My Dearest Corwynne,
I greatly enjoyed your telling of the Super Bowl party at your house. It sounds like it must have been great fun. I wish I could have come, but it is always so busy here and in the end, the next few days turned out to be quite trying, so it was good that I got so much done while Leggs was away.
You see, Leggs has been experimenting with cross reality jumping. He comes to reality and will watch a movie and if there is someone he thinks he might like to get to know in it, he will wait until the scene is about to change and he will pop on in and hang out with whoever isn't in the scene that is playing at the time. He found Star Wars was excellent for this since it has obvious scene transitions. It also piqued his interest when Sir Ian mentioned the spies of Star Wars while filming Fellowship.
Anyway, Leggs was watching Star Wars and felt an immediate kinship with Uncle Owen. He will pop in just after Luke whines about Tashie Station and the power converters and then he and Owen hang out until it is time for his next scene. Then Leggs comes home and rewinds the tape to go back at the same point. You see, he has never gotten to the part where Owen dies. He doesn't know.
Well, this might have gone on forever and Leggs may have never found out. But on February 9th Phil Brown died. And I didn't know what to do. Does the off scene character in a movie's personality change once the actor playing him dies? Will the character still be able to hang out with Leggs or is he essentially dead as well. I didn't know and I knew that Leggs would find out eventually and I had to figure a way to warn him. He has been so emotional since the time of the hearth, that I didn't know how he would react.
In the end I just flat out told him when he returned from the party. He took it like a Ranger. And after a short adjustment time he decided to see what had happened to the Owen he knew.
He says that there is a change and that, not only is Owen aware that his character dies in his next scene but he also knows that Phil Brown is dead as well. As it turns out, this incident just gives them more to talk about.
As you once said, "All's well that ends moderately ok."
Your Affectionate Friend,
Kendrah
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Go Stillers!
My Dearest Kendrah,
I had hoped to write sooner, but adoring throngs of fans here in the capitol of Steeler Nation are are causing as many traffic tie-ups on the Trans-Realities Highway as they are on the Ohio Turnpike.
Sunday was quite a day. As you know I was off engaging in heathen ritual Saturday night, so it was up to Aragorn to tidy the apartment. If he wanted to have a Superbowl Party, he had to be responsible for pre-game organizing and post-game clean-up. I was out late Saturday and he was gone when I came home, but the house was respectable. I had to get up early Sunday, and by the time I got out of bed at 7:30, Aragorn and the Sons had coffee made and a cheesy hash-brown thing baking. E & E are the true die-hard football fans and they wanted access to a TV early so they could catch all the pre-game. (Which in Steel City started sometime before dawn!)
I went off to my craft meeting where I practiced doing double crochet and copied out some Old English vocabulary. When I got home about 4:00, the party was in full swig....uh...swing. Elladon had figured out how to work the tap on the keg of ice cold Iron City shortly after I left and the modern mechanics of beer storage were fascinating to all! Gimli had the crockpot out and was making hot wild boar sausages (as expected, they're a bit gamier than the regular Italian kind). Elrohir was frying pierogie and Celeborn was artistically arranging a variety of cheeses on a platter, clutching my bottle of scotch!. Eomer snuck in half a keg of that Rohan ale that makes Leggs's fingers tingle. I think Leggs enjoyed himself, but I suspect all the shouting and Terrible Towel waving got on his nerves after a while.
In fact, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, even though it wasn't a great game. I had to explain "yinz" to Celeborn (subjective pronoun, 2nd person plural). Let me tell you, there are few things more disturbing than a tipsy, silver-haired Elf Lord belting out a chorus of "Here we Go Stillers" or asking the Sons "Yinz ok to drive?" This goes in the therapy journal.
Well, it's Tuesday morning and almost time for the Steeler's welcome home parade. I suspect I have a house full of Dunedain and Elves eating leftovers and watching the live coverage from the Point. Wonder if I can find a webcast here at work...
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
I had hoped to write sooner, but adoring throngs of fans here in the capitol of Steeler Nation are are causing as many traffic tie-ups on the Trans-Realities Highway as they are on the Ohio Turnpike.
Sunday was quite a day. As you know I was off engaging in heathen ritual Saturday night, so it was up to Aragorn to tidy the apartment. If he wanted to have a Superbowl Party, he had to be responsible for pre-game organizing and post-game clean-up. I was out late Saturday and he was gone when I came home, but the house was respectable. I had to get up early Sunday, and by the time I got out of bed at 7:30, Aragorn and the Sons had coffee made and a cheesy hash-brown thing baking. E & E are the true die-hard football fans and they wanted access to a TV early so they could catch all the pre-game. (Which in Steel City started sometime before dawn!)
I went off to my craft meeting where I practiced doing double crochet and copied out some Old English vocabulary. When I got home about 4:00, the party was in full swig....uh...swing. Elladon had figured out how to work the tap on the keg of ice cold Iron City shortly after I left and the modern mechanics of beer storage were fascinating to all! Gimli had the crockpot out and was making hot wild boar sausages (as expected, they're a bit gamier than the regular Italian kind). Elrohir was frying pierogie and Celeborn was artistically arranging a variety of cheeses on a platter, clutching my bottle of scotch!. Eomer snuck in half a keg of that Rohan ale that makes Leggs's fingers tingle. I think Leggs enjoyed himself, but I suspect all the shouting and Terrible Towel waving got on his nerves after a while.
In fact, everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, even though it wasn't a great game. I had to explain "yinz" to Celeborn (subjective pronoun, 2nd person plural). Let me tell you, there are few things more disturbing than a tipsy, silver-haired Elf Lord belting out a chorus of "Here we Go Stillers" or asking the Sons "Yinz ok to drive?" This goes in the therapy journal.
Well, it's Tuesday morning and almost time for the Steeler's welcome home parade. I suspect I have a house full of Dunedain and Elves eating leftovers and watching the live coverage from the Point. Wonder if I can find a webcast here at work...
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Saturday, January 28, 2006
Party Party Party.
My Dearest Corwynne,
It was so very nice to see you this afternoon. I know that you enjoyed the party, but I know you don't know how it came about, which of course is yet another strange story. Elijah obviously knew that his birthday was today and wanted a laid back affair, preferably a garden party. He said that he always wanted to have an outdoor birthday party but being born in January usually put a damper on it. So he asked that he might have the party in the settlement.
Normally this would not have been a problem but with the recent party unpleasantness the elders wanted some assurances. This required us to call Frodo in. He found it to be an interesting challenge to come back from the west so that he could go on one last adventure. He is still at Elijah's reality birthday party, which was set up just so Orlie would not come to the settlement, while our party, as you know, ended several hours ago. Elijah and Samwise have gone off drinking with Billy, Merry and Pippin. Dom and his new fiance are listening to Leggs' speech on the trees at Pennsic, (shouldn't have stopped drinking, eh Dom?)
We expect Frodo back around dawn with quiet wild stories for the sequel to There and Back again: Into the West and on the West Coast. It should prove to be interesting. Much shorter, he only expects it to be 47 chapters. I will be sure to send you a copy.
It was so nice that this time the party was planned in a way that allowed people to be invited. Perhaps Orlie's party would not have been so bad if he had not decorated the dining hall and then just waited for our arrival to yell...."Oh you shouldn't have!!!!" when we assembled for our evening meal. Really quite tacky.
Anyway, it was great to see you again and I hope your trip back to the White City was uneventful.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
It was so very nice to see you this afternoon. I know that you enjoyed the party, but I know you don't know how it came about, which of course is yet another strange story. Elijah obviously knew that his birthday was today and wanted a laid back affair, preferably a garden party. He said that he always wanted to have an outdoor birthday party but being born in January usually put a damper on it. So he asked that he might have the party in the settlement.
Normally this would not have been a problem but with the recent party unpleasantness the elders wanted some assurances. This required us to call Frodo in. He found it to be an interesting challenge to come back from the west so that he could go on one last adventure. He is still at Elijah's reality birthday party, which was set up just so Orlie would not come to the settlement, while our party, as you know, ended several hours ago. Elijah and Samwise have gone off drinking with Billy, Merry and Pippin. Dom and his new fiance are listening to Leggs' speech on the trees at Pennsic, (shouldn't have stopped drinking, eh Dom?)
We expect Frodo back around dawn with quiet wild stories for the sequel to There and Back again: Into the West and on the West Coast. It should prove to be interesting. Much shorter, he only expects it to be 47 chapters. I will be sure to send you a copy.
It was so nice that this time the party was planned in a way that allowed people to be invited. Perhaps Orlie's party would not have been so bad if he had not decorated the dining hall and then just waited for our arrival to yell...."Oh you shouldn't have!!!!" when we assembled for our evening meal. Really quite tacky.
Anyway, it was great to see you again and I hope your trip back to the White City was uneventful.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Kid's today
My Dearest Kendrah,
It was delightful to see you, even if your visit was prompted by the unpleasantness in the Settlement. You would have thought Orlie would have been more considerate after all the trouble he's caused in the past, but what can you expect of movie stars.
To make matters worse, Aragorn has been poutinging because WE weren't invited! He claims he's only annoyed because the party took place in our world and not in reality and that it was only common courtesy to invite the king. He claims he wouldn't have gone anyway, that it's the lack of invitation that galls him, but I think he's a little hurt. Like when Frodo made that crack about Strider not looking "fair" enough to be a servant of the Enemy. Funny how the slightest little comment can stick with you for years.
I hope you found the Settlement in one piece when you returned. I've heard stories about wild Hollywood parties and trashed hotel rooms...and Orlie has been making those films with Johnny Depp. And if Leggs' fingers got to tingling, who knows what might have happened. One minute he's a snooty Elf lord, the next he's tap dancing on an Eldamar antique table and singing "The Man on the Moon Came Down too Soon!" Wait...never mind...that was Celeborn at Faramir's last poker night.
Do take care and keep us updated. Aragorn likes to know when folks from reality are in the world. I think he's doing some research for travel and tourism prospects.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
It was delightful to see you, even if your visit was prompted by the unpleasantness in the Settlement. You would have thought Orlie would have been more considerate after all the trouble he's caused in the past, but what can you expect of movie stars.
To make matters worse, Aragorn has been poutinging because WE weren't invited! He claims he's only annoyed because the party took place in our world and not in reality and that it was only common courtesy to invite the king. He claims he wouldn't have gone anyway, that it's the lack of invitation that galls him, but I think he's a little hurt. Like when Frodo made that crack about Strider not looking "fair" enough to be a servant of the Enemy. Funny how the slightest little comment can stick with you for years.
I hope you found the Settlement in one piece when you returned. I've heard stories about wild Hollywood parties and trashed hotel rooms...and Orlie has been making those films with Johnny Depp. And if Leggs' fingers got to tingling, who knows what might have happened. One minute he's a snooty Elf lord, the next he's tap dancing on an Eldamar antique table and singing "The Man on the Moon Came Down too Soon!" Wait...never mind...that was Celeborn at Faramir's last poker night.
Do take care and keep us updated. Aragorn likes to know when folks from reality are in the world. I think he's doing some research for travel and tourism prospects.
Your Affectionate Friend,
Corwynne
Friday, January 13, 2006
Surprise!
My Dearest Corwynne,
As anyone who has to deal with him on a regular basis knows, today is Orli's birthday. I was actually looking forward to it....well, I was looking forward to getting it over with. At least it would stop all the late night phone calls with the thinly disguised hints for gifts and party ideas. Sadly, things did not go well.
Orli wanted to have a party and have Leggs and myself attend. I explained to him that the paparazzi would have pictures of Leggs and Orli together in the tabloids for weeks. I managed to get him to agree that this would not, in fact, be hysterical. I also explained that some of these pictures might include me. My children have been through enough this year , what with the divorce and newly introduced rules of the cleaning squad, that I managed to get him to understand that having their mother in photos in the tabloids was not a good idea.
Never did it cross my mind that he would resort to planning a surprise party for himself in the settlement! After the small clothes incident, after the formal letter of banning from the council, after Leggs told him what he would do to him if he set foot in the settlement again, I didn't think it was necessary to mention that he couldn't have the party in the settlement.
Anyway, it is still going on. I just thought I would pop over and write to you. Hopefully things will remain as they are, very unpleasant, and everyone will stay alive until the party is over.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
As anyone who has to deal with him on a regular basis knows, today is Orli's birthday. I was actually looking forward to it....well, I was looking forward to getting it over with. At least it would stop all the late night phone calls with the thinly disguised hints for gifts and party ideas. Sadly, things did not go well.
Orli wanted to have a party and have Leggs and myself attend. I explained to him that the paparazzi would have pictures of Leggs and Orli together in the tabloids for weeks. I managed to get him to agree that this would not, in fact, be hysterical. I also explained that some of these pictures might include me. My children have been through enough this year , what with the divorce and newly introduced rules of the cleaning squad, that I managed to get him to understand that having their mother in photos in the tabloids was not a good idea.
Never did it cross my mind that he would resort to planning a surprise party for himself in the settlement! After the small clothes incident, after the formal letter of banning from the council, after Leggs told him what he would do to him if he set foot in the settlement again, I didn't think it was necessary to mention that he couldn't have the party in the settlement.
Anyway, it is still going on. I just thought I would pop over and write to you. Hopefully things will remain as they are, very unpleasant, and everyone will stay alive until the party is over.
Your affectionate friend,
Kendrah
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