What do you "assign" to the Shire?

[Lalwendë]

Originally Posted by Child of the 7th Age

Baseball.....I am very certain that the hobbits would make excellent baseball players. It is one of the few sporting events where the clock plays no part, and I can't imagine hobbits measuring their happiness with a timepiece.

Maybe they would have played it rather like rounders, the older version of baseball. It's great fun, especially when you have to slide on the grass to get to a post and end up with mucky knees, and you can play it just about anywhere. I remember playing it with a plank and a stone once in the field at the back of our house, with twigs to mark out the posts. I often wonder if the game would have died out altogether if it had not developed into Baseball in the US?

[Roa_Aoife]

I assign the first real snowfall of the seasoon, even if it didn't stick.

[Lhunardawen]

A little late, I know, but the full moon definitely deserves assignment to the Shire. It's just... *sigh* ...beautiful. I could spend hours upon hours gazing fixatedly at it.

*howls*

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Several slightly planned hours of dreamless sleep deserve Shire-mentioning. Though it's a little sad about missing those classes that I slept through, the well-rested and content feeling that comes from waking up without the headache you fell asleep with is wonderful.

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

There's something very reassuring about munching half-frozen Indian food at nearly 1:00 AM. The way the ice crystals formed over the dinner you ate yesterday evening, branching and spreading like two-dimensional trees across what you know to be so hot that you can't force away the amazement that comes from there being ice at all. Surely the kind of food that can make you gasp for bread is impenitrable by frost?

The slight burn across your tongue and down your throat as the unidentifyable food stuffs (though no meat... you know because you asked) pass through to your stomach where you are a little worried that it will singe a hole. You think you see a pea, but you don't really know, because you've never tasted a pea quite so zippy before now. You wonder vaguely what spices were used in the creation of this fascinating meal, but don't really care enough to find out. After all, the name of it has escaped your thought and you're content merely to eat as much as you can before searching your cabinet for something to blunt the edge of the sting.

It hurts so good, I suppose. The burn allows you to forget the issues that are clouding your judgement. You know that some things in life are really stupid, and some require a lot more thought. You end the night and the post by putting away your really cold (but so darned hot!) meal that was even hotter served at the correct temperature, and knowing that what's really important in life is to order half portions next time and to know that when they say "mild", they meant "wild". You get a pretty decent idea that you wouldn't last a day with some intentionally "hot" curry.

[Rune Son of Bjarne]

I assign Taxes! YAY

There can never be to many taxes. *doing my tax dance* I pay 39% and that is not high enough!

[Roa_Aoife]

Rune, get help.

I assign having the greatest job in the world, which makes income tax slightly more bearable.