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*cough* Slight problem When K was saying Saturday she was thinking Friday... so Friday 10th it is.
Shall be out on the 10th according to JB's and thus I shall own it. Wil has graciously offered his home for a venue on [Saturday night (11th) - see above] so all those interested in coming along for a night of epic fantasy and elephant surfing are welcome. Bring swimming gear and use the pool too. Starts @ 7:30pm and runs till close on midnight.
Ed.. Was most fun and took far longer what having to watch the easter eggs twice and stop and discuss our tiny problem with the beacons and of course the need for an intermission to eat and talk about books. Feelings of love and appreciation for persons present completely justified.
David's amusing commentary..
Maia,
Danke schoen for the invite. Though I adore surfing the Harad-dum(?) beasts as much as any full-blooded elf, our attendance looks somewhat doubtful. Only last week we were blissing out on the endless pageantry of the theatre-release version.
You will be pleased to hear that Tanya and I are reading through the book, which she finds much superior, so far as to think the film a desecration (I find it useful to think of it as a polysensual epitome which sometimes veers into palimpsest). Though we share the opinion that it should have been the most expensive mini-series ever made (about four episodes for the ceremonial 'turns,' as Tolkien calls them, punctuated by a delicious plodding pedestrian action and a SUBTLE build-up of tension throughout. But then, only purists would love it.
The most woeful thing (in a very fine trilogy) is not the excision of Tom Bombadil (hard to represent a short, dancing, bearded man in yellow boots as an elemental First Man) but the voices of the Black Riders. Had Tolkien wanted them as they are in the film, he would have written something like:
A dark figure in a cloak approached the Gaffer's house, and Frodo could hear, around the corner but out of his sight, an unpleasant, unintelligible shriek, to which the Gaffer answered:
"Who you be wanting, then? Sorry, didn't catch it that time either. Again? Did you say 'back in' or 'bugger? 'Bargains?' Look, ye really should try some of those mint juleps they have at the Green Dragon. Clear your throat before you can say - well, whatever it is you're sayin, if you get my meanin. Now off with yer, I've got these hedges to do."
What's more, the thesis awaits. Buggins
If we don't get there, we wish you a lovely evening anyway, and hope to see you soon.
Auf w
Babs
PS Say woof to Kenobi for me
Shall be out on the 10th according to JB's and thus I shall own it. Wil has graciously offered his home for a venue on [Saturday night (11th) - see above] so all those interested in coming along for a night of epic fantasy and elephant surfing are welcome. Bring swimming gear and use the pool too. Starts @ 7:30pm and runs till close on midnight.
Ed.. Was most fun and took far longer what having to watch the easter eggs twice and stop and discuss our tiny problem with the beacons and of course the need for an intermission to eat and talk about books. Feelings of love and appreciation for persons present completely justified.
David's amusing commentary..
Maia,
Danke schoen for the invite. Though I adore surfing the Harad-dum(?) beasts as much as any full-blooded elf, our attendance looks somewhat doubtful. Only last week we were blissing out on the endless pageantry of the theatre-release version.
You will be pleased to hear that Tanya and I are reading through the book, which she finds much superior, so far as to think the film a desecration (I find it useful to think of it as a polysensual epitome which sometimes veers into palimpsest). Though we share the opinion that it should have been the most expensive mini-series ever made (about four episodes for the ceremonial 'turns,' as Tolkien calls them, punctuated by a delicious plodding pedestrian action and a SUBTLE build-up of tension throughout. But then, only purists would love it.
The most woeful thing (in a very fine trilogy) is not the excision of Tom Bombadil (hard to represent a short, dancing, bearded man in yellow boots as an elemental First Man) but the voices of the Black Riders. Had Tolkien wanted them as they are in the film, he would have written something like:
A dark figure in a cloak approached the Gaffer's house, and Frodo could hear, around the corner but out of his sight, an unpleasant, unintelligible shriek, to which the Gaffer answered:
"Who you be wanting, then? Sorry, didn't catch it that time either. Again? Did you say 'back in' or 'bugger? 'Bargains?' Look, ye really should try some of those mint juleps they have at the Green Dragon. Clear your throat before you can say - well, whatever it is you're sayin, if you get my meanin. Now off with yer, I've got these hedges to do."
What's more, the thesis awaits. Buggins
If we don't get there, we wish you a lovely evening anyway, and hope to see you soon.
Auf w
Babs
PS Say woof to Kenobi for me
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