
There I was, balls deep…. in Tolkien mythology. My brain had degenerated into Quaker oatmeal per the 682 minute marathon of special edition L.O.T.R. DVDs I just watched; all the while spreading out multiple copies of Lord of the Rings encyclopedias, atlases, shorts stories, porn mags, and elven dialect guides. I had truly made the treacherous trek to Mount Doom, submitting my health and sanity to a rigorous marathon of video overload, several trans-fat feasts, and multiple cheap beers (“They come in pints? I’m getting one!”). It was at that point, teetering on the brink of cracks of doom without an ambiguously gay hobbit gardiner to assist me that a revelation came to me.
Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the secret of the ooze, or just maybe it was Tolkien’s ghost stretching across the decades to reward one of his faithful apostles, but whatever the source there was no doubt what had happened, I was standing in the sacred glen before the fluttering form of Galadriel, who smiled at me and asked me if I was thirsty.
I wasn’t used to a chick buying me a drink and certainly not an all-powerful elven lady at that, so I hesitated. Like any warm blooded heterosexual male, I had my 3.8 seconds of recurring naughtiness, to which Galadriel said, “I know what it is you saw, for it is also in my mind.”

Thinking I’d hit the fantasy boy’s fantasy, I ran over to her well and gulped down a swig of that water from her silver pitcher. Smiling like Ralphie with my trusty Red Rider, I was full on ready to show this chick a real ring bearer, but that’s when things got hairy. For those of age, I am by no means a light weight when it comes to holding my drink, but my precious was that elvish brew true. Galadriel laughed, my eyes came unfocused, and I started to really see things. Her voice echoed telepathically in my mind,”You will see many things: things that were, things that are, and some things that have not yet come to pass.”
I began to see the apex of my existence… overweight, hordes of MTG cards, three computers running games simultaneously, a thick library, and a leaf-covered Galadriel…. my mind flitted to something else, Elijah Wood, wearing tights, playing racquetball, with a donkey…. Richard Garfield running for president…. Kevin Costner starring in Waterworld VII: Return to the Sea…
Galadriel snapped, screaming aloud, “Some things you see shall never come to pass!”
“Thank god,” I muttered, feeling withdrawal symptoms on my shaking, pale skin as images of Costner in water logged leather remained in my mind. “But what about those leaves?”
Those were the last words I remembered as my mind became unhinged and I felt nauseous. I tried to find a Wawa bathroom to clean up in, but to no avail. The potent Elvish Kool-aid continued to leave me drunk on randomness, which I will vomit forth into this blog once my over used brain can sort through the mass of visions I have seen. For now, enjoy your casual existence away from those elves and stay away from Camelot for it is a silly place, but know soon that my words will ring once more with visions beyond your wildest Tolkien dreams…….

To be continued….

































