Stalking is the Best Form of Flattery

Well, apparently today is Friday. Which means that yesterday's post was horribly inaccurate. You see, I stated that it was Wednesday, when, in fact, it was Thursday. What a hilarious misunderstanding (props to you if you caught that reference). I wonder if someone who lied about the date in court could be charged for perjury.

The days of the week are even more of a blur when I'm at home. For instance, a good question that I could ask is "what on earth happened to Thursday, and why does my shirt smell like apples?" Unfortunately for me, my shirt does not smell of apples, which is sad considering that apples smell delectable.

In any case, I am at home, it is Friday, and my clothing does not smell of delicious fruits. And, if you cannot tell, I am at a lack of words. Well, not actually- but you know what I mean... flowing, pointed, well-crafted words.

Since I am in a rather random mood, it would seem- I shall post a rather random haiku, that I shall select from my large list of haikus that I wrote one day when I was bored.


J.R.R. Tolkien
Would be so disappointed
In Elvish Speakers


I know that they try to show their love of his work by learning the very languages that it's based on, but really? The level of obsession some fans take their hobbies to is absolutely ridiculous. Speaking Elvish, getting ear alterations, learning Klingon (which my spellcheck accepts as a word), running into the wall between Platforms 9 and 10, the list goes on and on. The authors (or whoever can claim responsibility for the work), could have a couple of possible reactions. They could be flattered, for one- since people are showing such love for the work; they could be disappointed, as in "it's just a story... get a life"; or they could be greatly disgusted, as in "ewwwww, obsessed fans." I would expect the 2nd or 3rd. Come to think of it, the whole situation is similar to being stalked- you may be flattered that someone chooses to stalk you, but in the end they're probably not going to end up in your good graces.

Now, if you'll excuse me- I need to get back to rereading The Silmarillion for the 100th time.