Hobbit Dwarf boot camp | the armitage effect

I finally had three hours of sleep this afternoon/evening, waking abruptly when spouse rubbed my foot to tell me he was home with buffalo chicken pizza. Sounded good, tasted good, but it’s all gone wrong on my stomach somehow.

That’s what I get for staying up all night again, watching The Hobbit, all the video blogs and the featurette promoting beautiful New Zealand. Then in the wee hours of the morning I let the YT clips buffer sl-o-w-ly so I could see another Hobbit documentary, “A Hobbit’s Tale,” with Richard reading through lines, clumping about in those big clunky dwarf boots and showing off his biceps with practice fighting.

Lastly and most endearingly, still in his Thorin makeup, complete with blood-smeared face and flowing locks, Richard and his lovely talking hands spoke to the film’s crew about how much he looked forward to returning to NZ this year. I love him and Thorin, so majestic and fierce and proud and beautiful, more than ever. I’ve got dwarf on the brain. Just in case you haven’t seen “A Hobbit’s Tale” here it is on YT in two parts.