DXMachina, in Dude, Where's My Precious?:
I agree that fantasy (and SF) worlds must have a set of underlying rules that can't be broken, but I'm not sure that the rules have been broken here. Middle Earth has the same physical laws as this Earth. Water still flows downhill everywhere we see it, and a waterfall acts like a waterfall. Still, it's also been shown in the books that, given enough magical power, some of those physical laws might be nudged a little here and there. If Manwe did have a reason for wanting Boromir's corpse to make it unscathed down the falls, then I suppose it could happen. However improbable, there was already a minute chance that it could make it down intact. Magic can be seen as the ability to make the improbable probable.
It's no more improbable than Gandalf surviving his plunge with the Balrog. How improbable was that?
Aragorn: But I saw you fall.
Gandalf the newly white: Didn't I ever tell you about Balrogs, boy. Balrogs bounce!
From the same post as above:
Shrift:
In my hometown, the bowling alley is the happenin' scene. Social hotspot. It's a dark, smoke-filled skank of a bowling alley where old men are curled protectively around their beer and the women's hairstyles are proof that the '80s are still hanging on by their Lee Press-on Nails.
From Bureaucracy:
Wolfram:
Cool, my first earworm. Take that, Khan.
In Natter:
Sean K.’s theory of Skipple:
Skipple would then be the theory that if you leave any non-zero number of Buffistas alone in Natter, they will generate more posts than you could possibly threadsuck in a lifetime.
And Nutty’s Natter breakdown:
Dude. I have read [east coast] overnights. 150 posts of Kat and Aimee talking about what to have for dinner, followed by a discussion of where they have mislaid Alibelle, and ita waxing joyous about having been beaten up. Interspersed with talk about insomnia, halacha, Australia and/or cute Buffista babies in Germany. And then? Theodosia crows the morning!
In UnAmerican, setting 'em up, knocking 'em down.
Billytea
I've often thought that there should be a single word in Russian (and, for that matter, Ukrainian) that means "Oh crap, here they come again".
Shawn
"Poland."
Edited for location
