Finally saw Lord of the Rings yesterday. It was like, me, Mel, and Mike sprawled out on Ben’s bed, while Jane, Will, and Chris curled up on his futon. Poor Ben came in late and got stuck with the little plastic stool that is just not fun for long periods of time. Spent brief periods of time contemplating whether or not it would be worth kicking the generic motherfucker sprawled on the floor near me in the head, and luckily, kept getting distracted by the film.

He had felt it necessary to start a conversation with Ben during the film, and LOTR is not loud, people, and folks in this house ARE. The single exception being Mike, and possibly Amelia’s dad when he wants to be heard. And yes, I did just say that Mr. Lang quiets down when he wishes to be heard. It won’t become any more sensible from thinking about, so save yourselves some time and pain, and just ignore it.

I want to see it again now, partially because its awesome, and I’m fully aware that I will be owning this, and it will be taking a place of honor beside Run Lola Run and Pitch Black, among others. Mostly, though, its just to find out what the hell I missed while the cuntrags were talking before Chris started sulking and I just bellowed at them to take it the fuck outside. I love Ben. But when he goes thoughtless, he does it completely, and then wonders why never let him live it down (half-assed tampon sex, anyone?).

And can I say? While I violently heart most of the characters, and oh-my-god could Samwise have BEEN a little more in love with Frodo?!?! and Amelia’s right, Legolas is a god, and needs to be fucked thoroughly….I want to be Boromir. The man Would. Not. Stop. Took three arrows to the chest to take him down, and a fourth to kill him. Baby is the shiiiiiiiiiiiit.

…………..needed to wash his hair occasionally, tho.