Warning: There is some serious stream-of-consciousness rambling ahead. It’s random and not particularly well-written, but it was fun to write! If you don’t have the patience for mindless, aimless drivel, please skip this.
It is almost ridiculous how much I love The Lord of the Rings. I love the books; I love the movies; I love the books about the movies. My fabulous roommate Karrah is back (she was on a trip for the past week), and she and her boyfriend decided to watch The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring. And, of course, if you’re going to watch LotR, you’ve got to do it properly, so I volunteered the movie (for three years, my most beloved Christmas presents from my parents were the extended editions). And I couldn’t very well pass up an opportunity to watch LotR, especially not when Karrah was watching it (given that Karrah and I have numerous memories of LotR-related shenanigans from when they came out in theatre). Continue reading