Thursday, October 27, 2011

Visit The New Blog for Superfriends Of The Ring

Thanks for visiting September 22: The Baggins Birthday Countdown! 

In a ongoing effort to serve you better, all future posts regarding The Superfriends Of The Ring, The CEO Of The Rings, and The Wobbit A Parody will be posted to:

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I will revive September 22: The Baggins Birthday Countdown in the summer of 2012 as we head towards Bilbo's birthday again. Peter Jackson's film will be hitting the theatres and I'll be ready with my parody! And I'll shower all of you with gifts!

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Friday, October 14, 2011

A Long-Expected Brunch, part 1 (from The Superfriends Of The Ring)


When Mr. Bulbo Bunkins of Bug End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a brunch of special magnificence, no one expected that such a wealthy wobbit would only offer a cash bar.

Bulbo was very rich and very peculiar, and regarded by his neighbors as “queer.” Sixty years earlier he had taken a contract job as a consultant which had, against all odds, won him a fortune. Even more annoying to his neighbors was the fact that he seemed to stop aging. At ninety he was much the same as fifty. At ninety-nine he looked fifty-one. At one-hundred-one he looked forty-nine. At one-hundred one he looked fifty again. At one-hundred-ten people began to say he’s had some work done, but they secretly thought he has a portrait in his basement that ages instead of him. This was ridiculous, because he lived in a basement apartment underneath a beauty salon, and any magic portraits would have to be hidden somewhere else.

“It will have to be paid for,” they said. “He must be using some expensive vitamin therapy for the super-rich, because his diet is horrible and he gets no exercise. Mega-doses aren’t natural, and trouble will come of it!”

But so far, trouble had not come. Although he was cheap by nature, Bulbo had always tipped generously and bribed freely just so his neighbor wobbits would leave him alone. He remained on visiting terms with his relatives (except, of course, the Snackbag-Bunkinses) and was adored by the local riff-raff for his well-publicized but surprisingly rare acts of charity. Like most Dorks (the family on his mother’s side) he had no close friends until his younger cousins were old enough to join him for late nights of role-playing games.

Bilbo’s favorite cousin was young Promo Bunkins. Since the mysterious deaths of his parents, Promo had lived with his cousin, Larry Buckiebrand at Buckiebrand Hall, in nearby Buckieland. It was easy to remember the mailing address.

At the age of ninety-nine Bulbo adopted Promo and made him his heir. They had the same birthday, September 22, which seemed to Promo to be a suspicious reason to adopt someone. And since Promo was a tweenager at the time, he was not looking forward to having combined birthday parties with Bulbo. A hundred-year-old guy is usually not much fun to party with, even if he looks fifty.

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Friday, October 7, 2011

Superfriends Of The Ring: Prologue To The Prologue


MEMO

RE:                Bulbo’s Book May Not Have Been Entirely Accurate

From:             Galadtameecha, Elf Queen and Owner, Elf Resorts International

To:                 The Allies Of Goodness


The world is changed, and nobody likes change.

I can feel it at the water cooler, I can smell it in the break room. Much that once was is lost, for none now live who remember it. Let me explain.

It seems that in his book There Goes My Back Again (published in the Uttermost North as The Wobbit), the former contractor/thief Bulbo Bunkins may not have expressed two key concepts of the book with complete accuracy. This has created great confusion and must be addressed.

In case any of us are unclear about these concepts (I here address myself to the Wizard and Project Manager Pantsoff, in the unlikely event that he is actually reading this memo), let me be specific.

First of all, the ring that Bulbo “won” from the creature Gol-Gol is not a run-of-the-mill Ring Of Invisibility, such as you or I might swap for a Holocaust Cloak or a Wheelbarrow. It is, in fact, the most powerful and evil object in Little Earth.

It seems like it was only yesterday that the Really Great Rings were forged. Three were given to the Elves, of course, because they were the best rings available at the time. Seven were given to the Dwarves, because the great fathers of the dwarves, the creators of the song “Heigh Ho,” also numbered seven. Nine were given to the Kings Of Men, because the Queens Of Women felt the rings were too gaudy.

But they were all of them bamboozled, for another ring, a really REALLY great ring was made. In the land of Bordor, in the fires of Mount Dum-da-dum-dum he created it. The Lord and CEO of Bordor Enslavement, Banking And Destruction, Smoron contracted the forging of a super-ring to control the others. Into it he poured his impatience, his pettiness and his will to grow his corporation through acquisition. He could never have afforded to forge it in Bordor, so instead hired a skilled craftsman from the Uttermost South who did brilliant work at a very competitive rate. The ring was named after this craftsman: The Juan Ring.

One by one, the freedom-loving lands of Little Earth were either destroyed or bought out through the power of The Ring, but there were some who insisted on negotiating better deals. A Nearly Last Alliance of Elves and Men, who were to be allied many more times in the future as The Allies Of Goodness, marched against the Axis Of Evil.

The goblins and trolls and rargs that attacked were hideous. The air was filled with our arrows and their screams. The skies were unfortunately cloudy despite a forecast for a mild, sunny day. The allies were about to win the day when Smoron made a rare personal appearance. Even though he was an elf, his form was that of a giant warrior with uncomfortably spiky armor, which may explain his bad attitude that day. He was smoting Elves and Men all over the place. He was about to smote Isadora, son of the late King Of Men, Ellen-Doll, but he first stepped on Isadora’s sword, Nasal, and broke it in twain out of sheer spite.

But Isadora took the hilt of Nasal and somehow killed Smoron. No one knows how. I didn’t see it myself. Enron tells me it was a cheap shot to the groin, but others report that there was a weak spot in Smoron’s armor just inside the left breast. In any event, Smoron slowly vanished with a cry of “You cursed brat! Look what you've done! I'm melting! What a world! Who would have thought a pathetic human like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness? Oh, look out! I'm going! Oh! Oh!”

His size 72 Extra-Tall suit of armor was left behind, useless to Isadora even with significant alterations. But Isadora noticed that The Ring magically re-sized itself. He picked it up but didn’t try it on, perhaps because he was wearing gloves. Others say he didn’t like it initially because it looked like a wedding band and he was unmarried. But he knew value when he saw it, so he kept it.

On the way home from the battle, Isadora was ambushed by a gang of goblins. They hadn’t yet heard that the battle was over and their capo di tutti capo had been vaporized. Isadora had discovered that The Juan Ring would make him invisible, so he dove into a nearby river to escape. What he didn’t know was that The Juan Ring would not give him the power to breath underwater, hold his breath indefinitely, or swim in full armor. He drowned, of course.

The Ring managed to swim like a scallop, jetting through the water by expanding and contracting, until it came to a new bearer, the most annoying creature imaginable. No one knows for sure, but we can assume he said something like “Well, looky here! I’m gonna call you My Precious, I say, My Precious!”

His name was Gol-Gol, and he was kind of crazy to begin with, but wearing The Juan Ring turned out to have some undesirable mental side effects. Again, we can guess that his internal dialogue, which he always spoke aloud, was along the lines of “Mine, I say, all mine! With your help, Precious, I’ll kill scrawny little goblins and eat them raw in a cave for the next thousand years! Bwa-ha-ha-ha!” That was mostly The Ring talking.

Finally, it was stolen by the aforementioned thief, Bulbo Bunkins, a Wobbit from Wobbiton. He invoked the ancient rule of Finders Keepers when he removed The Ring from Gol-gol’s dismal home and tucked it into his little waistcoat. Bulbo reports that the last thing he heard Gol-gol say was “Carn sarn it! Bunkins! We hates, I say, we hates it forever!”
He didn’t stick around to see what would happen next.

In addition to his incomplete story of The Juan Ring, Bulbo also reported in his book that according to Pantsoff, Smoron had been defeated. While Pantsoff certainly said this, the statement is dangerously wrong. It is certainly true that The Axis Of Evil was defeated at the Battle Of Six Or Seven Armies, thanks to the last-minute arrivals of The King Of The Eagles and his Squadron Of The Eagles, as well as The Incredible Bjork.

It is also true that Smoron, while attempting to rebrand himself as “The Neccomancer,” was defeated by The Superwizard Council and thrown out of his corporate headquarters in Murkywood Forest. Unfortunately, though defeated, he melted away as he did at the hands of Isadora. Pantsoff was supposed to seal Smoron’s melting remains in an Invincibilium capsule to prevent this, but he was busy posing for a victory portrait at the time.

To sum up, The Juan Ring is far more dangerous than Pantsoff realizes, and Smoron is still at large and dangerous, despite melting away twice. If you see Pantsoff, please let him know. Action needs to be taken immediately to avoid market instability that would diminish the fortunes of us all.







Wednesday, September 21, 2011

What would it be like to spend 24 hours in a barrel?

Horrible, that's what it would be like! That's an entire book right there: the horror of spending 24 hours in a barrel. I know The Hobbit is a children's book, but since I'm not a child (anymore), I can't help being stunned by the sheer awfulness of the barrel-escape.


Can you imagine the terror at being trapped in a barrel with no idea of when you might be released, if at all? Sort of like being buried alive, but with less legroom and a chance of slowly drowning if there were any leaks. What would it be like to have Bilbo Baggins your only hope at survival? Each dwarf could only wait, alone and in complete darkness, not knowing if he would suffocate, be smashed on rocks, or die of thirst before Bilbo let him out. Assuming Bilbo survived the escape.


Tolkien alludes to the beating that some of the dwarves took, bouncing around in the larger barrels. He also mentions the problems of thirst and lack of air, which I think would be far more worse than presented in the story. And he mentions that the dwarves were filthy when they came out of the barrels. This would be an understatement.


I've never gone 24 hours without peeing. Few people have. Perhaps dwarves are different than humans in this regard, and we know they're very tough. Even though they had nothing to drink in those barrels, it would either be maddening to hold it for that long, or disgusting if you couldn't. The only way to make the dark, lonely, cramped, terrifying, barrel-escape even worse would be if you wet your pants. 


I'm no dwarf, but I would have remained a prisoner of the wood elves forever rather than accept Bilbo's incredibly dangerous and difficult plan. Considering he wasn't sure how, when or where he would let the dwarves out, the word "plan" may not be appropriate.



Birthday Observance Idea
See how long you can put off going to the bathroom. Tough isn't even the word for those dwarves! I can't drive from Chicago to St. Louis without stopping at least once.


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Monday, September 5, 2011

Sept 4: Smaug can fly, but what is Laketown's main defense against him?

Smaug is a flying dragon, not a fire drake or a basilisk or a Tyrannosaurus Rex. To protect themselves against his attacks, the people of Laketown built their city in the middle of the Long Lake. One has to respect their spunk, but not their reasoning. Didn't they consider the possibility that he might attack them from the air, which is in fact what he does in The Hobbit? Or were they hoping he would fly from his lair in the Lonely Mountain, land nearby, and then give up when he realized his victims were across the water from him?

Even as Smaug is making his first airborne attack, Bard the Bowman orders that the bridges be cut. Again, it's admirable that he sticks to the plan and doesn't panic, but really! That just makes it harder to evacuate the non-combatants. Smaug is still able to attack just fine without having to arrive on foot.

It's not even a matter of whether Smaug has functioning wings or not, unlike the Balrog in The Fellowship Of The Ring. Many is the idle hour I've argued with fellow nerds about whether the Balrog had wings and if so, why did he fall to his death when Gandalf shattered the bridge of Khazad-dum? But that's neither here nor there. Smaug flies from the Lonely Mountain to Laketown, maybe he's just bad at vertical landings. Perhaps he needs a little room, more like an auto gyro rather than a helicopter.



Birthday Observance Idea
Consider other poor defense strategies, but do not attempt them. Climbing a tree to escape a bear, wearing garlic to stop a werewolf, or declaring your country neutral to turn away the Nazis are all good examples. Please share your results!

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Saturday, September 3, 2011

Sept. 3: Bilbo was able to kill giant spiders by throwing rocks at them

Tolkien made it very clear that Hobbits have excellent hand-to-eye coordination. We all know that the birds and beasts of The Shire ran if they saw a hobbit stoop for a stone. I'll accept that Bilbo could throw a rock very hard and very accurately. If he could kill a rabbit, that would be extraordinary. Could anyone other than a major league pitcher with a 97 mile per hour fastball actually kill a wild animal by throwing a rock at it?


Could anyone throw a rock well enough to kill a giant spider? Bulbo killed a number of giant spiders in Mirkwood. They weren't super-giant spiders, like pilot Clint Eastwood killed with napalm in Tarantula. But even if they were only the size of an Irish Wolfhound, killing one with a rock would be difficult. Even if it stood completely still. Spiders (even giant spiders) have chitinous exoskeletons, which would repel most attacks. If not, what's the point of being a spider? 


Plus, one must assume that giant spiders have a limited number of vulnerable spots, but what would they be, other than the brain? You can't kick them in the groin or punch their kidneys. Bilbo went for the eyes with Sting, but that's not a lethal blow. Three books later, Sam Gamgee mortally wounded Shelob with a lucky blow to the abdomen from underneath, but Shelob provided all the force for the blow herself. Could Bilbo really have killed all those spiders by hitting them in the head with a rock? 


On the other hand, could Bilbo's ring really make anyone invisible? 



Birthday Observance Idea
Please, don't attempt to kill a creature of any size with a thrown rock. But ask around a see if you know anyone that ever did so. Or rent the film Tarantula (1955, directed by Jack Arnold) to see a factually based, highly realistic depiction of how humans, rather than hobbits, fight giant spiders. I love the smell of napalm in the morning, Bilbo.

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Friday, September 2, 2011

Sept. 2: Bilbo's share of the treasure was one bag of gold and one bag of silver

No, Bilbo, no! Take two bags of gold!

It doesn't take a lifetime in banking to know that gold is more valuable than silver. Anyone that's ever bought jewelry knows it. Hasn't Bilbo ever been to the Hobbiton Zales Jewellers to pick up a few mathoms?

True, gold weighs about twice as much as silver (Bilbo's pony couldn't have liked that) but it doesn't tarnish. Also, (and this is important) it's worth sixty times more than silver. Was the precious metal market that much different in Middle Earth than it is here and now? Plus, the weight differance would have been hard to balance for the previously mentioned pony.

Who talked Bilbo into this deal? I would have suspected Thorin, cheapskate as he was, but he was dead by the time the treasure was divided up. The Master of Laketown would have been a good suspect, too, but he was already embezzling and on the run. Gandalf had nothing to gain from the deal, since he didn't take any of Smaug's loot. That leaves Balin, with his "sharp eyes." He must have seen an easy way of bilking Bilbo with those sharp eyes. Shame on you, Balin!

Birthday Observance Idea
Make a bad financial decision. In today's market, it's easy. Contact Bernie Madoff and see if he's accepting new clients. Put all your savings into the stock market. Change your 401k allocation so that all your money is in your employer's stock. For that matter, just go to a restaurant, pay with a credit card and tell your server to write in whatever tip they'd like. If you're as rich as Bilbo, it won't matter!


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