ontology | make-believe is much too fun (Reply)

Remember when you were, I don't know, seven, eight, nine, maybe older, maybe younger, and you used to spend hours daydreaming about the worlds you kept discovering? You used to go into your parents' wardrobe, maybe, and feel the back hoping it would suddenly turn out to be trees and snow, or you wondered about getting one of Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle's cures for your brother's habit of interrupting, or--a little later--you had this silly thing in your head where you pretended that the Fellowship of the Ring occasionally hung out at your house and went places with you (because Aragorn liked to read the Boston Globe and when you went to the New Bedford Summerfest Pippin loved the Tilt-a-Whirl but Sam threw up and Legolas and Boromir traded looks of utter disgust and kids ran up to Gandalf because they thought he was Santa.)

Yeah, well, I just wanted to let you lot know that I have absolutely and completely grown out of that phase and would never, ever, ever daydream about anything fandom related, ever.

In other news, I leapt clumsily onto yet another bandwagon and joined Facebook, pretending happily that my middle name is my last name and also that I was born in 1913 (thanks, Facebook's weird network thingummy that is prejudiced against people who never attended an official school).