Maybe, but I doubt it. Revisionism seems to go with the hat. Look for Bilbo's love interest to show up somewhere along the line, and a bunch of scantily-clad elves...
Personally, I want to see a screen adaptation of Harvard Lampoon's Bored of the Rings (http://amethyst-angel.com/bored_of_the_rings.html), one of the best parodies ever...
Lesse if I can remember...ah, Frito and Dildo Bugger, Goddam, Goodgulf Greyteeth, Bromosel, Gilmet son of Groin, Arrowroot son of Arrowshirt, the whole sordid menagerie...
"Tim, Tim Benzedrine! Hash, Boo, Valvoline! Clean! Clean! Clean for Gene! First, Second, Neutral, Park Hie thee hence, you leafy narc!"
"A sad story," said Frito. "Is it true?" "No," said Legolam. "There's a song, too."
"It is the Spumoni," Legolam explained, "beloved of the Elves. Do not drink of it -- it causes cavities."
Okay, I have to go find my copy...ah, yes, here it is...
No one spoke, and the room fell strangely silent.
Finally Bromosel rose and addressed the Caucus. "Much is now clear," he said. "I had a dream one night in Minas Troney in which seven cows ate seven bushels of wheat, and when they were finished they climbed a red tower and threw up three times, chanting, "Say it now and say it loud, I'm a cow and I'm proud." And then a figure robed in white and bearing a pair of scales came forward and read from a little slip of paper:
"Five-eleven's your height, one-ninety your weight, You cash in your chips around page eighty-eight."
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Date: 2006-11-22 11:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-22 12:16 pm (UTC)Personally, I want to see a screen adaptation of Harvard Lampoon's Bored of the Rings (http://amethyst-angel.com/bored_of_the_rings.html), one of the best parodies ever...
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Date: 2006-11-22 12:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-22 12:39 pm (UTC)Lesse if I can remember...ah, Frito and Dildo Bugger, Goddam, Goodgulf Greyteeth, Bromosel, Gilmet son of Groin, Arrowroot son of Arrowshirt, the whole sordid menagerie...
"Tim, Tim Benzedrine!
Hash, Boo, Valvoline!
Clean! Clean! Clean for Gene!
First, Second, Neutral, Park
Hie thee hence, you leafy narc!"
"A sad story," said Frito. "Is it true?"
"No," said Legolam. "There's a song, too."
"It is the Spumoni," Legolam explained, "beloved of the Elves. Do not drink of it -- it causes cavities."
Okay, I have to go find my copy...ah, yes, here it is...
No one spoke, and the room fell strangely silent.
Finally Bromosel rose and addressed the Caucus. "Much is now clear," he said. "I had a dream one night in Minas Troney in which seven cows ate seven bushels of wheat, and when they were finished they climbed a red tower and threw up three times, chanting, "Say it now and say it loud, I'm a cow and I'm proud." And then a figure robed in white and bearing a pair of scales came forward and read from a little slip of paper:
"Five-eleven's your height, one-ninety your weight, You cash in your chips around page eighty-eight."
"This is grave," said Orlon.