My name is Kablamo von Strudelthumb and I come here from the year, 1987.
These are some magical head LOLs that I have mashed, cuddled and raepd before mysteriously translating them into eye LOLs for the convenience of Lord Salamander.
This is a no hate blog and I strongly believe that DOCTOR WHO and HARRY POTTER are the nectar of the gods.
I only tag a picture under "photography" if it was actually taken by me.
PLEASE, ONLY FOLLOW IF YOU ACTUALLY (for some reason) FIND MY POSTS ENTERTAINING!
I DON'T DO FOLLOW FOR FOLLOW OR PROMOTE FOR PROMOTE! DAT SHIT IS WACK!
I'm sorry if I don't follow back. I'm already following more blogs than I can efficiently handle.
I also have a Tumblr which I dedicate to my lame photography:
Silent Melody Photography
And this Billie Piper one:
Billie Piper
And now there's this one where we ask you to submit photos of your bedrooms: Glimpse of Your Soul
If you want to know a little more about me,
click here.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Bilbo and Smaug in the great hall under the Lonely Mountain.
Artist currently unknown.
Edit: treowe-treow tells me that the artist is Justin Gerard. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!
Look at these fuckers! The trailer started as Eden and I entered the cinema the other night. I blame that, not the alcohol, for initiating us into our delirium through the entire feature presentation. I’m sure it was a great movie, it seemed it, I just didn’t see much. We were the horrible annoying chatters in the theatre.
Bilbo comes to the Huts of the Raftelves
Apart from Smaug, I think this escape is the part of the story that I’m most looking forward to seeing in the movie. It’s my favourite part in the book.
I forgot to share this shit!
My Hobbit arrived a couple of days ago. I’ve been reading my mum’s copy so I’m overjoyed to finally have one of my own, especially since she lives two hours away. I got it in hardback of course.
Look at that cloth finish. And there’s a Betty hair on the cover.
I was just talking to my mum on the telephonic device and I was telling her what her “hobbit name” is.
It’s Polly Grubb of Little Delving. This excited us greatly.
Then I was telling her about all the exiting footage I’ve seen from on set.
Then I completely forgot Gollum’s name.
I kept going to say Gimli but the wrongness made me feel so filthy. And I was screaming into the phone,
“WHAT’S HIS NAME! YOU KNOW, SMEAGOL! BUT NOT! WHAT’S HIS FACE! THE DUDE WHO’S ALWAYS LIKE, ‘MY PRECIOUS!’ WHY HAS MY BRAIN STOPPED?!”
And then Mum said Gollum and I felt so ashamed.
WHO THE WANK FORGETS GOLLUM’S NAME?!
Apparently I do.
A wizard is never late, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.
Gandalf makes excuses.
I propose that when the hobbit comes out
we all dress up like Martin Freeman
and while waiting at the theatre start singing this
Fuck that, I’m dressing as Spock!
Our Thranduil in flesh!
