Wednesday, July 25, 2007

The Pre Pennsic Funk

My Dearest Cowynne,

Here I sit, looking at the pennsic countdown clock on and for some reason I cannot get excited about the fact that there are only 34 hours and change left before the site opens. Two weeks ago, I was thrilled that time was passing so quickly, but shortly thereafter I suddenly jsut didn't care.

I am sure that you remember that this happens to me every year, but usually much earlier, giving me enough time for it to pass before the event is actually upon me. But this year is different for some reason. Oh well. I will still be there and I am certian that this will be a fabulous year, with all the wonderful changes we have to look forward to. I just can't get geared up for it...Oh well.

Leggs, on the other hand, can hardly contain himself. He returned from the long hunt rejuvinated and ready for some hardcore tree sitting. He has decided that just a personal study of the leaves of Pennsic will not be enough this year, and following the King's lead, will be keeping a journal. He says "No, it will not just be about trees..." but I guess we will have to see. He is so excited that he even helped my father put the belly kitchen cabinets into the truck...granted I had to make it look like I was helping, cause imagine trying to explain that to the neighbors!

Anyway, all that being said, I have a bit more pre pennsic work to do and should get to it. I will see you on Saturday, when I am certain to be in a much better mood.

Your affectionate friend,

P.S. I am glad to hear that you have a plan of action for renewing your relationship with the king. The settlement wishes you all the luck in middle earth that everything can be put to rights.

Thursday, July 19, 2007


My Dearest Kendrah,

Thank you so much for your support in my time of need. I admit things have gotten better since the I watched the season finale. I've had a week or so to process my feelings and I realize that though I am currently infatuated, my deeper feelings for the King have not changed. I think I just got comfortable with the Doctor. I mean, he's been there for me, waiting for me when I got home from work or where ever, almost everyday since November. There were no worries, no trade agreements, no peasants, no Eowyn...just me and the Doctor and the disposable companions. It was comforting, I think, knowing that he cared, when the King seemed indifferent. But I can't blame Aragorn, he has bigger things on his mind than how the drain in my basement has backed up again.

That's the difference I think. No matter how small or insignificant the problem, the Doctor cares. And being a rogue Time Lord, he has more leisure to enjoy the little things in life. It's one of the drawbacks of royalty, we so busy with everyone else's problems, that we have little time to appreciate each other. The King and I started to to take each other for granted, and the Doctor whooshed in and filled the gap.

Aragorn and I are hoping to rekindle the romance at Pennsic this year. We hope that a more relaxed atmosphere will allow us o just be ourselves instead of stressing about appearances. We hope this time away from the White City, paparazzi and DVD players will help us rekindle the passion and romance of the old days.

In other news, the King and I are eagerly awaiting the release of "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows". We are both studiously avoiding spoilers of any kind. We did have a spot of bother with the publisher over the extrareality edition. Aragorn was trying to work out a deal so we could release the Gondorian edition at the same time as the US release, 12:01 tomorrow. Unfortunately, with the heightened security around the book, several of the GPS equipped delivery trucks were unable to cross the reality border ad seem to be held up in a tesseract somewhere. I hope that Faramir and the flock of government copyright attorneys we've assigned to case are able to sort this out in the next 36 hours or there will be some very unhappy kids in the White City.

Well, I must get back to work and sort out my pre college family weekend duties. I won't get home from work until after three on Saturday and have reserved the rest of the evening for HPDH reading. I will be in touch as soon as I can.

Your Affectionate Friend,

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

The TV Boyfriend Experience

My Dearest Corwynne,

I am a little surprised that you have fallen under the spell of a TV boyfriend. It always seemed that you were steadfastly a Movie boyfriend kinda gal. It sort of makes me happy to see that I am not the only one that this can happen to.

I remember all to well the way Leggs reacted to my TV-B. ( I won't lie to you and say that it was good for our relationship, but in the end I don't think it harmed it too much either. I am sure that when this infatuation with the Doctor passes the King will come around.

I am impressed with you choice of boyfriends. I know several people who are also in love with David Tennant Doctor. Luckily they don't have active imaginary worlds so we don't have to worry about him being called away from you to often. I have seen the actor in other shows and can definitly understand the physical appeal. As for the sanctaty of the Doctor, I am pretty sure that I would be in love with Tom Baker Doctor if I hadn't known him when I was a child. Now I simply love him in a fatherly way. I hope that when my Who-athon concludes I won't fall for your TV Boyfriend, cause that would just be weird...we never fall for the same guys.

Anyway, it is not cheap and dirty, (unless you want it to be) and I am sure it will pass. Every one knows that your heart truly lies with the King.

Give my best to those in the White City and keep some for yourself...

Your affectionate friend,

Friday, July 06, 2007

TV Boyfriend Traumas

My Dearest Kendrah,

Before any of those pompous Elves who spy on our correspondence start sniggering, by TV I mean TELEVISION, not TRANSVESTITE. I have not caught the king parading around the bedchamber wearing my unmentionables, claiming to be “Estel”. (Well, not recently anyway).

Anyway, to the problem at hand, I’m afraid I’m falling in love with the Doctor. Doctor who?, you ask? THE Doctor. Drives a TARDIS, Time Lord, regenerates occasionally. You are astounded I know. Shocked even. How can I fall for the Doctor? A character once played by Patrick Troughton! A guy with a mechanical dog! A playboy who jets through space and time with countless female “companions” dumping them randomly when he gets bored! The man who schlepped through seven years wearing a ridiculous floppy hat and oversized scarf! It’s wrong, it’s unnatural, I feel cheap and dirty, but there it is. I love the Doctor!!! (To be fair, I think it has a lot to do with David Tennant. Even when he isn’t being the Doctor he’s charming and has that sexy Scottish accent!)

It makes no difference to the King, however. He is most certainly not amused. He has made it know that actor or Doctor, I’m taking this crush way to far. I suggested that perhaps we invite David Tennant Doctor over for the weekend, just to meet him and get to know him a bit better. The King replied with disparaging remarks about the trouble Jon Pertwee Doctor had with alternate dimensions and brooded darkly on the possibility that the aged TARDIS would have issues making an Inter-Realty jump, because Eru forbid, what if they got STUCK in our reality! He finds this newest Doctor too lax in his duties, more interested in snogging than protecting the space/time continuum. “He’s no Tom Baker Doctor,” the King snorts derisively. He never fails to take the opportunity to remind me of all of the previous Doctors’ quirks and faults.

I just three new disks from Netflix and the King has decided to take a long hunting trip. (perhaps he’ll catch up with Legolas and they can sulk together!) For the time being, I suppose I must continue my unrequited adoration of David Tennant and trust that all will work out for the best.

Well, enough of my rambling. I should stop mooning over a man I can never have and make a precollege schedule or something. Sigh…

Your Affectionate Friend,

PS-it would be wrong to change my name to Romana, wouldn’t it?

PPS-Season three begins on SciFi tonight! Why, oh why do I have the crappy cable?!?!?!