For One Thing, Mallorn Shelving Is Bound To Be Expensive
Scotty M points at his crib when he is ready to go to bed each night, every night. He is a creature of habit. First we read books, books that he must choose himself, regardless of the fact that he picks the same four or five each night. Currently we are reading from The Great Big Little Red Train, Fuzzy Yellow Ducklings, Babies, Let’s Find Treasure and A Visit to Christmasland, where crappy verse meets stilted illustration–sadly unavailable on the net—for a night out in Saccharine Town.
“This is Santa’s Workshop where we make all the toys.
Pretty dolls for girls and soldiers for boys.”
Nothing like Santa for beating gender roles into yet another generation. Still, better those lines than the ones replacing them in my head.
“This is Santa’s Workshop where we whore out the elves.
A buck fifty a trick, and we’ll throw in some shelves!”
Wouldn’t do to give the boy unrealistic expectations as the to relative value of elf nooky at his tender age, after all.
Elves in the Boudoir
On the one hand, this analasys of what, exactly, Tolkein said about elvish sex shows just how detailed the guy’s vision was. On the other… dude, don’t you have anything better to do? Via Silflay….