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I had to cookie, even though this bit is from chapter eleven or possibly thirteen. This may in fact be my favourite thing I have ever written. :D

There was a beep.

Anyone familiar with computers, in even a basic sense, would have known that beep. It was the beep of a dissatisfied servant who has decided to rebel. The beep not only of anger, but of suicidal resolve. The beep of unsaved wordprocessing files, failed and fatal compiler errors, time lost, words lost, art lost.

Oscar had a moment of philosophical revelation in which he saw how temporary and insubstantial anything is until it is created in more than pixels, but the revelation fell by the wayside in a second when the basic human urge to throw a beeping computer out a window had to be suppressed.

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Ah! LotR is on. Now I understand why my flist is completely silent.

I continue not to get LotR, but at least now I get the "Gondor has no pants" joke.

Merry and Pippin are still indistinguishable from each other, especially on my fuzzy-receptioned TV. Are we sure they are in fact two different actors, and not a clever FX-department ruse?