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Saturday, September 22nd, 2007
11:54 pm	And now for my Yearly Birthday Address to the ah Multitude: Bingo Bolger-Baggins So it is that time of year again! I had a most lovely evening. The mun took me out to meet up with a few friends for a birthday celebration in honour of me and mine sharing birthdays today. We took the Metro monorails down into Washington on the Potomac to a fine restaurant with ample good food and drink and a most comfortable setting, though a little too noisy to hear all the good company. It was a bit dark to get a good group picture, but I was sitting in a spot of light shed by the candle, so here I am, enjoying myself immensely: ( And another one of myself as I continue to practice my royal wave ) And just look at this moldy looking lovely birthday cake! It puts a smial on your face, doesn't it? Anyway, I haven't the foggiest idea what to give you all for mathoms this year. I suppose I have been a bit out of touch. If you have any idea what you would like, please tell me and I'll see if I can find one for you. (Comment on this)
Sunday, May 20th, 2007
10:04 pm	Home is Where the Heart Is, and, Hopefully, All the Other Body Parts With It: Bingo Bolger-Baggins I'm sorry if I'm a little bleary eyed; I've just been reading the new edition that's come out. I do so enjoy reading about Turin and his emo broody ways. He was quite the definitive rock star of his time, wasn't he? He so liked tearing up the scenery, you wonder if Morgoth's curse really made that much of a difference for him, really. But as frustratingly arrogant as he was, you just can't help feeling sympathy for his bad Byronic self because he really did mean well, and was living in a time before serotonin uptake inhibitors were available. Of course, better taste in head ware might have turned things around for him. And I do wonder if all his name changes were a sign of a dissociative personality or perhaps an escape from bad credit ratings. Still, I can't imagine how woe struck he must have been to have taken on the name, Fred of the Classified Pages. No, that much had to have been Morgoth's work. And reflecting on recent news, I do have to say that sometimes the idea that death is a gift to mortals makes very much sense. He didn't say exactly who the gift was for anyway. I must remember to make Iluvatar an offering for this. In other news, can you believe it has been five years since I returned to this very Shire? Well, it has. How turbulent those first 2 years of my return were, and yet marvelous and grand in a some what sick kind of way. Ah, Nostalgia! How the world was changing then without a dressing room in sight, and we were too horrified with fascination to look away, I suppose. Lately, I am working on my book about the hobbits of Umbar, housekeeping with my smialmates, tending my houseplants--I so wish I had the Gamgee touch with the garden outdoors--it so needs work. Well, I have a box of Grey Istari's Best and the matchstick Kevin brought to set them off. Who wants to help me light them? Oh, what fun this will be! (Comment on this)
Sunday, March 25th, 2007
9:59 pm	Today Rings a (B)Ell: Bingo Bolger-Baggins No, I have not forgotten. Yes, yes, of course, it's that day, I suppose, but it's also this day. So, I baked this, and these were just her, so I got a bouquet of them, and these for nostalgia value. These just seemed to be her, so then I got this to go with them--it has her off-kilter style and those colors suit her, I think. Oh, and in mind of her desire to expand her horizons, I thought she'd enjoy a subscription to Cosmo Ent and the wonderful world of Entish fashion. I hope she'll like these, or at least something among them. Now if only Elanorelle would come home. I do miss her so. And it has been so awfully quiet about here. Everyone has been so humdrum of late. (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 14th, 2007
12:28 am	I, however, say it all the time: Bingo Bolger-Baggins Yes, I'm still quite alive, thank you for asking. And yes, the mun has been neglecting me dreadfully, but I won't hold it against her . . . too much, I suppose. After all, I do keep busy. Why, just the other day, I went out to browse at Mathoms of Yesteryear, a very charming antique shop in Frogmorton, and I had a little mishap. Wouldn't you know it, but I tripped over one of their crossbows, yet again. I do that every time I go in there, I'm afraid. Poor luck, I guess. Or product placement with the intent of reducing the number of return customers, perhaps. And yes, there was indeed a "thwup! gnannnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg!" as I righted myself and stopped my fall, and realized how attentive to detail, but not loss of life, the shopkeepers were. I was reassured that, in turn, I heard no, "crash! tinkle! tinkle!" and most relieved there was no "thwip! ARGH!!! My EYYYE!" or "thump! AAAHHHH! You killed my auntie!" I did then hear, "Oh, watch yourself, Mr. Bolger-Baggins. Crossbow wounds can be nasty. Hehehe," from a belatedly attentive, and, most likely, bored and hopeful clerk. So consequently, I went searching in the direction in which I thought the bolt alighted. After a little looking about, I finally found it, stuck in the corner of this very old and rather compelling portrait. Naturally, I felt duty-bound to purchase the portrait, having damaged it. But I took it to a frame shop afterwards, and the damage in the corner was easily mended. It reminds me quite a bit of Smeagol, don't you think? Maybe it's the lace. I imagine this may have been one of his foremothers or forefathers having a night on the town. Anyway, Great Gramma Addy has a collection of old portraits at Great Smials, so I'm giving it to her in hopes she will enjoy it. I think she will. So how was your day, hmmm? (Comment on this)
Friday, September 22nd, 2006
11:59 pm	For all to Whom Birthday Wishes are Applicable: Bingo Bolger-Baggins Why yes, I am still very much alive and glad to celebrate another birthday. And truly, I have been quite busy working on my book about the hobbits of Umbar, and what I learned when I was amongst them. No one has written anything at all concerning them thus far, so I'm thinking my book just might be ground breaking--won't that be exciting? I suppose I might need to take a research trip out there, as I seem to be hazy on just how the tree smials are constructed, how they are anchored to the fibrous branches, and the drainage system for flooding, as well as how often the blue istari visit to renew the protection spells. Visiting old friends would be a bonus, I should say. So. Today. We won't forget the warrior and hir writer who have left the spheres of the world before us on this day, not ever. *lights candles of remembrance* *takes a bouquet and sends them cyber express* And that is in celebration of the true love this day will also be commemorating, namely, that of my munnish friends easterlily41482 and niphrandl, who have hand-fasted today. Many congratulations, dear friends. I wish a very happy birthday to all my fellow Baggins born on this day. I received a lovely card from my dear Elanorelle today of something . . . green. That must symbolize luck of some sort, don't you think? And I bought my mun a mathom to help her with my her writing. Now I have here purple mushrooms for everyone--so be sure to have some. (Comment on this)
Saturday, May 20th, 2006
11:55 pm	Four Times Round: Bingo Bolger-Baggins So, four years ago today I returned home to the Shire and started keeping this little journal. It's been a quiet year in Lake Woebegone since last anniversary when we were all at the Midgebane Cottage in South Links--that was a lovely day. But I've needed the quiet to heal--I've been a good patient, Grandmum says, so I'm finally venturing about without the cane any longer. The year has been uneventful, save that Iorhael returned for a chat and to take a smial here in Hobbiton, but he hasn't been seen since, nor the llama neighbours claimed to have seen there. Elanorelle quietly celebrated her anniversary earlier this year, and Uncle Sennie's been about. Well, I haven't been nominated for a Tiptree Award , so I'd say it's been a good year thus far (fandom is certainly not ready for marsupial mpreg and, frankly, neither am I . . . yet . . . .) I know it's no one's birthday, but I liked the looks of this cake. Please come have a slice if you wish. (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 8th, 2006
12:00 am	Four Years of Herstory . . . . . . for Elanorelle Gamgee. Inspired by The Very Secret Diaries Redbook . . . damn . . .*sigh* The Red Book of which you keep, four years ago today you began keeping this record of your adventures. Without it, I would never have met you, so I'm quite grateful to that little journal. Happy Anniversary, Elanorelle! May there be many, many more! (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 9th, 2006
3:57 am	Far Away Gardens and Cozy Smials: Bingo Bolger-Baggins I had the oddest dream last night, that I was wandering through gardens, had a great want for carrots, and was not alone--I can't remember anything else, but I know there was more to it--something exquisitely strange, and yet unbearably familiar. A sign of some sort. And when I awoke my feet felt all tingly. I do believe my foot fur may be growing back. *reaches down to touch the top of his feet* I dare not hope it, but I do feel something. And they're a little itchy. *scratches them* Very, very odd. Ah well. *picks up a copy of Better Smials & Gardens Magazine and starts thumbing through* Oh, isn't this just lovely! I've had a mind for redecorating and aren't these some fine ideas. *studies the pictures* Or I could do some baking--that well stocked pantry is making me hungry. Perhaps after I soak my feet. *starts filling the tub, looks in the closet for towels* Maybe I put them in the Back End linen closet. *opens the door of the Pantry Smial to step into the Backside Smial* (Comment on this)
Sunday, January 15th, 2006
11:54 am	Winter Market: Bingo Bolger-Baggins So it's been a rather quiet winter and we've been doing quiet winter activities here at Back End. We've played some games, decorated for the season, discussed tales, dappled at portraiture, and looked through catalogues in lieu of going out to market. I visited with f_baggins where we had a nice chat about proper etiquette. *sits up straight* I could have sworn . . . someone called my name Stella. *blinks* How odd. Somewhere . . . somehow . . . someone horny is thinking about me. *shakes his head solemnly* In my experience, though, that isn't always a good thing. Alas that this be so. *puts down his journal, gets up and puts on his cloak then goes out to the foyer and opens the door, calls* I'm ready! *steps outside and waits for Elly* (Comment on this)
Friday, January 6th, 2006
3:53 am	The Prismatic Hobbit Well, won't you look at that! Who else is love?    pseudomonas me scripsit anno 2005 I didn't think I looked good in yellow, really. What do you know! (Comment on this)
Monday, December 19th, 2005
3:41 am	Critical Inquiry: Bingo Bolger-Baggins So we all accompanied the mun to see the cinematic adaptation of Narnia. The mun was well pleased. I was less so, I suppose, though I liked it all right. It was certainly beautiful and well cast. But what I could never get around in the story, even when I read it, was the imported monarchy thing. It's an odd model of leadership really. I suppose there's precedence in the author's home's history with the whole Glorious Revolution thing, though there wasn't this "my sentient species is better than your sentient species" thing going on with that. I mean, if someone said, "Oh look! Here's a bunch of pegasi and they're going to run the Shire now," do you think hobbits would just go along with that? I don't think so. So why should all the other sentient beings just accept this, especially when the out-sourced royalty aren't even adults yet? It just doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me. Does it to any of you? Tea? *puts out several cups and starts pouring* (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 25th, 2005
1:54 am	To Celebrate a Life We have just returned from the sea to bid our much missed Eomer safe passage. And looking at Eomer's journal, I am struck by what a perfect last line heshe left us with, a perfect last line of a perfect parting entry. Accomplished, heshe noted. A brief entry, and yet so accomplished indeed. What one most needs to know about himher and where to find good dwarven contractors is right there, isn't it? He she rebuilt a city. Now shouldn't we break out that keg and celebrate a life? *watches Folco set up the kegs he had brewed* Eomer would want us to. *sets out mugs* Who** will join me for some ale, and to tell of link to favourite memories of this warrior of Rohan and hisher mun-mates? **muns and readers are welcome to join the pups (Comment on this)
Friday, September 23rd, 2005
1:40 am	For Strength While There is Breath Words are dreams. One must write of eucatastrophe. It never can be if not dreamt into being. This is not hope: Will, it is will. While there is strength, we must write. We write for one another, but for others who have written, our words entwined, used and passed onward. I am here, and I must write. *not time for comfort, lights a candle to strength for the fighter who breathes and sets it on the window sill, facing other windows, where others make their homes* (Comment on this)
Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
9:59 pm	Another Birthday Rolls Around: Bingo Bolger-Baggins Autumn begins again, I suppose, and thus do I. Though why I'm feeling such peer pressure to say it was several days ago this Halimath by Old Shire Reckoning, I have no idea, but perhaps I should think more about our traditions in the Shire. In any event, since I haven't seen Uncle Bilbo in ages, or any one of the pack of Frodos Frodo for awhile, I thought it might be best to keep my celebration here low key. It's amazing to think that this has been my fourth birthday to roll around again since I came back to the Shire. And when I awoke this morning, what should I find slipped under my door, but a card from Melbie and Celly, one sent from Gary, Bery, and Plado, and one from Folly. Quite a nice greeting that was. Now I have pictures of mathoms for whoever comes by. I know Elanorelle and Uncle Sennie will be getting back sometime today. And there's plenty of cake, while I'll be preparing mushroom dishes all day long. So . . . I know there are three muns at least who keep up with my dull ramblings, besides my mun, who always has the most embarrassing things to say about me.when have I ever "thrown" things out of her cabinets! "Taken" them, maybe . . . Hence, if you are one of my readers, please don't be shy about joining us hobbits--I'm rather curious to see if there's anyone else out there wasting taking time to keep up with me. Do come by to claim a mathom and a piece of cake and say hello. (Comment on this)
Sunday, September 18th, 2005
11:55 pm	Riding on Errands: Bingo Bolger-Baggins After breakfast and seeing off our Noldor guests, and then Elanorelle and Uncle Sennie's departure for Undertowers, Grandmum heard back from the friends she sent to early this morning about setting up a meeting with some possible tutors for my young friends on Southlinks Farm. It's a lead, anyway. And a nice excuse, I suppose, to visit the pub in Greenfields where they said they could meet us between their other appointments. It's been forever since I've been there. And Greenfields also has a charming market where I can pick up a few things in case guests come by on my birthday. So two errands in one. It being a fine enough day, despite these nagging feelings of foreboding, I went down the hill, with my cane--see, I'm being good--to fetch the cart and ponies. We can also carry back more with us if the market proves fruitful. So, with Grandmum's company, I'm off to Greenfields. (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 27th, 2005
10:46 pm	Time for Second Breakfast at Back End: Bingo Bolger-Baggins Well, that was an invigorating start to the morning, I suppose. Nothing happened to reaffirm my fell dreams, and being outside . . . it's coming along, it is. Of course, I had the aid of wonderful company to ease my worries. And it seems that at least one of our guests has risen just in time for second breakfast. You always know it's time for second breakfast at the Backside Smial when you see Celly up and about. I'm glad Grandmum is here to meet our guests right now. Grandmum, this is Feanor, son of Miriel Serinde and Finwe I checked my Elvish Genealogy For Idiots volume this morning. (Comment on this)
Sunday, August 21st, 2005
1:53 am	Beyond the Threshold: Bingo Bolger-Baggins I had the most disturbing dreams last night that have left me with a terrible sense of foreboding. I suppose that's natural on my first night home after the ordeal, but not any the less unsettling for that. And being home in my Pantry Smial, in my own bed . . . alone . . . brings back memories of when Iorhael shared it with me, may he be well wherever he is. *sighs* But so much has happened since, hasn't it? And if it didn't, I wouldn't have met Garnet. I miss her. And little Bery and Plado. I wonder how they are faring? And so much hubbub yesterday, what with our three distinguished Noldor guests. I am a bit worried about what Celebrimbor's plans are for his rings of power. And just what exactly is going on between the three of them is also unsettling. But they have been fine guests, despite the wanton destruction of large branches from our trees, and all the smialhold seems to have enjoyed their company. Though it has been a bit of a strain for Elanorelle, still a strain that I think may have done her some good. It is beyond wonderful to have her back now. I know my uncle thinks so, too. And we even got a missive from Tiger. I wonder if the guests are up yet? I saw their doors were closed, but I don't know if they are within or have moved on, but I don't want to knock on their doors yet. Grandmum came by this morning bright and early--what a boon she is to me. I told her of my mishap and she looked over my wounds and gave me a brace for my hip which she insists I wear for a while. She also wants me to walk with a cane as much as possible for a while to favour my bad hip and has gone back to get me one--a swordcane she has. But there's just so much protection any sword will be if I don't get back into the practice of using one. So I'm going outside to practice. I-I did try to go out . . . and practice earlier . . . but I couldn't. I just couldn't go out there. Even armed this time. Some swordshobbit I am. /-: All right. Enough of this! I have got to get over this fear. I'm going to go out. *takes a deep breath, opens the door of the Pantry Smial and launches himself outside, practices the breathing exercises Trotter taught him long ago to calm himself, shifting his stance as he moves the sword in an arc before him* (Comment on this)
Saturday, August 6th, 2005
8:34 pm	A Festive Occasion Among Friends and Others: Bingo Bolger-Baggins So Elanorelle and I brought the first course out while being regaled with an accounting by a very ebullient Celly of her time with Feanor in the smithy--it's quite nice to see her so bubbly. We hobbits were just about to toast and start in on our own when Feanor joined us, shortly followed by his grandson Celebrimbor, who I haven't even gotten a chance to greet yet, I'm sorry to say. I see he's having a nice chat with Elanorelle and Folly. I do wish Grandmum were here as Feanor said he would like to meet her. Anyway, I had gotten up to chop some more salad, and it's a good thing too, I suppose, because we have just been joined by yet another guest, Feanor's son Curufin, who Melba is attending to, and ah, good! There's Uncle Sennie, finally. I'm sorry, Curufin, I just got distracted looking at this lovely arrangement. And then I had to help fetch in the second course. I am Bingo, Bingo Bolger-Baggins--Bingie is just what close friends sometimes call me. You said you are a Warrior Princess? have many skills, this being quite a fine one. You asked something else. But one moment, does anyone need more wine? (Comment on this)
Friday, July 29th, 2005
11:44 pm	A Wonderful Day in the Neighborhood: Bingo Bolger-Baggins So we finally arrived home at Back End without further incident with our First Age guest. We had a spot of tea and did some chatting all around, and then Feanor stepped outside and that's when Further Incident made an appearance, not a very major one, but an appearance nonetheless in the form of a loud crack that we all went out to investigate, and which turned out to be a tree limb felled by Feanor's instigation. This seemed to be accompanied by a family reunion of sorts between Feanor and Celebrimbor. They went to see Celly's smithy while the rest of us went in to get dinner together. But everyone is invited when they're ready to come in and take a seat at the table. Let's see what we have in the wine cabinet. We have wine from Woodhall--that's good. Ah, and here's one from the vineyards by the Gulf of Lune and one from the Havens--made with Elven palates in mind--let's put those out as well. Shall I pour, or should we wait? (Comment on this)
Friday, July 22nd, 2005
10:41 pm	Guess Who's Coming to Dinner: Bingo Bolger-Baggins Our trip home was uneventful . . . for the first part of the way. Though I have to say being out in the open air again is . . . utterly terrifying a bit uncomfortable for me still. I suppose I managed, though my hip and shoulder wounds are quite sore for wear. But it was the monorail ride that proved . . . more challenging after all. We were stopped and boarded by none other than the impressive Feanaro, son of Finwe. And though I was utterly terrified had great reservations about him fearing he might be carrying his brother's grudge against me, and though he definitely it seemed at first that he had plans to take control of the monorail and us, he turned out to be not such a bad chap after all, once you get him conversing a bit. So I can see a little of his lovely father in him, sans the blood-oath and Kin-slaying bit. Stunning hair, too, I should say. I do have to say I was rather surprised that he accepted the invitation to dinner. He hasn't told us his purpose yet, but I'm starting to wonder if it doesn't have something to do with Celebrimbor staying next door. At least I assume he's still staying next door; I haven't had the opportunity to inquire yet. I wonder if that's what Elanorelle was thinking about and if she has further ideas on it. She and Uncle Sennie seem to be enjoying each others company, so I haven't had opportunity to ask her yet. I am glad Grandmum had the foresight to make our ceiling in Back End higher than that of the average smial so Big People and Eldar guests need not stoop; she knows how much I like to entertain guests of all kinds. Though, of course, it's no where near as high as in her Geodesic Smial. Still, the ceiling probably feels a bit low to Feanor. But he does seem to be interested in that which is different from what he is used to, so hopefully the closeness is not oppressive to him. In any event, I am very glad to be home. It's been a while. And to have Elanorelle back with us as well. There is much to be thankful for. We ran into a couple of old friends on the walk back from the station I was very glad to see. I wonder if they'll join us for dinner. I'm not sure what Pippin and Merry are up to either, and if they'll join us. Still, that will be a little while yet--I just put the mushroom pie in the oven. But for now, tea is ready, so our Noldor guest can get a taste of how we serve it in the Shire. And we even have--oh, they spelled it wrongly--some Elven tea, if he'd prefer. *sets out the tea and biscuits on the dining room table* Tea is served everyone! (Comment on this)