No Father's day is in July, I think.


Wait a moment...You aren't in the US, are you?

:D No.

:rolleyes: Well, that explains it then.

I assign my Mommy. She's cool. If y'all knew her, you'd agree.

I assign crazy freestyle adventures in Pittsburg with your brother and good friend. Coats from the Salvation Army, flurries of snow, hot coffee, a great skyline, a night spent in some bushes. Weird shaped clouds (it was in a circle :eek: and made me think of Gandalf) and a brilliant sunrise.

Further to this, I send learning Latin with a friend and being able to use it as a private language.

I come from a bilingual family, so I already have the use of Gujarati as a private language. One of my friends is exceptional at French and we use that as our private language on occasion. Now, I have Latin with two more of my friends.

I love private languages. The ability to connect one-to-one with no inteference in the midst of others...

Some may consider us rude, but tough luck to them. If you want to know what we're saying, go out and learn the language. :D

I second Mothering Sunday because not only is it a lovely and ancient festival but as Refreshment Sunday, it meant I could have a glass of wine :D.

I assign a whole PM box full of birthday greetings, a sure cure for the onset of Mordorian depression. Guarawwwwwnnnnn-TEED! :D

Thanks, guys. You know who you are. :)

I assign to the Shire, the evenings getter lighter - another thing that lifts the spirits...and discovering that the fish in the pond have survived the winter :D

I assign this thread - though I'm not feeling sad/bad it cheers me up.

I assign LMP in celebration of his birthday and his gracious assignation of a bunch of PMs that include some of the worst poetry in the history of the 'Downs. Also, his ability to write sentences without ever once using the verb "to be."

Oh, and I assign sunny days that almost chase the haunted look from eyes as dull as the recent wintery weather. And crocuses. And grapefruit juice.

I second LMP's assignment as he is the coolest Mead Hall Innkeeper there ever was, is, and shall be in the history of the verb "to be".

I also assign Lmp to the Shire, just because Lmp is...Lmp. And it's his birthday, so where better to have a celebration than under the Party Tree? :)

The first blooms on the forsythia bushes surely belong in the Shire.

I think I'll third that assignation of lmp. Anyone who doesn't mind the nickname 'lumpy' has got to be a cool guy :cool:

Kath, I think you're fourthing it.

So I am Jenny! Well, I support the motion at any rate :D

Gee, friends, I'm ... well .... happy. :) Thanks!

I assign all you hobbits to the Shire. You all belong there. :) Even if bunches of you spend lots of time in a certain Rohirrim Mead Hall.... :p

I'm assigning the British Museum to the Shire because it's just one big, mad Mathom house. I've been there many times but I find something new on every visit. This time it was Dr John Dee's magical objects, including the 'Tablet of God' and his Obsidian mirror, used in magical rituals and jiggery pokery to do with alchemy. That counts as very cool indeed to me. :cool:

I'm also assigning Pre-Raphaelite art. The colours look bright in prints, but the actual paintings are incredible, particularly the blues, which are intense and moving. And they bring out the effusive art critic language in you. ;)

I assign finished manuscripts. Knowing that you've got something in your possession that you're willing to send to the other side of the continent for critique is a pretty cool feeling, even if they don't end up wanting it. Knowing that the piece that's been floating around your head tormenting you but refusing to come together suddenly wrote itself with barely any help from you. *sigh* Big relief. Now to get it post-marked before the 1st.

:( How about us Halfelves or whatnot? ;)

I assign the moments following a final exam in Calculus, knowing that even for just two weeks you'll be rid of the Mordorian curse.

Mmmmmm... *plop*

But shall we assign the Elgin Marbles back to Greece? :p

Don't kid yourself. You're a hobbit through and through. And you would have been a fine werewolf if you hadn't been dreamed of the very first Night. But back to the Shire!

I assign the first bike ride of the year (it was too cold until now). Fresh breeze, feeling the wind in your face, feeling the burn after only 20 seconds (because you didn't exercise properly all winter :p ) and liking it. Good stuff.

I'll assign parents evenings. It's just an hour of constant praise! :D

I assign catching yourself smiling after having almost forgotten what a genuine smile felt like. A toast to spring and to new beginnings! We'll raise our crystal glasses to the shining new sun and laugh in delight over the refracted rainbows. We'll sip our grape juice and dance 'round the new blossoms, enjoying the green smell of the breeze and the open expanse of blue above us. To spring!

Well said.

And I'd like to assign to the Shire... this extremely tired but accomplished feeling. So I did not sleep last night, but my essay is done and finished and eventually quite brilliant, too. I shall never, ever put things off till the last moment again.

No really. *yawns*

Polish 20 Questions. (I'm not sure why it's Polish, but okay.) It's just the same as regular 20 Questions except that everybody gets a little card with their answer on it and sticks it on their forehead and has to guess what their own says. Now there's a fun game - you get some really funny results, especially when people start getting out to get each other... :D

I missed LMP's birthday? :( Happy belated. :)

And I definitely agree with everything you all have said about the Mead Hall... Putting it here is superb. I get both my adopted cultures all rolled into one. (How to decide between the two??)

And yes, definitely agree with the nominations of Latin. Even if the Latin club at my school is called a cult, and they think we're all rather strange. Why would they think that??

I assign the first day that it's nice enough to wear a spring jacket outside, instead of your huge winter one.( Fellow canadians will know what I mean.):)

Brit's will know what you mean as well Valier! Though of course, we have to carry a raincoat too as our weather changes every few hours, or every few minutes sometimes :rolleyes:

But no, it was actually warm today. Very nice.

So do folks in the Northeast US, Valier. :)

The momentous spring coat day took place on March 28.

I'll assign daffodils. They haven't opened yet at my house, but they've pushed above the ground in the flower beds. Can't wait for them to bloom. I should take pics.

Well I guess I will just assign the first day of the year you get to wear your spring jacket, For everyone! It's just so nice.:)

I assign my first winter ever accomplished without touching my winter coat. Which is really good considering I somehow got paint all over it LAST winter.

I think I'll stick with the general spring theme here and assign Robins. You know when you see one of them, Spring has definately sprung!! Whooo hoooo :D

Fog. I herewith assign fog the Shire.

Now, I do realise that fog is definitely a driving and navigating hazard, as well as a rather gloomy form of weather, but it is also incredibly iconic. Not to mention, for a prairie boy like me, it's not exactly common weather. The chill of walking home in the fog at night is deliciously primordial- and very Barrow-downsy. Excellent atmosphere for story-dreaming.

A few years I would have agreed with you, but now my city seems to have acquired a flock of really stupid robins that stick around all winter, even when it gets close to 0 degrees... :rolleyes: So they're not much of a teller for spring anymore. But they are delightful birds. So are cardinals. And gold finches.

Spring break is also definitely Shire-worthy.

Watching the first darkroom photography slowly fill before your eyes through manic refreshes on the registrar's webpage. Knowing that there was one seat open... and seeing it get filled. Spotting three seats left in the night course... watching one get taken. Seeing your friend take the other. Knowing that there is one photography seat open in the entire school and knowing that the professor won't sign you in, because you already tried that route. Expecting to be fruitlessly wait-listed.

Waking up to register and spotting that one seat still miraculously open...

And going to the registrar's about 40 minutes early to be first in line (though you ended up second, but behind a business major, so it's okay). And actually getting into the photography class!

Getting into the only class that you actually really wanted to take in an Eru-forsaken school that you can't wait to leave is Shire-worthy to the highest degree.

Have I mentioned Spring? :D

Hear, hear!

The Moonlighting episode, Atomic Shakespeare, which I watched on DVD last night. Such fun.

I'm not sure the Hobbiton worthies would appreciate it, mind, although I think some of the Tooks would like it (particularly the uncle who ran away to sea...)

Glorious eleven or so hours of sleep.

Waking up with the sunshine and a smile on your face.

Having an hour or so to spend being silent, thinking, reflecting, and reading - things you haven't consistently done for several months.

Summer break's definitely Shire-worthy. (Although it makes me feel as if I'm in a completely different world from all of you... :D)


Can I send you to the Shire again? :)

Cutting the grass for the first time - because despite the vast amount to raking up to be done it means Spring is here ... and it smells really nice.

Mith (wearing a spring jacket for the first time)

Looking at the outside temperature last night at about 10:30 PM and seeing the number 75 with disbelief. Going outside and confirming that it is, indeed, 75 degrees Fahrenheit and kind of balmy, in the dark, in the middle of the night, on April 2.

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