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Bye-Bye Bib

I have never been fond of cats. Not only am I highly allergic to them, but I find their sometimes aloof, always underfoot behavior to be highly annoying.  I am enough of a clutz on my own without a cat constantly winding itself around my ankles.  One day, my husband was out hunting and brought home a tiny, malnourished dirtball he found among a litter of barn cats. It was the runt and had received a corneal abrasion at the paws of one of its littermates.

“But look at her- she’s so pathetic,”  wheedled my husband, “She’ll die if we don’t take care of her.”  This, coming from a man who will shoot anything in season, including Bambi, Thumper and all of their forest friends.  I could tell he was a lost cause already.  And seriously, how could I sentence a baby animal to death?  Not even I am that mean.  I did make him promise to keep her in the garage, otherwise my allergies would be unbearable.  He fed her, washed her, made her a bed and bought the kitty litter box-thingy.  Soon, she was riding around on his shoulder and using all of us as her own personal jungle gyms.  Brian named her Bib, short for born in a barn, and she was every bit as weird as her name.  She would fetch like a dog, pounce on leaves and dustbunnies, but wouldn’t hunt anything living.  She was even afraid of bugs.  She would entertain us by sneaking up on us when we were outside or in the garage, grabbing our lower legs with her front paws, then tearing away like a maniac. We would speak to her and she would always answer with a meow, often at different pitches, as if she were really talking.  Brian frequently did Lassie scenarios with her and, against my will, I found myself becoming quite attached.

On New Year’s Eve, I let her out of the garage to play with the neighbor’s cat.  When my daughter and I came home, we saw her sitting by the corner of the garage.  She meowed and tried to walk to us, but her rear legs kept collapsing.  I knew immediately that she had been hit by a car, so my husband and I bundled her up in a blanket and took her to the animal hospital.  The news wasn’t good; her pelvis had been fractured in at least 4 places, including the joint itself. Surgery, if it would even be successful, would cost several thousand dollars, payable upfront.  We didn’t have it, especially right after Christmas.  We didn’t want her to suffer, so we decided to have her put to sleep.  Brian was so upset that he couldn’t bear to see her like that, so I stayed with her while the Vet administered the medication. I patted her face and talked to her while her head slumped to the blankets.  One second she was there, looking at me, then she was gone.  When they gave me her little blue collar with the bell on it, I bawled like a baby.  I guess if a non-cat person like me can change, almost anyone can.  We’ll miss you, Bib, you little allergen-toting putty-tat.  I love you.

She snuck into the house

Inspector of the catch


From My Cold, Dead Hands…

Well, the commercial chaos and rampant consumerism that is Christmas is finally over.  If I had had to listen to ONE MORE Christmas song at work, I would have snapped. I truly believe radio shows should be held accountable for the violent actions of people forced to listen to Jingle Bell Rock over and over and over again for more than a month.  As should those asshats that play the “Oh, my wife bought me a new car for Christmas”  commercials.  Are they seriously trying to make us feel guilty if we can’t go out and buy our spouse a new Lexus?  Anyways, I digress.

Now, I am perfectly willing to use the Kindle for some things, like for traveling, sitting in the waiting room, etc, but I WILL continue to buy real books, especially those of my favorite authors.  I have downloaded lots of free books, mostly classics, that I wouldn’t have shelled out the bucks to own in paper form.  I’ll admit, the Kindle is handy,  portable, and the battery lasts forever between charges, BUT I refuse to replace my books with an e-reader.  I consider it a supplement. So, if my dear hubby thinks he can take my books, I’ll tell him he can pry them from my cold, dead hands.  Hehe.  Happy New Year, everyone.  Be safe!


The Troll Hunter

I found this gem of a found-footage movie trailer via GeekChicDailyThe Troll Hunter is a Norwegian low-budget film with surprisingly cool special effects.  Like The Blair Witch Project before it, this movie’s main characters are early twenty-somethings supposedly filming a documentary on supernatural creatures;  in this case, trolls.  Of course, there is the obligatory government conspiracy to cover-up their existence, so our plucky investigators must overcome recalcitrant farmers, annoyed bureaucrats, etc, while on their quest for evidence.  If you aren’t up on your Scandinavian fairy tales, you should google trolls before watching this to get some background information and just be an all-around smarter person.  If you want to get your geek on in a serious way, check out this movie.

P.S  Don’t you think it would make an epic video game?

LOTR Cameos & Special Extras

I’m a big fan of StumbleUpon, which brought me to the site below.  It is part of a site called Fantasia Domain and has some really interesting  (I’m trying to find adjectives other than my usual “cool!”  and “awesome!”) special extras and cameo shots from the LOTR films.  Many of the people involved in production, special effects, musical scores, etc, were used in the film as extras.  In fact, the two blacksmith artisans who made the weapons and armor for the films are actually the two elven smiths shown remaking the blade, Anduril, in RoTK.  How incredible would that be, to be part of one of the most important film trilogies of all time?  Anyways, enough of my fangirl squeeing- check it out!  It’s rather amazing how they can turn your average, geeky-looking CGI tech into an intimidating warrior.  Enjoy and Happy Holidays!

Cameos and Special Extras.

Little Pig, Little Pig

I am standing alone on a bleak, empty plain. The sky above me is ominous, full of gray,

boiling clouds. I turn in a circle, looking and listening for anyone, anything on the

flat, grassy expanse. In the distance, I spy an old, two-story farmhouse, neglected

and seemingly empty. As I squint at it, I become aware of howling in the distance.

I turn around to see a ravenous pack of wolves streaming towards me. I am instantly

terrified and sprint towards the safety of the house.  As I run, I can feel the wolves

getting closer, hear the thudding of their paws against the ground and their

snarls as they gain on me. The closer I get to the house, the slower my legs are

moving, as if I am trying to run underwater, and the farmhouse seems miles away.

The wolves are now so close that I can hear their panting and their hungry whines.

My heart is pounding in my chest as I hit the porch at last, only to find the front door

locked. Desperate, I flee around to the side and find the entrance to a root cellar.

I yank the door open and fall down the short flight of steps to the cellar floor,

scrambling back up just in time to slam the door shut as the wolves reach it. Their claws

are tearing frantically against the wood, trying to rip the door open and get to me.

My knees give way and I fall to the floor,exhausted. Still hearing the frustrated

growls of the wolves, I scoot to the far side of the cellar and slump against the

wall, wondering if the door will hold. As I catch my breath, I notice that there is

no door leading up to the inside of the house, no sounds of occupants above.

I am trapped in the cellar with the wolves still gathered outside. Then, I wake up.

I had this dream repeatedly throughout my childhood.  Has anyone else ever had

a recurring nightmare?  Feel up to sharing?

What big teeth you have...

The Rules of Magic

Like everyone, I’m a bit busy with the holiday season, but I

thought I’d share this chart with you.  Developed by i09, one o

f my favorite websites,  it relates the rules of magic, according to

the greatest fantasy sagas of all time.  Interesting stuff!

Happy Holidays, my friends!  😀

Road Construction Hell

I sat at a dead stop for an eternity on Massillon Road today while trying to get home from work.  The past two days have been hell (first of the month) and we’ve been buried alive under a crap-ton of work, constant phone calls and troglodytes at the register talking on their cell phones and wanting to buy ten cents’ worth of candy while we’re trying to fill prescriptions.  All I wanted to do was get home and hide from everyone, but NOOOO, the city of Akron has decided to repair all its bridges and sewer lines in this area at once, so there is no easy way to get home.  O.M.G.  If only I had a damn monster truck… And a bazooka.  And maybe an external PA system on the monster truck so I could blare Metallica as I crushed everything in my path. Yeah, I think that might make me feel better. *smiles*

This could be me.

An armored humvee would work, too. Decisions, decisions...

One of my favorite bloggers recently posted this and I felt I should share it as a public service.  Mind you, I have four kids of my own, mostly grown now, so I know how difficult it is to keep the little heathens under control.  If my kids acted up while we were out, I would remove them from whatever public venue we were at and teach them the error of their ways back at the car.  Please refer to the flowchart below to see if you should subject the general public to your children yet, or if you should take remedial parenting classes and/or hire the services of a kid-whisperer.  May the Force be with you.

The art of husband-and-wife team Angi Sullins and Silas Toball has been featured in several publications including Somerset Studio, Somerset Digital and Smashing Magazine.  Angi and Silas are veterans in the digital art movement and their website ( and blogs have won numerous awards including Smashing Magazine’s Top Fifty Blog Designs, Pixelatic’s Top Stunning Websites, Blogosphere’s Top 45 Most Creative Blog Designs and Inspiredology’s Top Flourish Designs.

Together, they are known as “The Dazzling Duo,” and for good reason.   They are the creative masterminds behind Duirwaigh Gallery in Taos, New Mexico and their incredible home on the web, Duirwaigh Studios .  They specialize in mythopoetic art, creating a dazzling array of  imaginative, soulful pieces, including films, music and books, that have inspired and created a sense of wonder in thousands of people.

Silas is described as a true Renaissance Man, creating incredible graphics, films, and musical compositions.  Angie is a writer, poet, artistic blogger,  performer and film-maker.  Two of her books are Doorways and Dreamfields: A True Fairy Tale  and Flaming Muse: Matchstick Tales That Ignite the Soul.   Their film, A Knock at the Door, has been viewed by over 4 million people.  I have included below several examples of their artwork.  I really hope that you will check out their website. It’s entirely possible you’ll be there for several hours, lost in the beautiful world that is Duirwaigh Studios .

P.S.  They also have a really cool mouse named Zeus .

Flaming Muse

Charon's Lullaby

A Knock At The Door


Singing Up The Moon

Water Dome


Little Big Love

Gandalf and Fellowship Exposed!

I stumbled upon this funny little site this evening and, in my infinite geekiness, decided to share it with you.  The author, Cassandra Claire, wrote the imaginary diaries of the main characters in Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings trilogy.  They are just parodies, people.  If you take your Tolkien too seriously, you may want to have a shot or three before reading these…


The Very Secret Diaries
Welcome! Here you may find the brilliant “Very Secret Diary” series by the wonderful Cassandra Claire. These are also published in her LiveJournal, but she was kind enough to agree to let your humble servant here publish them here. Enjoy!And do be sure to check out her LiveJournal.To receive email when (which includes this site) is updated, please sign up for Ealasaid’s mailing list. I’m afraid that if you were on the old list, it’s been demolished by my webhost, and you’ll need to sign up again. *sigh*~ Warning! ~
These are works of parody, and as such include content which may result in loud laughter, drinks sprayed across keyboards/monitors, et cetera. The creators of these works and this site assume no responsibility for any censure or damage which may occur. Use at your own risk.These are also archived here.
Fellowship of the Ring Aragorn, Son of Arathorn
Legolas, Son of Weenus
Boromir of Gondor
Frodo Baggins
Samwise Gamgee
Gandalf the Grey
Peregrin Took
Saruman the White
Gimli, Son of Gloin
Meriadoc Brandybuck
Ringwraith No. 5
Arwen Undomiel
The Two Towers Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, Part 2
Legolas, Part 2

Alas, Cassandra Claire has announced that she won’t be writing any more Very Secret Diaries. However, it’s worth noting that the livejournal post where she announced that she wouldn’t be writing more VSDs is now inaccessable. Maybe there’s hope…

This website is not affiliated with The Lord of the Rings films in any official way. The works found herein are strictly the works of their authors and should not be associated with J.R.R. Tolkien’s books or Peter Jackson’s films (may their names and works be praised!) in any official way. These are works of parody, done strictly for amusement, and we’re not making money, so please don’t sue us.
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