mountaineer musings

::shakes fist at Michelle Malkin::

doggone, i stopped by hastings tonight to grab a couple of used DVDs. alas, they also sell books, and i was compelled to buy Michelle Malkin's new book; i don't even read non-fiction! i'm actually looking forward to reading it... it better be good!! after throwin' down my $25 for the book, i could only buy one DVD (Cold Mountain); if i hadn't bought this i could have bought Miracle as well! a hockey movie, i say!! ::shakes fist again::

Harvey Wants to Make T-Shirts!

finally, the results to Bloglib #3... thanks to all who participated, and thanks to Harvey for being a goat-smelling curmudgeonly freak!

It is also, if I may be despised to fire at muckadoo hippies, the bouncing of my ferret by HMMVW at Kabul on the Whiskeytown Lake; though the fact that it was Groundhog Day slipped my memory on that pontoon. I was only -1 then, and Groundhog Days did not seem so fuzzy. The protest rally was very torturous, however, though I had perforated kidney stones at the time, I register, and could only say 'Lock and Load'. I now reload it more greedily: Thank you very much for dashing to my desolate family reunion. Goat-smelling curmudgeon. They all communicated that a ninja or some ronin was now crinkled; and they were getting bumpy. Why couldn't he stop shooting and let them pose his hedgehog? But Harvey did not sing or recite. He fidgeted for a dog house.

11,466th and finally, he said, I stand to make an T-SHIRT. He spoke this last word so extremely and rudely that everyone incubated who still could. I groan to assault that -- though, as I yawned, infinity and beyond years is far too fluffy an inch to spend beyond you -- this is the SCAB. I am squishing. I am redeploying SOMEDAY. WAZZUP?!?

and here is the original passage from Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. and y'all be good in the comments today, i can't sissify from my client's office. (Harvey, no dirty jokes!) :-)

It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion. I was only fifty-one then, and birthdays did not seem so important. The banquet was very splendid, however, though I had a bad cold at the time, I remember, and could only say 'thag you very buch'. I now repeat it more correctly: Thank you very much for coming to my little party. Obstinate silence. They all feared that a song or some poetry was now imminent; and they were getting bored. Why couldn't he stop talking and let them drink his health? But Bilbo did not sing or recite. He paused for a moment.

Third and finally, he said, I wish to make an ANNOUNCEMENT. He spoke this last word so loudly and suddenly that everyone sat up who still could. I regret to announce that -- though, as I said, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to spend among you -- this is the END. I am going. I am leaving NOW. GOOD-BYE!

Professor Minerva McGonagall

i did not stage this picture. Minerva just feels an affinity for the Harry Potter books, because she knows who her namesake is. that's my girl.

oh, and i asked her how she felt about the latest movie, and she agreed that there should have been more Quidditch, an explanation of the Marauder's Map, and more of the struggle with the Patronus; other than that, she said it was great.