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Saturday, March 31, 2012
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
The Post that Never Was
Disembodied when the One Ring was cut from his hand at the Battle of the Last Alliance in the Second Age, the Dark Lord Sauron became a shadowy echo of his former self. Formless and terrifying
I think Mazur will be happy with this selection.
Ancient beyond reckoning, Treebeard is wise and slow to act.
He's a tree. We made Williams a tree.
Gimli is a mighty warrior, quick to draw his broad axes in battle. Not given to subtlety, he wears his passions plainly for all to see. Yet for all his impulsiveness, Gimli is loyal and noble in spirit.
Sounds a little self-centered, right? He's still a fucking dwarf.
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A Prince of the Elven Kingdom of Mirkwood, Legolas joined the Fellowship of the Ring as a representative of his people. Legolas possesses the keen eyesight and sharp ears characteristic of his race
Chambers does not deserves this cool a character.
A descendant of the lost line of the ancient kings of Men, Aragorn is fated to one day claim the empty throne of Gondor. Aragorn is a mighty warrior, wielding his blade with great adeptnes.
He is a good guy, deal with it Marc
Gandalf is the leader of the Fellowship of the Ring and the army of the West.
He's also crazy tall.
During his centuries under the Ring's influence, Gollum came to love and hate the Ring, just as he loved and hated himself. Throughout the story, Gollum is seen communing with his ego, torn between his lust for the Ring and his desire to be free of it.
Frodo’s uncle, who possesses the ring at the beginning of the trilogy. Bilbo is a playful old hobbit, but he is restless and covetous of his ring. His unsettled feelings suggest how great a burden it is to carry the ring and foreshadow the great travails that await Frodo.
One of the most significant events in Tolkien's stories was the meeting of Bilbo and Gollum.
The heir to the steward of Gondor. More than any other member of the fellowship of the ring, Boromir is the victim of desire for the ring. He attacks Frodo to try to take it from him. Later, Boromir attempts to make up for this slip by fighting the oncoming army of Uruk-hai. He is killed in battle, but his bravery allows the other members of the fellowship to survive.
Frodo’s best friend and constant companion. If Frodo’s burden is to carry the ring, Sam’s is to carry Frodo, which he literally does as the two finally struggle up Mount Doom. Sam is Frodo’s loyal friend, as committed as Frodo is to returning the ring and keeping the Shire safe. Considering his proximity to the ring, Sam is remarkably immune to its call. Sam himself carries the ring for a short time, and, if necessary, could probably have completed the mission on his own. When the four hobbits return to the Shire at the end, Sam emerges from Frodo’s shadow. He approaches the woman he’s been dreaming about, and soon they are married. Within little time he is a father of two, with a nice house and garden.
The ring-bearer and protagonist of the trilogy. A young hobbit, Frodo is chosen by the wizard Gandalf to return the ring to Mordor. The ring offers terrible temptation to anyone who comes near it, and though Frodo on occasion succumbs to its power, he generally shows remarkable strength before its siren call. However, when it comes time to drop the ring into Mount Doom, he is unable to simply let the ring go. In this way, he resembles his uncle Bilbo, a former owner of the ring who is forever restless. The ring has a great effect on Frodo, changing him from an ordinary hobbit of exceptional qualities into someone extraordinary.
Lubahn and I worked on this post years ago. We never finished it b/c Lubahn questioned my photoshop skills/effort and so I quit. This is 1 of the 11 limited editions poster I will be releasing.
Saturday, March 24, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Monday, March 19, 2012
i found and lost love and some lessons were learned,
and in losing that love a wretched solace does turn.
i'd known it would happen, that i'd tear it apart,
it was told early on i'd have to break my own heart.
as fate crossed our paths, whirled desires and wrath,
an inevitable math foretold a love would not last.
too many times did i howl and seek drink, scorn weak as a fink.
too many times did i sink, let leak my wretched freak,
to your willing caress, my witless tongue's cursed test,
you gave me your best but still i'd protest.
all that was right mattered not in my eyes as apishly
i trampled your poor heart down to size,
a size small as mine.
try as i might i often lost sight of how lucky i was
to just be by your side.
i'd let minds' disconnection preclude disaffection,
make angry my head, for surely we'd attach, what never was dead.
i wish i'd the intuition to listen and glisten,
instead i was selfish and densely did thicken.
i pushed you away when it'd been better to pray.
i preyed on your purity and left you in disarray.
and so now these limp words, none read nor heard
revealing no lessons learned, just memories and yearns,
are the solace i take, as i reflect on mistakes,
as my soul aches in this way...
im gonna go vomit now. feel free to ban me from posting.
and in losing that love a wretched solace does turn.
i'd known it would happen, that i'd tear it apart,
it was told early on i'd have to break my own heart.
as fate crossed our paths, whirled desires and wrath,
an inevitable math foretold a love would not last.
too many times did i howl and seek drink, scorn weak as a fink.
too many times did i sink, let leak my wretched freak,
to your willing caress, my witless tongue's cursed test,
you gave me your best but still i'd protest.
all that was right mattered not in my eyes as apishly
i trampled your poor heart down to size,
a size small as mine.
try as i might i often lost sight of how lucky i was
to just be by your side.
i'd let minds' disconnection preclude disaffection,
make angry my head, for surely we'd attach, what never was dead.
i wish i'd the intuition to listen and glisten,
instead i was selfish and densely did thicken.
i pushed you away when it'd been better to pray.
i preyed on your purity and left you in disarray.
and so now these limp words, none read nor heard
revealing no lessons learned, just memories and yearns,
are the solace i take, as i reflect on mistakes,
as my soul aches in this way...
im gonna go vomit now. feel free to ban me from posting.
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
disavow.
y'all better become ril familiar with this word... and im not here, im just am illusion, just a lost conclusion. keep it ril, or ima kill your mom.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Random thoughts from a recent visit to Mexico
• Mexicans can weave anything into a bracelet in 4 minutes• Who the fuck buys a hammock from a beach vendor…….just what I was looking for…a FUCKING backyard hammock
• You will run into Canadians and they will use the word “ay” at least 9 different ways, pay attention
• Tequila bars are open at most hotels 24 hours/day which led to my immediate thought of Mazur crowning himself king of the tequila stand shouting profanities at every passerbyer
• The drinks are free the entire time at an all-inclusive, they will not run out, slow down or you do black out before supper
• Paloma – A beautifully refreshing tequila drink that is very addictive
• Being at a place where you are in a bathing suit 10 hours/day you realize a few things:1 -Legitimate fat people just don’t give a fuck about being fat
2 -How can old women not feel that breeze between that 3 inch gap in the bottom of there suit
3 -Big boobs are a gift, a well worn thong is magical
• When vacationing taking local transportation is the only way to go
• DO NOT under any circumstances accept free tequila from the old woman under the bridge
• Ray Mysterio masks can be purchased in 13 sizes and 56 different colors
• Silent farts are still stinky even on a beautiful beach
• For an extra $20 you can play with baby tigers……um YES PLEASE
*Just sign on this line, don’t worry about what the 3 previous pages of documentation, in Spanish. I’m sure you are in good hands and that this activity is insured
• Why does this handcrafted wooden bowl that I just demanded you to throw in with my children’s “vacation gift” not have a filter hole….WTF man!
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Friday, March 09, 2012
This is my Friday night. After a 60+ hour work week, a Friday night weekend stayover in Springfield, MO, this is what happens. A few Makers Mark on the rocks at the Doubletree lobby Houlihans and some dinner, then I walk out with a bottle of wine, courtesy of my expense account. I now lay in bed drinking wine out of a paper Wolfgang Puck coffee cup. This, my friends, is what I do.
As a side note, there is a teenage girls sports team (I am guessing volleyball?) roaming/running/yelling up and down the halls of the executive level hotel top floor. I do not know why they are allowed up here or who they could be with, but they will soon get a middle aged, shirtless, tiny man yelling at them from a doorway to shut the fuck up.
Thursday, March 08, 2012
Monday, March 05, 2012
Sunday, March 04, 2012
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