John H., clarifying
The Two Towers;
in case you're confused:
-  There's just one Gollum. Really.
 
-  Faramir and Boromir, despite being brothers, were separated at birth, and went to live in Yorkshireador and Australiador, so that's why they talk so differently.
 
-  The guy on the winged lamprey of doom isn't that smart. He's all "well, hobbit with a ring, yeah, but what are the chances that was the Hobbit with the ring? I won't mention it to Sauron".
 
-  Aragorn only kissed his horse because he thought it was Arwen. Honestly.
 
Hope this helps.
	
 
		
		
From Bureaucracy:
Trudy Booth:  
I'd imagine we could walk the line between "Henry Kissinger is a war criminal" and "YOU are a war criminal". 
billytea  
Hmmm. If Henry Kissinger himself starts posting on these boards, that could leave us in a quandary. 
	
 
		
		
billytea Hmmm. If Henry Kissinger himself starts posting on these boards, that could leave us in a quandary. 
This is more amusing now than it was before...
	
 
		
		
ita:  
Am Chau, it's possible that you're new enough here that you don't understand. 
My devotion to Legolas makes Sam look like a philanderer with intimacy issues. 
Back the hell up off the elf, miss.
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Jess P Moon clarifying Spoiler Lite policy - 
(i.e. "Lessons" is fine to post in public, but "Tara's Ghost Teaches Dawn How To Drive" should be whited out.)
	
 
		
		
Context?  Pshaw.  Plei in Precious - what more do you need?
Okay, the Haldir Lives thong? Wrong on so many levels I stopped counting.
edited to add - ita, unrelated but also in Precious
I just got the geek crown back. 
When asked to explain potential scenarios for infected haematomas without broken skin, I likened the bacteria that live deep in muscle as the Balrog, and my getting bruised as the dwarves mining too deeply. 
I didn't mean to! It was the pain, and perhaps a fever!
	
 
		
		
Noumenon, in Bureaucracy:
the White Font Thread would be totally easy to catch up in.
	
 
		
		
Michele T., in PPO:
t orchestral music begins
[We focus in on SHRIFT, sitting, bent over with toil, at a computer desk. She has a hat on her head and a look of unspeakable sorrow in her heart.] 
[The computer dings] 
SHRIFT (blearily): Wha --- ? 
COMPUTER (tinnily): You have HoYay! 
[Come in closer to SHRIFT, clicking on her screen. Slowly she begins to smile. The orchestral music grows louder and triumphant.] 
SHRIFT: HoYay! 
[SHRIFT jumps out of her chair, pulls off her hat, and throws it in to the air. As the music turns into a celebratory waltz, she dances around the room, spinning and laughing.] 
[FADE OUT] 
Ah. The magic of the movies.