It’s the middle of the freaking winter. I’m finishing my novel, among a million other things, so why not? I need posts, man. I need ’em bad.
When I was a kid I would have thought long and hard about admitting to someone that I loved Tolkien books–Dragons and Wizards and Elves and whatnot weren’t the sort of thing I brought up in the locker room after football practice, you know. But now they’ve got movies that made billions and action figures and internet memes and stuff so…um…oh, yeah: Suck it, it’s Gandalf Week.
He’s like your grandfather, if your grandfather was a demi-god with a magic staff and crazy powers and a really, really wild hat. He’s contemplative, but he’s a man of action. He took the King’s favorite horse and there was nothing the King could do about it. You know you love this guy, and you’ll miss him now that he’s gone.