When I heard they were making a film adaptation of J. R. R. Tolkien’s The Hobbit, I, like so many good The Lord of the Rings fans, was insanely excited. After all, what good Elf loving nerd could resist those 3 hour (4 if you got the extended DVDs!) preciouses? It is truly the fantasy film series to rule them all.
Then, they announced they were going to make The Hobbit a 3 part movie. With one fell swoop, what started out as a concept I desperately yearned for ended up being something I dread more than any Orc. Continue reading
As I mentioned in an earlier post, I’ve been working for a political campaign. Unfortunately, on Tuesday my candidate lost the primary election, meaning I’m now even more unemployed than before. Yay! As you can guess, my fleeting dreams of fleeing hobodom have made me rather melancholy, because I like money.
Money is what you use to buy food. Food is what you eat. I like eating.
About five years ago, when I was a little, chubby, recent-high school grad, I somehow started talking to a guy online. A fellow gay man. Now, at 18 I was even more naive than I am now, and had hoped this acquaintanceship would turn into a steamy, zany courtship.