hee hee hee
I just remembered I can post here since Carl doesn't read it. Whee. I've been dying to get this off my chest all day.

I haven't been in the world of ultra psycho fandom for a long, long time. But in high school I used to hang out with some friends at the Silver Snail (comic books, games, & related merch.) And during that time I never had any money of course and just had to sit and drool at the real psycho fan merchandise. As stupid and silly as it was.

So, I married a fellow fan-geek type, although I didn't realize how much of one he was (since we don't game or tape tv shows or go to cons or anything together; I guess neither of us qualifies anymore except for our general bent towards things.) Until this whole LoTR stuff started and I found to my surprise that although he gave up all his LoTR stuff when he became a monk, I was living with a big time Tolkien fan.

And, I got to go to the Silver Snail and reserve and pick up just today an absurdly expensive, useless, I am sure horribly balanced and utterly a travesty in every way Sting, the sword of Bilbo Baggins and I feel like I won the lottery and I should prance up and down Queen St. waving it.

Heee.

Shandra