Chris is rolling his eyes right about now. Like, epically rolling them. Which is fine with me, because I could certainly name several female characters that would crowd the top of his blog’s “Weakness” category, if he had such a thing. (He doesn’t; his loss, I say.)
For the uninitiated, Thorin Oakenshield is a character of J.R.R. Tolkien’s, who, in the incarnation above, appears in The Hobbit series courtesy of Richard Armitage. I know this version of Thorin isn’t true to the book (there, he was positively ancient), but making a few of the dwarves hot was a brilliant artistic change by Peter Jackson. It’s a good way to rope more women into a fantasy series (okay, and men, too), while also making the lengthy viewing commitment of three movies more appealing. This isn’t to say the films cannot stand on their own, or that I wouldn’t have enjoyed them if all the dwarves actually looked like dwarves; on the contrary, this merely enhances my experience.
“Be daring, be different, be impractical, be anything that will assert integrity of purpose and imaginative vision against the play-it-safers, the creatures of the commonplace, the slaves of the ordinary.”
Stumbling blearily into the bathroom in the morning and discovering a sweet, little sentiment perched on the mirror. It’s not for any reason, aside from the best one: because. I blink for a moment while it registers, then smile back. Occasionally the post-its show up in my car, too: stuck to the rearview mirror, or to the mirror under my sun visor (these can take awhile to notice), or even to the back window, which means I have to get out and remove it before I can drive off. One time there was close to twelve, stuck everywhere inside and outside my car. I’m still not sure I found them all. Regardless, I’m always touched by the depth of thought that can be conveyed in such a simple thing.
(But please, let’s not mention to Chris that this is considered romantic. It might count against his annual quota.)