I have never. Ever. Wished for a time machine more than I do right now, at this very moment. Soho. December 12. Damn it, damn it, damn it.
I am having a very difficult time trying to decide whether I should:
a) jump up and down, crowing about how the members of the Fellowship themselves would be using a Mac to look up maps to Mordor (had Mapquest been around back then, of course),
or
b) cry piteously because I was not at the store to witness this event and make all four of them fall hopelessly in love with me.
Can I jump up and down and cry and crow all at the same time? Be careful; my broken heart might bleed all over you if you get too close.