The secret is to bang the rocks together, guys.
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
Mom's Day Spent…
… at my Mom's place. Took her to an independent documentary (supporting friends) and then out to dinner. So away from the internets all day.
Regular programming to resume tomorrow. As long as I'm not buried under at work.
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