Because I'm bored.

Everyone's watching the wedding for the new Duchess of Cambridge. The frenzy over her dress was amusing at the very least. While interesting, I'm just trolling the internets mostly since well everyone else is busy.

I also may have not signed in to this blog in like six months. So yeah. Oops.

Started rereading the Lord of the Rings books again, but I'm starting with the Hobbit of course. One of my favorite passages is still as follows;

"Good Morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
"What do you mean?" he said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once," said Bilbo. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. ...
"Good morning!" he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water." By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
"What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!" said Gandalf. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off."