Oh, gosh, I almost forgot.

The geek-fu is raging out of control. I brought the rental car back to Avis today at LAX (does the airport have an actual name, or is it just "Los Angeles International", or what? EVERYONE uses the three-letter code for it). I missed the first shuttle bus from Avis to the terminals because I was cleaning my stuff out of the car, so I had to scramble for the second. At the last moment I opted to shove my RCMP baseball cap into my backpack and wear my Aussie hat instead.

Which is probably good, because I was on a bus with a Mexican-accented driver, a New Yorker passenger... and four Francophone Quebecois who all asked to be delivered to the Air Canada terminal.

I'm going to wake up one of these mornings and I'll be inside a practical joke I saw on TV once, I just know it.

ME: Hmmm hmm hmmm, driving is fun... what's this, a roadblock?. . . noooo, it's . . . wait, Customs?
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: Documents, s'il vous plait.
ME: o.O
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: (bored tone) Mam'selle, apparently you have not had had your radio on this morning. They moved the border this morning. *hands over newspaper page, showing VERY strange map of North American continent*
ME: Whaaaa?
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: Welcome to Canada, mam'selle.
ME: But I'm in New Jersey!
CUSTOMS OFFICIAL: Well, you were, but that was about two metres ago. Proof of citizenship, please?

So. Not. Right.

And we are not talking about the froggy looking Gollum from the Hobbit animated movie, either, which might have been semi-cute as a plush. no, no, here we are talking the Peter Jackson Gollum, which looks, in its plush incarnation, like something that got miscarried around the sixth or seventh month of pregnancy.

http://www.comicsinfinity.com/detail.asp?PRODUCT_ID=TLGOLL12P

Yeuch. Did I mention it talks?

*small choking noise of glee*

Look, mommy! It's the perfect reference book for my part in the LXG 1936 game!


I'd put it on my Amazon wish list, but there was a used copy for sale for $8, so I've already bought it. I'm going to go knit now.