what hath happened?

I thought we had it good. He was a fictional representation of the sort of man that, if existed, did so centuries ago, only without straight teeth and permanent five-day stubble trimmed just right... Ahh Arragorn, ranger, king, hero.... dark, haunted, so unreachable, so desirable, so cute wielding that big sword...

but then...

I saw him on the television airing of LoTR

what is he without the pomp of the media frenzy? without Hollywood to help him keep that constant wet-hair and permanent five day stubble look? Who is he without that big sword and his fruity elf friend, who, mind you, still looks pretty?

I mean, I'm trying, I'm really trying here, but I think I'm in trouble here, I'm suffering a major paradox shift or something, because Frodo's looking pretty good, Arragorn a bit, well, preachy and bossy and 'oh i'm all kingly like.'

Oh the despair, oh how it makes me broody and contemplative and um, despair-ey and somehow, cute...

ahhhh hep me hep me must...not...fall...for....despairey hobbits....

Next, it'll be Boromir....

I must say though, I've always liked Faramir.

And how, you may wonder, is this relevant?

It's not, really. It's just on, and oh wait, wait, he's speaking elvish... nah, false alarm.

the point is...

I'm turning into a hobbit.