Amusement bringeth mirtheth toeth theth souleth. It’s funeth to puteth eth-eth at the endeth of wordseth.

But not really that fun, I guess.

I went and finally, finally, finally saw Lord of the Rings this weekend after receiving ridicule after ridicule and blasphemy after blasphemy for waiting this long to see it the first time. I liked the movie. It was definitely not what I was expecting (I’d only heard words like “shire” and “gandalf” thrown around in the Big House for, oh, two years, but never really took the time to investigate what in the world they meant). I definitely thought the movie was visually stunning—both in special effects and just the sheer imagery of the scenery. Gosh! It was, indeed, a feast for the eyes. However, I think I must see it again to really gain a good grip on the story because I’m flopping around here trying to figure out what was going on. And three hours is great, don’t get me wrong—but when your rear falls asleep in padded seats, you need at least some sort of intermission.

Now I have a question. (Warning: little spoiler to the movie ahead. If you haven’t seen it yet, skip to the next paragraph.) If Gandalf is this awesome wizard as we definitely saw at the Tower, how come he doesn’t use his wizard skills along the quest? There seem to be several opportunities for him to aid his companions, yet he doesn’t seem to [be able to?]. For instance, wouldn’t it make sense for a wizard to have the ability to create fire (or better yet, a fire shield) to keep them warm during the snowy mountain trek?

You know, even when you have to spend your 17-month dating anniversary washing clothes, it doesn’t matter as long as you’re with the one that you adore so much. :)