- Frodo – “No, I feel fine. Didn’t hurt a bit.”
- Orcs – “Nah, lets have a hobbit tea party today and be nice to them all.”
- Gollum – “Nah, keep the ring, my dear Baggins. I found a better one in a yule cracker.”
- Female healer - "Here's a sponge Frodo - wash yourself."
- Elrond – “Yes, you’re right, purple is really NOT my colour.”
- Frodo – “Bring it on – I can take it!”
- Legolas – “Do you think my bum looks big in this?”
- Female healer – “No, I don’t think Frodo really needs a bath.”
- Frodo – “No, give me the really BIG axe.”
- Female healer – “No, I can take care of this injury with out taking Frodo’s clothes off.”
- Elrond – “No, Frodo will be fine. Now, who wants to hear some really good jokes?”
- Frodo – “I will save you Aragorn!”
- Pippin cheerfully – “So, he is going to live then?”
- Female healer - "Oh, just stick a plaster on it."
- Sam (muttering) – “Sam, do this. Sam, fetch that. Sam, cook my breakfast. Sam, carry me. Bl**dy useless upperclass twit.”
- Frodo – “Hey everyone, I went a whole day with out falling over!”
- Farmer Maggot – “No, go ahead young hobbit, take all the mushrooms you like.”
- Aragorn – “Here’s a sword Frodo, take care of yourself.”
- Bilbo - "Oh Frodo, just take an asprin and stop acting like a wimp."
- Frodo - "I hate strawberry bubble bath."
31 August 2002
Reposted with permission from a Frodo list
as posted by Angie, dialogue that one would never read on a Frodo hurt/comfort list:
30 August 2002
Friday Five
1. What's your favorite piece of clothing that you currently own?
It's a sort-of twinset, I suppose. A silky rayon tank top with matching long, mostly-cotton blazer with cutwork, in a sort of dusty rose with a hint of a blue undertone. The color is good on me, I like the style, and thanks to the layers, it's good for most temperatures from 60 to 90.
2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire?
I used to have a pair of canvas jeans, that I could dress up or down. Wore those out. I'd like something like that again, and khaki's (at least the ones I have) just don't quite make it.
3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why?
My huge and almost-untouched collection of skating t-shirts and sweatshirts. I was the same way about my 30-year-old collection of Manilow t-shirts, but rats made a nest in that box when it was in storage, so those are gone now.
4. What piece of clothing do you look your best in?
Well, that varies on my mood, my makeup, and my weight. I have a sleeveless black crepe dress that I adore, and another one in lavender that I recently wore in San Francisco and was fairly pleased with the result.
5. What has been your biggest fashion accident?
Probably my hair. I just refuse to do anything with it, and at my age, I really need more of a "hairdo" than a "wash and go".
It's a sort-of twinset, I suppose. A silky rayon tank top with matching long, mostly-cotton blazer with cutwork, in a sort of dusty rose with a hint of a blue undertone. The color is good on me, I like the style, and thanks to the layers, it's good for most temperatures from 60 to 90.
2. What piece of clothing do you most want to acquire?
I used to have a pair of canvas jeans, that I could dress up or down. Wore those out. I'd like something like that again, and khaki's (at least the ones I have) just don't quite make it.
3. What piece of clothing can you not bring yourself to get rid of? Why?
My huge and almost-untouched collection of skating t-shirts and sweatshirts. I was the same way about my 30-year-old collection of Manilow t-shirts, but rats made a nest in that box when it was in storage, so those are gone now.
4. What piece of clothing do you look your best in?
Well, that varies on my mood, my makeup, and my weight. I have a sleeveless black crepe dress that I adore, and another one in lavender that I recently wore in San Francisco and was fairly pleased with the result.
5. What has been your biggest fashion accident?
Probably my hair. I just refuse to do anything with it, and at my age, I really need more of a "hairdo" than a "wash and go".
29 August 2002
Be very afraid...
Yet MORE new icons on my site, including the one at the left. For those of you who loved the Orlijah leap, I give you the Frodalf... Gando... oh, well, a wizard and his hobbit.
I was ogling this in Borders--of course, a Legolas standee was holding it...
and Amazon has a good price, and has lowered their minimum for free shipping, so it would ship free! If you want it, and use my photo link, I get a commission, too (nudge, nudge, wink, wink).
Relational psychology test (gacked from Housemouse, who got it from Darkie)
Make sure you list your first and immediate response. Don't give it too much thought.
1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. Who are you walking with?
2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?
3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe its size.
5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
6. You enter the house. You walk to the dining area and see the dining room table. Describe what you see on AND around the table.
7. You exit the house through the back door. Lying in the grass is a cup. What material is the cup made of?
8. What do you do with the cup?
9. You walk to the edge of the property, where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What type of body of water is it?
10. How will you cross the water?
IMPORTANT: Don't read the next part until you've answered the questions I think I'll do mine up as a separate entry, and backdate it so it shows up on the page UNDER this entry rather than ABOVE it.
This has been a relational psychology test. The answers given to the questions have been shown to have a relevance to values and ideals that we hold in our personal lives. The analysis follows:
1. The person who you are walking with is the most important person in your life.
2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems.
3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems. (passive/aggressive)
4. The size of your dream house is representative of the size of your ambition to resolve your problems.
5. No fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not to drop by unannounced.
6. If your answer did not include food, people, or flowers, then you are generally unhappy.
7. The durability of the material with which the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship with the person named in number 1. For example, styrofoam, plastic, and paper are all disposable, styrofoam, paper and glass are not durable, and metal and plastic are durable.
8. Your disposition of the cup is representative of your attitude towards the person in number 1.
9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.
10. How wet you get in crossing the water is indicative of the relative importance of your sex life.
1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. Who are you walking with?
2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?
3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe its size.
5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
6. You enter the house. You walk to the dining area and see the dining room table. Describe what you see on AND around the table.
7. You exit the house through the back door. Lying in the grass is a cup. What material is the cup made of?
8. What do you do with the cup?
9. You walk to the edge of the property, where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What type of body of water is it?
10. How will you cross the water?
IMPORTANT: Don't read the next part until you've answered the questions I think I'll do mine up as a separate entry, and backdate it so it shows up on the page UNDER this entry rather than ABOVE it.
This has been a relational psychology test. The answers given to the questions have been shown to have a relevance to values and ideals that we hold in our personal lives. The analysis follows:
1. The person who you are walking with is the most important person in your life.
2. The size of the animal is representative of your perception of the size of your problems.
3. The severity of the interaction you have with the animal is representative of how you deal with your problems. (passive/aggressive)
4. The size of your dream house is representative of the size of your ambition to resolve your problems.
5. No fence is indicative of an open personality. People are welcome at all times. The presence of a fence indicates a closed personality. You'd prefer people not to drop by unannounced.
6. If your answer did not include food, people, or flowers, then you are generally unhappy.
7. The durability of the material with which the cup is made of is representative of the perceived durability of your relationship with the person named in number 1. For example, styrofoam, plastic, and paper are all disposable, styrofoam, paper and glass are not durable, and metal and plastic are durable.
8. Your disposition of the cup is representative of your attitude towards the person in number 1.
9. The size of the body of water is representative of the size of your sexual desire.
10. How wet you get in crossing the water is indicative of the relative importance of your sex life.
28 August 2002
My answers
1. You are not alone. You are walking in the woods. Who are you walking with?
Strangely enough, the Fellowship (and Haldir). Yes, that's what immediately came to mind--most particularly Frodo and Aragorn and Haldir. Officially obsessed (tm).
2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?
A deer, specifically a doe.
3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
She's hesitant at first, but I don't move and eventually she goes about her business of grazing. I just watch her until she eventually wanders off.
4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe its size.
My *real* dream house is much larger, but the one I picture for myself in a clearing in the woods is much smaller, more of a cabin than a house, with just basically one room with cooking and sleeping areas divided off from the main living area.
5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
Not this particular one.
6. You enter the house. You walk to the dining area and see the dining room table. Describe what you see on AND around the table.
I'm not actually big on dining areas. Since you're telling me I see it, it has a lacy runner down the center with some small ceramic items (maybe a vase or two, an empty carafe) and a salt and pepper shaker. There are stacks of other "works in progress" covering much of it, and at least one chair is pulled out and piled with "stuff."
7. You exit the house through the back door. Lying in the grass is a cup. What material is the cup made of?
Tin. I think it came from the well.
8. What do you do with the cup?
Pick it up and, if it's from the well, put it there. Otherwise I probably put it outside the door until I next go in that way.
9. You walk to the edge of the property, where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What type of body of water is it?
A small spring, with not terribly clear-cut borders, which is deeper or shallower depending on recent rainfall.
10. How will you cross the water? Usually can just cross it using boulders, but if it's particularly deep or muddy that day, I'd walk to the nearest good crossing point.
Strangely enough, the Fellowship (and Haldir). Yes, that's what immediately came to mind--most particularly Frodo and Aragorn and Haldir. Officially obsessed (tm).
2. You are walking in the woods. You see an animal. What kind of animal is it?
A deer, specifically a doe.
3. What interaction takes place between you and the animal?
She's hesitant at first, but I don't move and eventually she goes about her business of grazing. I just watch her until she eventually wanders off.
4. You walk deeper in the woods. You enter a clearing and before you is your dream house. Describe its size.
My *real* dream house is much larger, but the one I picture for myself in a clearing in the woods is much smaller, more of a cabin than a house, with just basically one room with cooking and sleeping areas divided off from the main living area.
5. Is your dream house surrounded by a fence?
Not this particular one.
6. You enter the house. You walk to the dining area and see the dining room table. Describe what you see on AND around the table.
I'm not actually big on dining areas. Since you're telling me I see it, it has a lacy runner down the center with some small ceramic items (maybe a vase or two, an empty carafe) and a salt and pepper shaker. There are stacks of other "works in progress" covering much of it, and at least one chair is pulled out and piled with "stuff."
7. You exit the house through the back door. Lying in the grass is a cup. What material is the cup made of?
Tin. I think it came from the well.
8. What do you do with the cup?
Pick it up and, if it's from the well, put it there. Otherwise I probably put it outside the door until I next go in that way.
9. You walk to the edge of the property, where you find yourself standing at the edge of a body of water. What type of body of water is it?
A small spring, with not terribly clear-cut borders, which is deeper or shallower depending on recent rainfall.
10. How will you cross the water? Usually can just cross it using boulders, but if it's particularly deep or muddy that day, I'd walk to the nearest good crossing point.
A LOTR site I hadn't visited before...
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27 August 2002
Rings-Thing
Assuming I ever manage to do Rings-Thing today at all (it's not looking good at the moment), it will be in my LiveJournal--first link under the photo of Ian and Lij at the right.
Writing rules to live by
- Always avoid overuse of alliteration.
- A preposition is not a word to end a sentence with.
- Avoid clichés like the plague. (They're old hat.)
- Comparisons are as bad as clichés.
- Avoid ampersands & abbreviations, etc.
- Parenthetical remarks (however relevant) are not recommended.
- Remember to never split an infinitive.
- Contractions aren't necessary.
- Foreign words and phrases are not apropos.
- One should never generalize.
- Take care to use apostrophe's correctly.
- Eliminate quotations. As Ralph Waldo Emerson once said: "I hate quotations. Tell me what you know."
- Employ the vernacular and eschew obfuscation. (While a transcendent lexis is laudable, one must, nevertheless, maintain incessant surveillance against such loquacious, effusive and voluble verbosity that the calculated objective of communication becomes ensconced in obscurity.)
- Don't use more use words than necessary, generating redundancy; it's highly superfluous.
- Most of the time, it pays to be more or less specific.
- The passive voice is to be avoided.
- Even if a mixed metaphor sings, it should be hunted down and liquidated.
- Who needs rhetorical questions?
- In a sentence, the verbs has to agree with their subjects.
- Don't use no double negatives.
- In writing, few things are, so to speak, more infuriating, than,say,commas, at least when there are too many of them, or when they should be, say, semicolons.
- Proofread your work to make sure you don't leave some out.
- Run-on sentences are really bad because they are hard for the reader to follow and what you really should be doing is using commas and semicolons and maybe even full-stops to break the sentence up into more digestible chunks.
- About sentence fragments. Writing carefully, these and dangling participles can be avoided.
26 August 2002
23 August 2002
Playing Shakespeare
I found my copies of the broadcasts, and wanted the pro tapes. Well, the tapes (if available, which they aren't currently) are over $900, for 11 tapes of just under an hour each. Assuming they turn up anywhere as pro tapes (rather than copies), anyone want to go in with me on them? I'd gladly go up to a couple hundred dollars myself. My copies are horrendous--we got it on WYCC Channel 20, on which I got terrible reception. Parts of my tapes are pretty much unwatchable (but not, luckily, unlistenable).
Who's in it, you may ask? Directed by John Barton, including: Peggy Ashcroft, Tony Church, Sinead Cusack, Judi Dench, Susan Fleetwood, Mike Gwilym, Sheila Hancock, Lisa Harrow, Alan Howard, Ben Kingsley, Jane Lapotaire, Barbara Leigh-Hunt, Ian McKellen, Richard Pasco, Michael Pennington, Roger Rees, Norman Rodway, Donald Sinden, Patrick Stewart, David Suchet and Michael Williams
Who's in it, you may ask? Directed by John Barton, including: Peggy Ashcroft, Tony Church, Sinead Cusack, Judi Dench, Susan Fleetwood, Mike Gwilym, Sheila Hancock, Lisa Harrow, Alan Howard, Ben Kingsley, Jane Lapotaire, Barbara Leigh-Hunt, Ian McKellen, Richard Pasco, Michael Pennington, Roger Rees, Norman Rodway, Donald Sinden, Patrick Stewart, David Suchet and Michael Williams
Fanfic survey gacked from Torch
1. What fandoms have you written in?
Pretty damn short list, for me. Published fanfic: only Blake's 7. Unpublished and/or unfinished: Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, SeaQuest, Robin of Sherwood. And Duran Duran, sort of.
2. Which fandom(s) do you think are your strongest? Why?
Blake's 7. I felt like I knew it backwards and forwards. And I certainly understood the characters.
3. Which fandom(s) do you think you're not as strong in? Why?
LOTR - not a Tolkien expert, by any means, nor do I want to be.
4. What fandom(s) do you wish you could write in? Why?
I'd love to be writing LOTR *right now*, not just playing around with it. And maybe Highlander (I love Methos, Richie, Joe, and Amanda). Or Buffy.
5. In your opinion (as opposed to what you get told in feedback) what are your strengths as a writer?
Only wrote one really good story, and its strength was its characters. The plot was OK, but secondary. The dialogue was pretty good for me (that's not generally my strength), but that's because I knew the two main characters' speech patterns pretty well.
6. In your opinion, what are your weaknesses?
Finishing anything! And showing, not telling. And dialogue. And description.
7. Have you ever gotten feedback about either your strengths or weaknesses that you disagreed with?
Not that I can recall. Or, wait. Was a co-writer of one humourous story that got negative feedback because the dumb reader didn't *get* that it was funny. Now, I'd assume that we just didn't carry off the humour, only everyone *else* seemed to get it...
8. Overall, what's the worst piece you've ever written? (Meaning you look back on it now and cringe, not a piece you deliberately wrote to be badfic)
Published? I don't publish it if I don't think it will hold up--that's why I've had only 4 pieces published. Unpublished? I suppose the several Doctor Who pieces I began but discarded. Possibly the Robin of Sherwood, but I thought it had real potential.
9. Overall, what's the story(ies) that you're proudest of?
Strangely enough, the title just left my head (dealing with a migraine today). It was my first published B7 piece, that won an award at a con in the UK. Servalan piece, with "Phoenix" in the title. Wait... Shattered Phoenix?
Pretty damn short list, for me. Published fanfic: only Blake's 7. Unpublished and/or unfinished: Lord of the Rings, Doctor Who, SeaQuest, Robin of Sherwood. And Duran Duran, sort of.
2. Which fandom(s) do you think are your strongest? Why?
Blake's 7. I felt like I knew it backwards and forwards. And I certainly understood the characters.
3. Which fandom(s) do you think you're not as strong in? Why?
LOTR - not a Tolkien expert, by any means, nor do I want to be.
4. What fandom(s) do you wish you could write in? Why?
I'd love to be writing LOTR *right now*, not just playing around with it. And maybe Highlander (I love Methos, Richie, Joe, and Amanda). Or Buffy.
5. In your opinion (as opposed to what you get told in feedback) what are your strengths as a writer?
Only wrote one really good story, and its strength was its characters. The plot was OK, but secondary. The dialogue was pretty good for me (that's not generally my strength), but that's because I knew the two main characters' speech patterns pretty well.
6. In your opinion, what are your weaknesses?
Finishing anything! And showing, not telling. And dialogue. And description.
7. Have you ever gotten feedback about either your strengths or weaknesses that you disagreed with?
Not that I can recall. Or, wait. Was a co-writer of one humourous story that got negative feedback because the dumb reader didn't *get* that it was funny. Now, I'd assume that we just didn't carry off the humour, only everyone *else* seemed to get it...
8. Overall, what's the worst piece you've ever written? (Meaning you look back on it now and cringe, not a piece you deliberately wrote to be badfic)
Published? I don't publish it if I don't think it will hold up--that's why I've had only 4 pieces published. Unpublished? I suppose the several Doctor Who pieces I began but discarded. Possibly the Robin of Sherwood, but I thought it had real potential.
9. Overall, what's the story(ies) that you're proudest of?
Strangely enough, the title just left my head (dealing with a migraine today). It was my first published B7 piece, that won an award at a con in the UK. Servalan piece, with "Phoenix" in the title. Wait... Shattered Phoenix?
What Flavour Am I?
 Mmm, I am Lemon Flavoured.I am bitter and twisted. Expect from me acerbic humour and sharp commentary. While I may seem nasty at first, I'm actually quite good company if I like you, so long as you don't mind a bit of cutting to the chase. What Flavour Are You? |
LMFFI: Character Quiz: Eponine
| I'm Eponine! |
|---|
| Spunky, resourceful, and fearless, I don't take a lot of guff from the world, and sometimes I'm kind of freaky. Secretly, though, I just want to be loved in spite of my attitude and my goofy hat. Which Les Miserables Character Are You? |
OR, here's my Mary Sue (Marie-Suzanne) character:
I'm Adorine l'Etoile. I have eyes of piercing amethyst. My hair is a boyishly short titian. I am endowed with fetching cleavage. I am a kindhearted prostitute, recognizeable by my mismatched eyes. I am actually Javert's adopted daugher, but I'm not a Mary Sue because I'm not *really* drop dead gorgeous.
Friday Five
1. What is your current occupation? Is this what you chose to be doing at this point in your life? Why or why not?
I am the supervisor of a call center (basically, that's switchboard, reception, and answering general questions) for a trade association. It's about the 5th major job I've held at this organization over the past 23 years. I didn't so much choose any of this as drift into it. When I started here, in college, it was supposed to be until the Chicago Board of Education offered the NTE in my category (English), so I could get a full-time teaching job. Unfortunately, by the time they did that, it was like 5 years later and I no longer felt like going that route, despite having planned, for the first 22 years of my life, to be a teacher.
I do enjoy my problem-solving role here, and I like the people I work with. I am not, however, crazy about our membership, nor am I happy with the inertia that keeps me here. But with no particular skills beyond spelling and typing, any move would mean a cut in pay, and I already work two jobs to support my "habits."
2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be?
A professional photographer, and occasional writer.
3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices?
My father was trained as a plumber and pipefitter, and while that was blue collar, we didn't want for the necessities when I was growing up. My mother took occasional factory work when I was small, then began working full-time in human resources when she was divorced. She recently retired from her job as crowd control at Wrigley Field.
My parents always told me to go for whatever I wanted. Despite that, I chose a traditional "woman's career" and ended up an a different traditional "woman's job."
4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family?
No, and at my age, neither of them (family or career) is likely to happen.
5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why?
Lots of jobs are easy--no way to tell from the outside what's easy, and often that depends on the individual's temperament. I think being a policeman is the hardest job--not only is it demanding both mentally and physically, but the public is very ambivalent about it. At least if you're a firefighter, you're almost always the good guy.
I am the supervisor of a call center (basically, that's switchboard, reception, and answering general questions) for a trade association. It's about the 5th major job I've held at this organization over the past 23 years. I didn't so much choose any of this as drift into it. When I started here, in college, it was supposed to be until the Chicago Board of Education offered the NTE in my category (English), so I could get a full-time teaching job. Unfortunately, by the time they did that, it was like 5 years later and I no longer felt like going that route, despite having planned, for the first 22 years of my life, to be a teacher.
I do enjoy my problem-solving role here, and I like the people I work with. I am not, however, crazy about our membership, nor am I happy with the inertia that keeps me here. But with no particular skills beyond spelling and typing, any move would mean a cut in pay, and I already work two jobs to support my "habits."
2. If time/talent/money were no object, what would your dream occupation be?
A professional photographer, and occasional writer.
3. What did/do your parents do for a living? Has this had any influence on your career choices?
My father was trained as a plumber and pipefitter, and while that was blue collar, we didn't want for the necessities when I was growing up. My mother took occasional factory work when I was small, then began working full-time in human resources when she was divorced. She recently retired from her job as crowd control at Wrigley Field.
My parents always told me to go for whatever I wanted. Despite that, I chose a traditional "woman's career" and ended up an a different traditional "woman's job."
4. Have you ever had to choose between having a career and having a family?
No, and at my age, neither of them (family or career) is likely to happen.
5. In your opinion, what is the easiest job in the world? What is the hardest? Why?
Lots of jobs are easy--no way to tell from the outside what's easy, and often that depends on the individual's temperament. I think being a policeman is the hardest job--not only is it demanding both mentally and physically, but the public is very ambivalent about it. At least if you're a firefighter, you're almost always the good guy.
22 August 2002
Fellowship of the Ring
You must do your own personalized LOTR here. Mine is:
The Personalised
Lord of the Rings
Book 1 - The Fellowship of the Ring
Many years passed in Sherwood and Lilitho spent his time as all hobbits do: eating and drinking and sleeping. One late afternoon, Lilitho was raised from his bed by a rap at the door. It was an unusually harsh rap by Eminem so Lilitho hurried to see who it was making such a noise.
Lilitho opened the door to a grizzled figure in a tall felt hat. It was Coop the wizard.
Coop, is it really you? cried Lilitho in delight, bordering on disgust.
Do not put on the ring! warned Coop. I was not going to, replied Lilitho.
Coop appeared pale and wan. You are carrying the One Ring. It comes from the land of South Chicago and was created by the hideous evil wanker, the Dark Lord Magneto. It will kill you and suck out your soul.
AAIIEE! said Lilith, I shall give it to you.
Yes, thanks a bunch. But rather you should take it to those who dwell in that magical place, Wellington, NZ. They will know what to do with it, lied Coop. Turning to the window with lightning reflexes Coop thrust his body through it and grasped the sexy little torso of a small hobbit.
Aha! cried Coop as he tried to pull the small creature through the now broken window, How much have you heard?
Nothing at all Mister Coop, except all those things you said.
Dargie, laughed Lilitho as Coop mangled Dargie's sexy little torso, What are you doing?
Begging your pardon Mr. Lilitho sir, I didn't mean any harm by it, whimpered Dargie, I haven't told anyone else and I would dearly love to see Wellington, NZ.
Coop gave Dargie's sexy little torso one last shag and said Then you at least shall accompany Lilitho, as shall Snoo and Jeff who are also outside.
You complete wankerhead, Dargie! laughed Snoo and Jeff unmerrily.
Lilitho, Dargie, Jeff and Snoo began the journey to Wellington, NZ. Coop had to go and speak to the boss wizard, Ted Casablanca and so would meet the hobbits later. He left them with a cautionary warning, Avoid using the road and do not, whatever you do, go anywhere near the barrow downs.
On the barrow downs, the hobbits were looking for shelter from the dark. Let's go in this tomb said Jeff. They all agreed that this was a good idea and got attacked by barrow wights.
Just as the hobbits were about to have their sexy little torsos removed by the undead fiends, a door of light opened out of nowhere and out popped a gaily-dressed man. He began to sing:
I am Tom Bombawankero
You naughty barrow wights
I'll cordwangle-o your nadgers-o
On a cold and frosty night
Twangdillo gorillo brillo padillo
The hobbits all lost consciousness at hearing this glorious song that spoke of the eternal power of nature. They awoke next day in the sunshine. The barrow wights were nowhere to be seen and neither was Tom Bombawankero. Fortunately. Let's get on the road where it's safe said Jeff.
Coop arrived at the tower of Ted Casablanca the White, the boss wizard. There is evil afoot! said Coop, There are tidings of badness and stirrings from South Chicago that cause my sexy little torso to stand on end
So I see, said Ted Casablanca. But enough of such things. I have become evil. Where is the ring? Ted Casablanca parted his robes, For I have become Ted Casablanca OF MANY COLOURS!
What is this? cried Coop, aghast at the naked form of Ted Casablanca beneath his robes.
Oh what a wanker, I forgot to put my many-coloured robes on said Ted Casablanca, quickly replacing his cloak. Now get to your room on top of my tower, and don't come out until you decide to tell me where the ring is
I hope the hobbits are alright thought Coop. Just as long as they've avoided the road
On the road, the hobbits were hiding from a dark rider. It was one of the dark homophobic fanboys from South Chicago. Do not put on the ring warned Snoo. I was not going to said Lilitho and the black rider buggered off.
Soon the hobbits arrived at the shaging wanker, an Inn for travellers such as themselves. Lilitho signed his name as Mr Not-Lilitho to avoid being recognised.
Greetings Lilitho said a hooded man in the corner of the Inn. I am called wankerer by folk, but I am also known as Ravenagorn, son of Ravenathorn. You can call me Raven. I have come to protect you. No evil doers may avoid my sword-that-was-broken! and he pulled out a stump of a sword, If they get close enough.
Dargie said How do we know we can trust this wankerer, Mr Lilitho? I mean Not-Lilitho.
I think that servants of Magneto would seem fairer and feel like more of a wanker said Lilitho. Whereas I feel fairer but look like a wanker! laughed Raven. Yes said Lilitho. Oh. said Raven.
Raven led the way to Wellington, NZ. On the way the companions heard a sound of hooves, a tinkling of bells, and the refrain of Dancing Queen by Abba, sung by a gay and jolly voice. Ah! called Raven, It is Dom the elf.
Raven coo-ee. said Dom as he flounced off his horse and the two friends hugged for more time than was strictly necessary.
Dom began to impart his news, Ooh, let me tell you, you wouldn't belieeeeve it. Those naughty homophobic fanboys are on your trail. What a pullava! Oh no, here they come. And he was right, for in the distance the forms of the nine homophobic fanboys were bearing down on them.
Fly, Lilitho, fly said Dom, Or better still, get on my horse and ride. Ooh what a bitch. And don't put on the ring.
Lilitho leapt onto Dom's pink horse. My horse is fleet of fetlock. They will not catch you. cried Dom as the homophobic fanboys caught up to Lilitho and stabbed him.
Sorely wounded, Lilitho escaped the clutches of the homophobic fanboys and spurred his horse on to the ford. He reached it and crossed, but had to stop, exhausted. The homophobic fanboys watched from the other side of the river. Come back, come back, to South Chicago we will take you. called the homophobic fanboys with grim voices. Your sexy little torso, your sexy little torso, we will shag it with a poker. Oh, and give us the ring.
You shall have neither the ring nor my sexy little torso screamed Lilitho as he fell off the horse. Nothing can stop us now except the very river rising up against us said the unlucky homophobic fanboys as they crossed the river which then rose up against them and swept them away like homophobic fanboys-shaped leaves in a river.
Lilitho woke up in Wellington, NZ's intensive care to see a familiar face smiling down on him. Coop, is it you? he murmured. Indeed it is, wankerish one. replied Coop kindly. You have been healed by the elves of Wellington, NZ said Coop and went on to describe what had befallen him since last they met. But how did you get away from the tower of Ted Casablanca? asked Lilitho. I escaped explained Coop inadequately. Also I went to look for that pathetic creature Stuart Townsend. It was he who first held the ring and was corrupted into the weasely little wankerer that told the evil Magneto of its location and e'en now seeks it again.
It was a pity said Lilitho, that the little runt Stuart Townsend was not slain earlier. Coop sucked on his pipe for a few moments and concluded Yes it was indeed a pity. Stuart Townsend is a worthless shit.
At the Council of Wellington, NZ the free peoples of Middle Earth gathered together to decide what should be done.
A tall man of the south called Ragapuffin spoke up. You should give the ring to me and I will become ruler of the world. Did I say that out loud? and he sat down sheepishly.
A short stumpy dwarf called babycakes said You must destroy this weapon of Magneto and he set about whacking it with his axe, which was a bit inconvenient for Lilitho as he was wearing it round his neck at the time. Stop this foolishness said Coop. Magneto has heard of hobbits and Sherwood at last and wants the ring back. But it will corrupt any of us who wield it. We must destroy it in the fires of Mount wanker in South Chicago where it was created. There shall be nine of us on this dire mission, to match the nine homophobic fanboys who ride. These nine shall be myself, Lilitho for the hobbit folk, Raven and Ragapuffin for the men, babycakes for the stout dwarves, Dom for the girly elves and Dargie, Jeff and Snoo for cannon fodder.
And so the stout band began their perilous journey to South Chicago. They tried to cross the mountains but it was a bit snowy so they turned back. Raven said Magneto's sexy little torso has grown long indeed if He can throw snow at us all the way from South Chicago. Coop agreed, His sexy little torso has grown long. We cannot go this way, we must go another way. A way that I have walked before but the memory of it is evil.
What way did you walk? asked Jeff Was it worse than the way you walk now? Coop set Jeff's sexy little torso on fire and continued, We must go through Moria, the abandoned Kingdom of the Dwarves!
I will not go through Moria gnashed Ragapuffin, What does the ringbearer say? Lilitho thought for a moment, We should go through Moria he said. Who gives a wanker what you think? Give me the ring and I shall destroy all before me and become King of the World! Kneel down before Ragapuffin, HAHAHAHAAAAA! Coop began to have doubts as to the wisdom of bringing Ragapuffin along.
At the doors of Moria was a sign. It read Speak wanker and enter. Hmm hmmed Coop, But what to speak? Raven ponced up to the door, Aside gnarled one. I have reforged my sword-that-was-broken. It has been mended anew. No mere door shall stay my sorcerous blade, wielded by my awesome sinews. I shall smite it thus! And thus! And... oh no I've broken it again. And he began to cry. You are an utter wanker, Raven said Coop. At that the doors opened.
All you had to do was speak the word wanker and it would open said babycakes. That figures said Dom gaily, You Dwarves are a bunch of wankers.
The fellowship entered the dark empty halls of Moria. Be very, very quiet commanded Coop No Jeff, don't juggle next to the well/burglar alarm! But it was too late as Jeff dropped his juggling balls and unicycle down the well. You wanker of a Jeff! said Coop, kicking him in the sexy little torso.
We must be swift, intoned Coop as the knob on the end of his staff began to glow, Follow me and my glowing knob. Did I say something funny Snoo? Right, I will lead you from danger into the light. he said, walking into a room full of orcs. Oops! said Coop.
We must run from this place, cried Coop, turning to see the rest of the fellowship disappearing into the distance. Coop ran after them.
Hotly pursued, they reached a great stone bridge over a mighty chasm. The horde of orcs stopped. Raven, who was hiding behind Dom's prancing form, strode out. Ha ha! They are afraid. Afraid of Ravenagorn and his sword-that-is-knackered! See how they cower before my manly chin.
Then a most monstrously hideous creature with a disgustingly awful visage, leapt over the thronging throng of orcs. It filled the cavern with its loathsome bulk, its unwholesome face contorted in a rictus of bestial rage. Raven wet himself.
AAIIEE! mentioned Dom. A Bob the cave trollrog is coming. We are all going to DIEEEEEE!
This is a foe beyond all of you. said Coop, Fly you wankers, fly! Coop turned to see that again, the fellowship had already hopped it. As the pig-ugly Bob the cave trollrog smashed Coop through the bridge and into the abyss, Coop thought bitterly Actually I could have done with a bit of help.
About a mile from Moria, the fellowship stopped running. Raven was hysterical. They're going to get us and cut our sexy little torsos off. I'm too beautiful to die.
Dom minced forward. Tell you what. The Elven forest of Lorien is near here. We could stay there until things blow over. They're a lovely bunch of boys.
That is not what we say in Gondor. growled Ragapuffin. Then you are wankers in Gondor. said Raven, I've spent many a gay night in the company of the Elves. No one sought to challenge him on that.
In Lorien, the fellowship were made very welcome and were given magical pastel-coloured cloaks with lovingly sewn-on sequins and black leather SS caps to stave off the cold in the coming quest. Lilitho was asked to come before Lijah, lovely Queen of the Elves. She was beauteous indeed. The very sight of her caused Lilitho's sexy little torso to swell.
Greetings, my lttle Lilitho. said Lijah, I have a gift for you. And she gave Lilitho a most-favorite CD.
Thank you, my lady Lijah. said Lilitho when he got his breath back. Whenever I am cold and lonely, the thought of that most-favorite CD will sustain me.
The fellowship left the glitterball-infested forest of Lorien. Oh dear said Dargie, Are we going to that 'orrible South Chicago place Mr Lilitho? Lilitho considered a moment and said I need to think about this by myself. I will go up on that hill to think alone on my own without anyone else.
I will go with you. said Ragapuffin.
On the hill, Lilitho was in deep thought. Then Ragapuffin appeared. Give the ring to me Lilitho and I will use it to be King of the Universe, get loads of money, girls and drugs, get shit-faced every night and destroy utterly, anyone who gets in my way he said. I'm sorry Ragapuffin but I can't help but think you might misuse it, replied Lilitho. That does it. yelled Ragapuffin, unsheathing his sword, I'm going to slice your sexy little torso off. Lilitho became alarmed at this and put on the ring. He disappeared from sight.
What have I done? cried Ragapuffin. Lilitho, you have misunderstood me. Come back! Then Raven appeared, What has happened here? he asked. Nothing, honest. said Ragapuffin. May I be shot full of arrows if I'm not telling the truth.
Thus ends Book One of the Lord of the Rings
The Personalised
Lord of the Rings
Book 1 - The Fellowship of the Ring
Many years passed in Sherwood and Lilitho spent his time as all hobbits do: eating and drinking and sleeping. One late afternoon, Lilitho was raised from his bed by a rap at the door. It was an unusually harsh rap by Eminem so Lilitho hurried to see who it was making such a noise.
Lilitho opened the door to a grizzled figure in a tall felt hat. It was Coop the wizard.
Coop, is it really you? cried Lilitho in delight, bordering on disgust.
Do not put on the ring! warned Coop. I was not going to, replied Lilitho.
Coop appeared pale and wan. You are carrying the One Ring. It comes from the land of South Chicago and was created by the hideous evil wanker, the Dark Lord Magneto. It will kill you and suck out your soul.
AAIIEE! said Lilith, I shall give it to you.
Yes, thanks a bunch. But rather you should take it to those who dwell in that magical place, Wellington, NZ. They will know what to do with it, lied Coop. Turning to the window with lightning reflexes Coop thrust his body through it and grasped the sexy little torso of a small hobbit.
Aha! cried Coop as he tried to pull the small creature through the now broken window, How much have you heard?
Nothing at all Mister Coop, except all those things you said.
Dargie, laughed Lilitho as Coop mangled Dargie's sexy little torso, What are you doing?
Begging your pardon Mr. Lilitho sir, I didn't mean any harm by it, whimpered Dargie, I haven't told anyone else and I would dearly love to see Wellington, NZ.
Coop gave Dargie's sexy little torso one last shag and said Then you at least shall accompany Lilitho, as shall Snoo and Jeff who are also outside.
You complete wankerhead, Dargie! laughed Snoo and Jeff unmerrily.
Lilitho, Dargie, Jeff and Snoo began the journey to Wellington, NZ. Coop had to go and speak to the boss wizard, Ted Casablanca and so would meet the hobbits later. He left them with a cautionary warning, Avoid using the road and do not, whatever you do, go anywhere near the barrow downs.
On the barrow downs, the hobbits were looking for shelter from the dark. Let's go in this tomb said Jeff. They all agreed that this was a good idea and got attacked by barrow wights.
Just as the hobbits were about to have their sexy little torsos removed by the undead fiends, a door of light opened out of nowhere and out popped a gaily-dressed man. He began to sing:
I am Tom Bombawankero
You naughty barrow wights
I'll cordwangle-o your nadgers-o
On a cold and frosty night
Twangdillo gorillo brillo padillo
The hobbits all lost consciousness at hearing this glorious song that spoke of the eternal power of nature. They awoke next day in the sunshine. The barrow wights were nowhere to be seen and neither was Tom Bombawankero. Fortunately. Let's get on the road where it's safe said Jeff.
Coop arrived at the tower of Ted Casablanca the White, the boss wizard. There is evil afoot! said Coop, There are tidings of badness and stirrings from South Chicago that cause my sexy little torso to stand on end
So I see, said Ted Casablanca. But enough of such things. I have become evil. Where is the ring? Ted Casablanca parted his robes, For I have become Ted Casablanca OF MANY COLOURS!
What is this? cried Coop, aghast at the naked form of Ted Casablanca beneath his robes.
Oh what a wanker, I forgot to put my many-coloured robes on said Ted Casablanca, quickly replacing his cloak. Now get to your room on top of my tower, and don't come out until you decide to tell me where the ring is
I hope the hobbits are alright thought Coop. Just as long as they've avoided the road
On the road, the hobbits were hiding from a dark rider. It was one of the dark homophobic fanboys from South Chicago. Do not put on the ring warned Snoo. I was not going to said Lilitho and the black rider buggered off.
Soon the hobbits arrived at the shaging wanker, an Inn for travellers such as themselves. Lilitho signed his name as Mr Not-Lilitho to avoid being recognised.
Greetings Lilitho said a hooded man in the corner of the Inn. I am called wankerer by folk, but I am also known as Ravenagorn, son of Ravenathorn. You can call me Raven. I have come to protect you. No evil doers may avoid my sword-that-was-broken! and he pulled out a stump of a sword, If they get close enough.
Dargie said How do we know we can trust this wankerer, Mr Lilitho? I mean Not-Lilitho.
I think that servants of Magneto would seem fairer and feel like more of a wanker said Lilitho. Whereas I feel fairer but look like a wanker! laughed Raven. Yes said Lilitho. Oh. said Raven.
Raven led the way to Wellington, NZ. On the way the companions heard a sound of hooves, a tinkling of bells, and the refrain of Dancing Queen by Abba, sung by a gay and jolly voice. Ah! called Raven, It is Dom the elf.
Raven coo-ee. said Dom as he flounced off his horse and the two friends hugged for more time than was strictly necessary.
Dom began to impart his news, Ooh, let me tell you, you wouldn't belieeeeve it. Those naughty homophobic fanboys are on your trail. What a pullava! Oh no, here they come. And he was right, for in the distance the forms of the nine homophobic fanboys were bearing down on them.
Fly, Lilitho, fly said Dom, Or better still, get on my horse and ride. Ooh what a bitch. And don't put on the ring.
Lilitho leapt onto Dom's pink horse. My horse is fleet of fetlock. They will not catch you. cried Dom as the homophobic fanboys caught up to Lilitho and stabbed him.
Sorely wounded, Lilitho escaped the clutches of the homophobic fanboys and spurred his horse on to the ford. He reached it and crossed, but had to stop, exhausted. The homophobic fanboys watched from the other side of the river. Come back, come back, to South Chicago we will take you. called the homophobic fanboys with grim voices. Your sexy little torso, your sexy little torso, we will shag it with a poker. Oh, and give us the ring.
You shall have neither the ring nor my sexy little torso screamed Lilitho as he fell off the horse. Nothing can stop us now except the very river rising up against us said the unlucky homophobic fanboys as they crossed the river which then rose up against them and swept them away like homophobic fanboys-shaped leaves in a river.
Lilitho woke up in Wellington, NZ's intensive care to see a familiar face smiling down on him. Coop, is it you? he murmured. Indeed it is, wankerish one. replied Coop kindly. You have been healed by the elves of Wellington, NZ said Coop and went on to describe what had befallen him since last they met. But how did you get away from the tower of Ted Casablanca? asked Lilitho. I escaped explained Coop inadequately. Also I went to look for that pathetic creature Stuart Townsend. It was he who first held the ring and was corrupted into the weasely little wankerer that told the evil Magneto of its location and e'en now seeks it again.
It was a pity said Lilitho, that the little runt Stuart Townsend was not slain earlier. Coop sucked on his pipe for a few moments and concluded Yes it was indeed a pity. Stuart Townsend is a worthless shit.
At the Council of Wellington, NZ the free peoples of Middle Earth gathered together to decide what should be done.
A tall man of the south called Ragapuffin spoke up. You should give the ring to me and I will become ruler of the world. Did I say that out loud? and he sat down sheepishly.
A short stumpy dwarf called babycakes said You must destroy this weapon of Magneto and he set about whacking it with his axe, which was a bit inconvenient for Lilitho as he was wearing it round his neck at the time. Stop this foolishness said Coop. Magneto has heard of hobbits and Sherwood at last and wants the ring back. But it will corrupt any of us who wield it. We must destroy it in the fires of Mount wanker in South Chicago where it was created. There shall be nine of us on this dire mission, to match the nine homophobic fanboys who ride. These nine shall be myself, Lilitho for the hobbit folk, Raven and Ragapuffin for the men, babycakes for the stout dwarves, Dom for the girly elves and Dargie, Jeff and Snoo for cannon fodder.
And so the stout band began their perilous journey to South Chicago. They tried to cross the mountains but it was a bit snowy so they turned back. Raven said Magneto's sexy little torso has grown long indeed if He can throw snow at us all the way from South Chicago. Coop agreed, His sexy little torso has grown long. We cannot go this way, we must go another way. A way that I have walked before but the memory of it is evil.
What way did you walk? asked Jeff Was it worse than the way you walk now? Coop set Jeff's sexy little torso on fire and continued, We must go through Moria, the abandoned Kingdom of the Dwarves!
I will not go through Moria gnashed Ragapuffin, What does the ringbearer say? Lilitho thought for a moment, We should go through Moria he said. Who gives a wanker what you think? Give me the ring and I shall destroy all before me and become King of the World! Kneel down before Ragapuffin, HAHAHAHAAAAA! Coop began to have doubts as to the wisdom of bringing Ragapuffin along.
At the doors of Moria was a sign. It read Speak wanker and enter. Hmm hmmed Coop, But what to speak? Raven ponced up to the door, Aside gnarled one. I have reforged my sword-that-was-broken. It has been mended anew. No mere door shall stay my sorcerous blade, wielded by my awesome sinews. I shall smite it thus! And thus! And... oh no I've broken it again. And he began to cry. You are an utter wanker, Raven said Coop. At that the doors opened.
All you had to do was speak the word wanker and it would open said babycakes. That figures said Dom gaily, You Dwarves are a bunch of wankers.
The fellowship entered the dark empty halls of Moria. Be very, very quiet commanded Coop No Jeff, don't juggle next to the well/burglar alarm! But it was too late as Jeff dropped his juggling balls and unicycle down the well. You wanker of a Jeff! said Coop, kicking him in the sexy little torso.
We must be swift, intoned Coop as the knob on the end of his staff began to glow, Follow me and my glowing knob. Did I say something funny Snoo? Right, I will lead you from danger into the light. he said, walking into a room full of orcs. Oops! said Coop.
We must run from this place, cried Coop, turning to see the rest of the fellowship disappearing into the distance. Coop ran after them.
Hotly pursued, they reached a great stone bridge over a mighty chasm. The horde of orcs stopped. Raven, who was hiding behind Dom's prancing form, strode out. Ha ha! They are afraid. Afraid of Ravenagorn and his sword-that-is-knackered! See how they cower before my manly chin.
Then a most monstrously hideous creature with a disgustingly awful visage, leapt over the thronging throng of orcs. It filled the cavern with its loathsome bulk, its unwholesome face contorted in a rictus of bestial rage. Raven wet himself.
AAIIEE! mentioned Dom. A Bob the cave trollrog is coming. We are all going to DIEEEEEE!
This is a foe beyond all of you. said Coop, Fly you wankers, fly! Coop turned to see that again, the fellowship had already hopped it. As the pig-ugly Bob the cave trollrog smashed Coop through the bridge and into the abyss, Coop thought bitterly Actually I could have done with a bit of help.
About a mile from Moria, the fellowship stopped running. Raven was hysterical. They're going to get us and cut our sexy little torsos off. I'm too beautiful to die.
Dom minced forward. Tell you what. The Elven forest of Lorien is near here. We could stay there until things blow over. They're a lovely bunch of boys.
That is not what we say in Gondor. growled Ragapuffin. Then you are wankers in Gondor. said Raven, I've spent many a gay night in the company of the Elves. No one sought to challenge him on that.
In Lorien, the fellowship were made very welcome and were given magical pastel-coloured cloaks with lovingly sewn-on sequins and black leather SS caps to stave off the cold in the coming quest. Lilitho was asked to come before Lijah, lovely Queen of the Elves. She was beauteous indeed. The very sight of her caused Lilitho's sexy little torso to swell.
Greetings, my lttle Lilitho. said Lijah, I have a gift for you. And she gave Lilitho a most-favorite CD.
Thank you, my lady Lijah. said Lilitho when he got his breath back. Whenever I am cold and lonely, the thought of that most-favorite CD will sustain me.
The fellowship left the glitterball-infested forest of Lorien. Oh dear said Dargie, Are we going to that 'orrible South Chicago place Mr Lilitho? Lilitho considered a moment and said I need to think about this by myself. I will go up on that hill to think alone on my own without anyone else.
I will go with you. said Ragapuffin.
On the hill, Lilitho was in deep thought. Then Ragapuffin appeared. Give the ring to me Lilitho and I will use it to be King of the Universe, get loads of money, girls and drugs, get shit-faced every night and destroy utterly, anyone who gets in my way he said. I'm sorry Ragapuffin but I can't help but think you might misuse it, replied Lilitho. That does it. yelled Ragapuffin, unsheathing his sword, I'm going to slice your sexy little torso off. Lilitho became alarmed at this and put on the ring. He disappeared from sight.
What have I done? cried Ragapuffin. Lilitho, you have misunderstood me. Come back! Then Raven appeared, What has happened here? he asked. Nothing, honest. said Ragapuffin. May I be shot full of arrows if I'm not telling the truth.
Thus ends Book One of the Lord of the Rings
21 August 2002
Upgrading my YACCS comments box...
and mulling over the latest in the Domlijah news. Not sure whether any of it IS actually news. Same old observations, still an interpretation. Not sure if this changes anything or not.
20 August 2002
Finally saw "About a Boy" at the Brew and View
What can I say about Hugh Grant in this? I like Hugh anyway, even at the times when he seems to be endlessly playing the same charming British cliche over and over again. But here he is NOT playing that guy, but the evil twin of that guy. Will does *nothing*. Literally. He lives off the royalties of his father's hit single, and spends his days being trendy, shopping, getting his hair done, and dating a continuing succession of women with whom he doesn't form relationships. What makes him different from the type of loser characters we've seen done the same thing is that he *is* the hero of this piece--he knows exactly what he's doing, and can articulate it to us, in brilliant internal monologues that had most of the audience laughing out loud.
The other fantastic performance of this piece is Nicholas Hoult as Marcus, the other "boy" of the title (which could refer to either of the two guys, really). He reminds me a bit of Elijah Wood--round face, dark hair, big eyes, and an acting style that is so believeable and natural that you can never catch him "acting." He projects, simultaneously, both innocence and wisdom, which is no mean feat for an adult actor, let alone a child.
I would definitely recommend seeing this movie, if you can still catch it in the theatre. Otherwise, it should hold up quite well on TV if you have to wait for Pay-per-View.
Hooray for Canada's Royal Bank
GaySports - Games/Olympics
From the article: The Royal Bank, last year, refused to open an account for the "No Committee 2006" saying it believed the committee was violating the human rights of gays and lesbians.
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"The principle of freedom of opinion is one that we wholeheartedly endorse. However, there is a world of difference between having an opinion and inciting discrimination and we will not knowingly enter into a business relationship with an organization whose express purpose is to incite discrimination against minorities, contrary to the principles of the Canadian Human Rights Act."
From the article: The Royal Bank, last year, refused to open an account for the "No Committee 2006" saying it believed the committee was violating the human rights of gays and lesbians.
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"The principle of freedom of opinion is one that we wholeheartedly endorse. However, there is a world of difference between having an opinion and inciting discrimination and we will not knowingly enter into a business relationship with an organization whose express purpose is to incite discrimination against minorities, contrary to the principles of the Canadian Human Rights Act."
Doesn't it figure?
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