eventful.
This weekend I ran seven miles or so and finished The Hobbit. Not at the same time, mind you.
And then I sat down to write this post about the book and other things, and an involuntary twitch of my left hand caused me to drop a hot cup of tea all over my keyboard and lap. I said "ouch" and then "fuck" three times consecutively, and spent the next few hours soaking my very red, somewhat blistered legs in cold water. Fortunately, my lap will survive. My laptop may not. Of all potential outcomes, this is, I suppose, the second most desirable.
And then today this happened, and all was right with the world, and by "right", I of course mean completely bonkers.
Um, but anyway, I found The Hobbit delightful, and am ashamed to say I'd never read it before and still have yet to actually sit down and read the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but it is on my list. Bilbo is such an endearing character, and I couldn't help thinking how perfect Martin Freeman is for the role. I love all the scenes with Gollum and Smaug - what guts for such a little hobbit! I love that Benedict Cumberbatch is voicing Smaug, too, for silly Sherlock fangirl reasons and also because I imagine he does a splendid arrogant dragon voice. (Only somewhat related, but apparently there is in existence audio of BC reading "Ode to a Nightingale" that I can't bring myself to listen to because I expect that doing so carries with it an increased risk of pregnancy.)
Ouch, my legs are sore, but look, Martin Freeman in suspenders, and oh, The Hunger Games comes out on Friday. I am attending an opening night showing wearing a Team Peeta t-shirt (I didn't think of the Team Katniss feminist perspective until I had already put in the order!) and a mockingjay pin. Geeks ahoy, indeed, but at least I shall be among friends.
And then I sat down to write this post about the book and other things, and an involuntary twitch of my left hand caused me to drop a hot cup of tea all over my keyboard and lap. I said "ouch" and then "fuck" three times consecutively, and spent the next few hours soaking my very red, somewhat blistered legs in cold water. Fortunately, my lap will survive. My laptop may not. Of all potential outcomes, this is, I suppose, the second most desirable.
And then today this happened, and all was right with the world, and by "right", I of course mean completely bonkers.
Um, but anyway, I found The Hobbit delightful, and am ashamed to say I'd never read it before and still have yet to actually sit down and read the Lord of the Rings trilogy, but it is on my list. Bilbo is such an endearing character, and I couldn't help thinking how perfect Martin Freeman is for the role. I love all the scenes with Gollum and Smaug - what guts for such a little hobbit! I love that Benedict Cumberbatch is voicing Smaug, too, for silly Sherlock fangirl reasons and also because I imagine he does a splendid arrogant dragon voice. (Only somewhat related, but apparently there is in existence audio of BC reading "Ode to a Nightingale" that I can't bring myself to listen to because I expect that doing so carries with it an increased risk of pregnancy.)
Ouch, my legs are sore, but look, Martin Freeman in suspenders, and oh, The Hunger Games comes out on Friday. I am attending an opening night showing wearing a Team Peeta t-shirt (I didn't think of the Team Katniss feminist perspective until I had already put in the order!) and a mockingjay pin. Geeks ahoy, indeed, but at least I shall be among friends.