Humor can come from the most unlikely places sometimes. Amazon.com is selling a Treebeard action figure, and I took a look at the customer comments. The top comment says, "it is not the best bendable action figure". They bought a Treebeard, and they expect him to be bendable? Hehe!
On a completely unrelated tangent, I just returned from my second viewing of the Two Towers. Just outside of the theatre, there is a man who is training to set a new world record for the longest continuous read-aloud by an individual. Every month, he goes a little bit longer, and he expects to set a new world record some time this spring. This week, he has been reading The Hobbit, The Lord of the Rings, The Silmarillion, and The Book of Lost Tales. At this moment, he's been reading for the past 78 hours, and he will continue reading until about noon tomorrow (yes, he gets a 10 minute break every 8 hours; they're not trying to kill him). He's set up in the little alcove of an "upscale fast food" type restaurant, with a door-of-Moria backdrop, an elven cloak, and a few chairs. There are windows out into the mall.
This is about an hour away from our house, and I hadn't heard that this was going on. We traditionally stop at that restaurant for a meal after a movie, and today was no exception. Naturally, my daughter was drawn into the room where he was reading. He seemed quite happy to see her (there was no one else in there), and he even began The Hobbit over again for her (it looked like he'd already gone there and back again a few times). Of course, my daughter had just sat through a three hour movie, and was not physically able to sit and listen to a story, although she did want to. We didn't even make it through the first chapter before our food was ready, and my husband and his sister were encouraging us to come and eat.
He seemed sad to see us go, maybe because I never saw anyone else take even that much time to sit and listen to the story. There were plenty of gawkers, but no listeners. I still feel bad for having left, and now I'm trying to analyze what it is that has touched me so unexpectedly. On one hand, we really couldn't stay. My daughter wasn't able to sit still, and the rest of my family had things they needed (wanted) to do back home. Although the reader clearly enjoyed having an audience, his quest will succeed or fail because of his own strength, not because of me. But, it really burns me up that *everyone*, myself included I suppose, thinks themselves too busy to sit and listen while an incredible tale is being told. He is trying to "perfect and promote the art of reading aloud" (and was quite a good reader), but reading aloud to empty chairs reminds me that even the best readers may have a hard time attracting any listeners. A line from his web page says, "if you listen, I will read." Won't anybody listen?
I don't think it's realistic that I'll be able to find some time to head back down there and listen during this reading (he'll have to be alone when the mall is closed, for example, except during the official reading when he'll be monitored). But, he has his future reading dates scheduled on his website, so I'd like to make some time to go and listen in the future. It may not be the biggest, most glorious cause out there, but I do think it's a worthy one.
If anyone is interested, his website is www.sirreadalot.com . The world record quest information is under "performances."