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Does that mean you assign Spain to Mordor?:eek::p

Nay,it means I disagree with previous poster!

Don't be silly! No one is allowed to disagree with The Phantom! :eek: "You shall rue the day you did not do all that the Phantom asked of you" and all that. ;)

It's okay, Lottie. I'll allow someone to disagree so long as they realize that doing so makes them wrong. :p

Come on.Lalaith in realm of Sauron?!

Have a little pity on poor child,for God's sake!

Oh, I don't know, Urwen, perhaps she feels at home there now.

I assign political correctness to Mordor, having seen some rather repulsive examples of it recently where I live.

I'll second this one. Political correctness has always bothered me. :rolleyes:

You know what. I assign college applications (and preparations!) to Mordor! May they burn in the Hellfire of Orodruin! Taking Maths was the biggest mistake of my life ( I FAILED it in class XI), and now, I'm pretty sure no college in the UK will want to see something like that on a student's record, even though I want English Literature!

Snow in May. :mad: :rolleyes:

Especially snow that cancels a weekend trip and party. :(

Nosebleeds. The kind that send you to the emergency room and require cauterization. And it had been such a nice day....:mad:

You poor thing! I didn't realise nosebleeds could get that bad.

Oh, yes, sad to say. It's happened before. I have a weak blood vessel in my right nostril, and 6 years ago, it broke even more messily (took three ER visits to stop it). I'm not too happy with the fact that it bled again this morning -- took nearly an hour to stop it, but no ER visit needed yet. One of the joys of getting older and having severe allergies. Sigh.

I third that. I also assign to Mordor: complicated regulations about getting a driver's license, bureaucracy, dirty politicking from any member of any political party, severe thunderstorms, heavy metal 'music', people who constantly use bad language for no good reason, and having to stop reading a book because you didn't see the bedroom scenes when flipping through in the library.

I will assign to Mordor US car rental companies and the competing websites trying to lure people to their pages chasing for the advertiser's favour with totally false promises...


Why can't they just say what is the real and final total cost?

Why can't they say what car are you getting in the end (how many people, how much luggage, what's the mileage)?


On site A they say you can rent a car at price X. They even give you a list of surcharges the price covers (like ten different ones) - but they don't tell you they have omitted the most costly ones...

Or on a site B they say X is the full cost you have to pay... but then there is the small print which says taxes b & c are not included and it's said nowhere how much they are (you need to find them out yourself).

In hopes of getting a possible six-seater Ford Escape with promised 28mpg on highway (to take Brinn with us to Geneva), you could end up with any random gas-devouring SUV (even less than 20mpg) with only five seats. And actually one search gave the mileage of Ford Escape as 22mpg! So who to believe? We'll be driving for 6000+ miles so the mileage is not an insignificant factor.

In hopes of getting a full-size car with comfort (like Chevy Impala) you either get a car with 28mpg or 21mpg; or you get a car with ample room to four big baggages or just for two... a premium car would have more or less assured extra-room for the luggage but the price would be accordingly high (at about 300$ more) - and the mileage would be accordingly bad... or how could you know?


Couldn't they get just real saying what they're selling to people? :mad:


PS: I'm "fourthing" the PC to Mordor!

Twelve-year-old kids who try to mug you.

As I was waiting for a taxi this evening, a twelve-year-old boy tried to snatch my bag away. It was dark and rainy, but I caught up with him. Sad to say, with my PMS and my terrible toothache, emotion dictated me... I beat him before I took him to the police station. Since he's a juvie, the police didn't want anything to do with him... they couldn't even get his name without bypassing legal stuff. Worst thing was that there was nobody I could turn to at that moment!

How terrible! At least you weren't hurt. It's unbelievable that the police were so hamstrung they couldn't even demand his name.

Yes. I realized when I got home, I could have fared a lot worse--what if the kid had back-up? No amount of college-level ROTC could've saved me. :mad:

Economy-crippling oil spills! That is what I assign to Mordor!

Seconded. (Although I'm rather more worried about the ecology-crippling aspect.)
(Come to think of it, I really should change my sig - it's becoming less funny with every liter spouting out of that damned hole.)

On a slightly less earth-impacting line, coming home from vacation to a flooded basement. I don't regret missing the terrible thunderstorms (bad ones make me twitchy ever since a near brush with lightning), but the water in the basement was not a nice welcome home gift. Thank God it was only rain water, not sewage, and nothing was seriously damaged.

I assign having a lovely dream that I mysteriously appeared in Britain on a train, in London to be exact, with my grandparents. Then having to wake up from it. :(

I really miss England and Wales (Scotland we didn't go to).

I second that. I too continue having dreams where I am still in the UK, on a train and everything is wonderful.

I assign packing my things for moving, and my dislike for doing it. Now I shall get off the computer and get to work! :rolleyes:

Yes, a train going through that lovely green country, passing rows of beautiful brick houses, going from giant smog-filled city to tiny picturesque village. Ahh. I should assign that to the Shire!

Yes, packing and moving can all be sent to Mordor. Good riddance. No wait, I think that Mordor is too good for it!
Of all of the cruel and unusual punishments parents could lay down on their children, moving has got to be the worst. And all this time you think "What did I do wrong to deserve this torture?" :(

If you woke up before having to navigate your way around the London Underground, you should count yourself lucky.:p

So do I. Especially Wales. ++Cymru to the Shire

We were just about to go on the Underground, actually. But if you have a map the Tube isn't that difficult to navigate. Only the first day that you're in London. When we arrived we actually had a couple of people ask us if we needed help navigating. Ah, fun times.

Wales has glorious scenery! We drove through it. Well, Wales has glorious scenery when there isn't a hedge or brick wall obstructing our view. :p

I miss Wales because we didn't go there when I was in Britain... oh, a long time ago. Going on forty years. England and Scotland we toured, and they were marvelous, especially since I was part of a touring choir and we got to perform in some magnificent places. If only we'd been there a bit longer... *sigh*

Oh! Some of the churches in Britain are marvellous! They are old and lovely. I think that my favourite building is the Palace of Westminster, though. Gorgeous.

You can always stay longer in Britain. I don't think that anybody could stay long enough to see every grand thing there.

I will now assign tornadoes and their attendant thunderstorms. I just came up from the basement, where my husband is still vacuuming up rainwater, to try to get hold of my sister, who lives about two miles away. She lost power while we were talking (yes, I know you should get off the phone when it's storming, but she called first, and didn't know that there was a tornado heading her way). A tree came down in her backyard and hit her building, and she thought it was just strong wind. She's okay, thank God, but she still has no power, and I suspect it'll be a while before she gets it back. Lots of damage all over the place. I hope nobody was hurt -- and thank heavens for old fashioned land line phones that care naught for power failures and damage to cell towers.

:eek: Tornadoes certainly go to Mordor, along with people who know how to use correct or at least passable spelling/grammar but don't bother to do so. It causes me almost physical pain to see mistakes like its/it's, your/you're, no capitalization or punctuation in something posted online - you get the idea.

Ah, yes, these spelling and grammar mistakes drive me up the wall too whenever I see them and I'm not even a native speaker. I second their assignement to Mordor.
I also wish to send floods to Mordor and the resulting train delays. Last week, my train was six hours late - which meant six more hours to spend in that train to the already thirteen I had to spend anyway. I'm also sending the conductor who was conveniently absent when we were all demanding an explanation. I still have no idea what exactly happened that made us so late.

I assign putting a new band on a wristwatch. Those spring pins could have been designed by Morgoth himself for our torment.

Seeing your brilliant giant of a father diminished in mind and body with no hope of Gandalf coming to restore him.

I know what I assign today...a fight with my best friend over nothing. We were talking about the difference between the 'popularity' of a book and 'actual talent', and I gave the examples of Twilight and Harry Potter as popular books. Of course, she already knows I respect the HP series, but this time she kept insisting that I was deliberately trying to insult it, which I was not, and I said so.
She actually walked away in a huff O.O after saying that Lord of the Rings is as bad as Twilight...
Christ...

I assign my credit card, which is (1) but an extension of my dad's and (2) not even useful when ordering stuff at Amazon. :( What else might be the purpose of my job then?

The film project I got casually involved with a few months ago and which I'm trying to find a way to exit from gracefully, as the script gets worse with each draft and it becomes more and more apparent that the "professional screenwriter" responsible for it is actually a.) inept, b.) not, in fact, professional, and c.) loony.

The woman's sheer nerve and determination I might assign to Orthanc, if I didn't happen to think it more the result of a prolonged manic episode than anything else.

This thing is going to crash and burn so badly... :eek: I mean, it may be the worst screenplay I've ever read, and that's saying something.:(

I assign foolish work drama. We are not bratty children, let's stop acting them...*sigh*

I assign this week.
I assign my life in general and the things which have happened. I assign the nastiness that the world threw up in our faces and sadness that has come over my friends; and especially assign being so far away from everyone and everything I know that I am no help at all to those who are closest to me. :(:mad:

This could be a little more sonic....
 

I assign getting Hunter*moment of silence*'s new hard drive enclosure in the mail today, only to realize that I've misplaced my dinky screwdriver and thus can't open the contraption to put his little brain into it.

Also, nearly slitting my wrist with a steak knife trying to rectify the above. (I'm fine.)