So today is a bit of a cop-out post (see earlier post about Little Guy's Cold of the Millenium; I'm getting the residual effects today), but this is amazing. Enjoy.
I was going to write about Shelob's lair today but I am ridiculously tired and kind of brain-dead, and that story deserves a better treatment than I can give it in my present state of mind, so instead I'm giving you an awesome video. This song gives me the giggles every time I hear it. There are lots of other video versions, but I have a soft spot for this one simply because of the ponies (you'll see what I mean), which double the giggles.
The song is Skullcrusher Mountain by Jonathan Coulton.
And yes, if you were wondering, this is the same man who brought you that beloved classic, the IKEA song.
I love this clip and have shown it to several of you throughout the years, but it's always worth revisiting. (Stick around through the opening and watch the whole thing. It's worth it, I promise.)
And that, friends, is how you make an acceptance speech.
Thanks to all who have De-Lurked so far. I've enjoyed seeing your comments.
So the Little Guy has had a tummy ache since yesterday as he tries to come to terms with his digestive system. It's nothing serious, but it does mean he needs even more love and attention (poor little guy can't even cry real tears yet), which means less time for blogging.
Which means it's time to shamelessly lift hilarious videos from other blogs!
I laughed at this. Very hard. Because it is TRUE.
As Bridget kindly explained:
(PS - the one line in the clip that's difficult to catch is "you've not heard of LemSip?" which is like TheraFlu. And at the end he asks to watch cbeebies, which is like British Sesame Street.)
(Thanks, Bridget, and I hope your family feels better soon!)
Here's hoping that the Little Guy's tummy ache doesn't turn into a Man Cold. (Do you think it's related to the Cold of the Century?)
Till tomorrow, then!
A 10-day streak! Admit it, you didn't think I'd make it this far. (I know I sure didn't!)
Happily married, book-and-movie-loving owner of two cats, who is curiously susceptible to writer's block, can carry on an entire conversation using only movie quotes and Far Side captions, and knows the correct spelling of "prima donna" and the right way to use "quintessential."
Yes, that's it.
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I came across this poem, "The Spot" by Holly Day, this afternoon. (Scroll
down to the bottom of the page; it won't let me link to the individual
poem.)
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