It all started when I was folding laundry in Norway. Mind you, I *hate* folding laundry, hate it. I have to watch TV while doing it or I’ll die from boredom. So flipping through channels, I stumbled across Lord of The Rings. Or so I thought.

Boromir was there and I kept waiting for Frodo, Sam and the rest of the gang to show up, but they never did. Instead there were these other characters, these twisted characters. One blond jerk told his sister … Read more ...