhands]

Nite folks. Here's a lite nite lite.

[HairOfTheDog]

You wimmin would ruin him with this finishing school, you know. ;~D

[mstar]

No..we would keep him from destroying himself in the eyes of his most loyal freeper fans. In the end he would thank us. Otherwise he could end up like eeck...Alan Balwin, or Charlie Sheen, oh my God, list could go on. I gotta go to bed...Charlie Sheen....why did mention Charlie Sheen... I'm gonna have nightmares!!

[HairOfTheDog]

I wouldn't kick any of them out of the tent for dirty boots.... Politics is a process!

[ecurbh]

The Edward Bulwar Lytton prize is awarded every year to the author of the
worst possible opening line of a book. This has been so successful that
Penguin now publishes five books-worth of entries. Some recent winners:

"As a scientist, Throckmorton knew that if he were ever to break wind in
the sound chamber he would never hear the end of it."

"Just beyond the Narrows the river widens."

"With a curvaceous figure that Venus would have envied, a tanned
unblemished oval face framed with lustrous thick brown hair, deep
azure-blue eyes fringed with long black lashes, perfect teeth that vied for
competition, and a small straight nose, Marilee had a beauty that defied
description."

"Andre, a simple peasant, had only one thing on his mind as he crept along
the east wall: "Andre creep . . . Andre creep . . .Andre creep."

"Stanislaus Smedley, a man always on the cutting edge of narcissism, was
about to give his body and soul to a back-alley sex-change surgeon--to
become the woman he loved."

"Although Sarah had an abnormal fear of mice, it did not keep her from
seeking out a living at a local pet store."

"Stanley looked quite bored and somewhat detached, but then penguins often
do."

"Like an overripe beefsteak tomato rimmed with cottage cheese, the
corpulent remains of Santa Claus lay dead on the hotel floor."

"Mike Hardware was the kind of private eye who didn't know the meaning of
the word "fear," a man who could laugh in the face of danger and spit in
the eye of death--in short, a moron with suicidal tendencies.

AND THE BEST OF ALL:

"The sun oozed over the horizon, shoved aside darkness, crept along the
greensward, and, with sickly fingers, pushed through the castle window,
revealing the pillaged princess, hand at throat, crown asunder, gaping in
frenzied horror at the sated, sodden amphibian lying beside her,
disbelieving the magnitude of the toad's deception, screaming madly, "You
lied!"

[ecurbh]

Here's the contest's official site: http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/

[HairOfTheDog]

ROTFL!

[HairOfTheDog]

Mariann Simms of Wetumpka, Ala., won $250 in the 22nd Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest, a parody honoring the writer of the worst beginning to an imaginary novel.

"They had but one last remaining night together, so they embraced each other as tightly as that two-flavor entwined string cheese that is orange and yellowish-white, the orange probably being a bland Cheddar and the white ... Mozzarella, although it could possibly be Provolone or just plain American, as it really doesn't taste distinctly dissimilar from the orange, yet they would have you believe it does by coloring it differently," Simms wrote.

[Lil'freeper]

Morning!

No more silly class. Yaaaaay!

Have to work through about a million emails and work on a report, but maybe I'll be around later.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

[ksen]

Morning LF! Are we the only ones around this morning?