For the last two nights, I’ve had nightmares bad enough to wake me up. Both involved my hurting someone (or something) physically, both involved Lord of the Rings characters. I’m not sure I really want to know what this means…

After seeing a bear pursuing Frodo and Sam, shooting out lasers out of its eyes, lightspeedchick says, “well, that doesn’t make any sense”.

Pippin replies in a thick Scottish accent, “Hey, it’s Middle Eerrrrth”.

Well, that wasn’t really the scary part.