September 09, 2004
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As I alluded to a while back, my sister has recently become a Lord of the Rings geek and, even more so, a Billy Boyd stalker, er, I mean fan. Earth shattering news, by no means, but let's take a closer look, shall we?
When the first two LotR movies came out, she was either vastly pregnant with The Girl Child and had the bladder capacity of a dust mite, or she was playing dairy-cow to The Girl Child at regular intervals. Neither of which are epic-movie-viewing-friendly.
Yes, she's a mom. A stay-at-home, neighbor-chatting, coupon-clipping, sub-division-living, scrapbooking kind of gal. Mind you, she's not boring -- she's got a belch that'll drop a truck driver at 40 paces -- but she is down-to-earth and practical, and not given to silly things like comic books, GenCon, Barbies, Xena, etc., as I am. She humors my dorkiness.
On one of my visits to Pleasant Valley, I forcibly lent her the extended versions of "Fellowship of the Rings" and "The Two Towers," fully expecting sneers. A couple days later, I got The Call. The Call that heralded my sister's Descent Into Dorkiness.
She had stayed up 'til midnight watching FotR. Which would be no big whup, for someone whose Boy Child doesn't wake at 5:30 a.m., but hers does. So apparently, she liked it. (MWAH HA HAAAA!) And then, as she was watching TTT, the unthinkable happened. Her husband... paused in front of the t.v. Until that moment, he had, sight unseen, derided the movies as "that nerdy, D&D, wizard shit" (this from a Trekkie!). But, being male, he was instinctively drawn to the Battle at Helms Deep.
"What's this?"
"The Two Towers."
"That Lord of the Rings stuff?"
"Yep."
"...Can I watch?"
"Sure."
"Can we watch from the beginning?"
"Well, you won't understand it unless you see the first one, too."
So they both ended up watching both movies! I'm so proud! (RESISTANCE IS FUTILE!) Plus she would watch the DVD extra features while The Children were napping. I think she watched every damn piece of footage on those discs, including the Easter Eggs.
And that's when things started to get scary.
She bought the trilogy, in book form, plus "The Hobbit," and read them all. The chick who has had my Anne Rice novel for three years and won't read the long articles in "Glamour" read "TH," "FotR," "TTT" and "RotK" in a matter of months.
While she was watching the DVDs, she would call me up and ask me stuff like, "Who is Celeborn again?" Or, "How are orcs different from uruk-hai?" While she was reading the books, she'd ask me a question, and I wouldn't even understand half the words in it! (I haven't read the books, yet. Don't hurt me! They are in the pile on my nightstand!)
I think it was after seeing "RotK" that her drooling, giggling, panty-throwing, hobbit-googling obsession started. Perhaps it was seeing sweet, little Pippin in that soldier of Gondor uniform that pushed her over the edge? Frankly, I'm afraid to ask. But it's hilarious to watch. I haven't seen her this worked up since Duran Duran came on the scene!
I got her a bumper sticker that says "My other ride is Billy Boyd," but I don't think her husband will let her put it on her car. However, I'm sure he will join us for a celebratory screening when the RotK extended DVD comes out! CAN'T WAIT!!!
(NOTE: I have not used names, in order to protect the innocent - mainly ME - from the wrath of The Sister. Ironically, we actually do call her kids The Boy Child and The Girl Child. As in, "Crap, The Girl Child is already up from her nap," and "I'll call you back; I gotta go beat The Boy Child.")
Comments
*roflmao*
Resistance is futile! You will be assimilated! It's all downhill from here, baby...
(awesome entry)
Posted by: Celtic Elff at February 16, 2005 09:00 PM