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Lord of the Exchange

*Note: Please read Tsubame, Gambit and Sausalito's most recent entries before reading this one.*

The war wages on for middle blog earth. Men grow weak and evil will prevail. Hearts of men, grow small filled only by the quest for power and fortune. Sausalito is made to stand alone, betrayed by Gambit who sits idle far away in the kingdom of Montreal.

The air is cold and I am alone. All I have left are some cookies from the elves of the western skies. One Peak Frean cookie is enough to fill the stomach of a man and last for a day. I sit there high up on the snow covered peak of Blackcomb waiting for the signal. The beacon which is a call for help to relay back to the other peaks. All which end up back in the kingdom of Montreal for Gambit to respond.

For twenty six straight days stinging cold rain falls from the dark clouds. Bjorn the white wizard flies above in his falcon with no glass. Looking on there is a continuous ceiling of blackness in the sky which clear a path for the armies of the evil capitalist pigs as they march out to the city of SanFran. All hopes lie in Tsubame as he struggles to make his way to Mount Pele. Fire and lava spew into the air signaling the verocity and might of the great eye. In his right hand he clutches the glass lense. With a focal length of 600 millimeters, the great eye seas all through the glass. It is thought that only a few remain on middle blog earth. However, the great evil grows and has already begun to take hold of Tsubame. Cursing to himself, fighting as a normal halfling while crawling on the sharp rocks of Mount Pele. They pierce his skin. He is bloodied in frustration vowing to take the ring while at the same time wanting the photos for himself. For glory. For Vanity. That which a tiny adjustment of the ring can bring all into sharp focus and to him.

Only the rocks formed from the lava of Mount Pele can scratch the ring. The inscriptions remain intack, markings of the words of the great eye, "F4-5, 100-300mm Tokino aspherical lense". The ring must be cast back into the depths of Mount Pele from whence it was made.

Men must unite and the king must rise once again. Carrying the tripod which was broken long ago, it has been reforged by fire from the west and Elven sorcery. There is only one who can wield the power of the tripod and lead all men into battle.

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With a budget of 28 million dollars, the new Lord of the Rings musical opened in Toronto last week. In the days before this, my sister lent me her special extended box set of the Lord of the Rings. I planted myself on my couch and watched every minute of this fantastic tale of elves, wizards, evil knights of death and more, all over again.

It was also my sister n law's birthday last week so we went out for korean food at a place called Jang Mo Jib. There are two locations in the lower mainland. One on Robson street downtown. We went to the larger one in richmond. It was good. BBQ beef, squid pancake and the traditional spicy pork stew. Kind of like a hot pot dish which you cook at the table.

Afterwards I got to see some photos from their Hawaiian vacation in November last year. They go there quite often and this time, my brother wanted to do something "manly" as he put it. So they went shark fishing. The boat could hold up to forty people all fishing if they wanted to. Yet only three people signed up. My brother, his wife and an american tourist. I think it was because the trip left at midnight. They had the whole boat to themselves and the tour operators. Large tuna fish was used for bait and my brother caught himself a Mako shark.

Note:All shark photos have been provided by my brother.

Approximately five or so feet long it was much bigger than I expected when he first told me about it.

Smile. The third tourist helped my brother by attempting to cut the hook or line from the mouth with a giant cutter. Half the hook remained as the shark was released back into the ocean to prey on local surfers. Supposedly, it will fall out eventually.

So no shark fin soup. However, his wife caught a few smaller fish which was cooked and served right on the boat.

Whistler was good this weekend. I went up with two friends and met up with another three. The mountain received sixteen centimeters of new snow for us to play in and play we did, not stopping for lunch.

There was a West Jet company tent set up with staff handing out small packs of Peak Frean cookies. The ones with the fruit centres. While walking through the tent, the people offered me a pack of cookies. I said no at first before returning and telling them that I changed my mind. Then I went back and asked for more. I'd be a fool to turn down those cookies. It also doesn't hurt to ask too.

The sun was out on seventh heaven and at one point we all just sat their on the slope. Ahead of us was a large sunken area about fifteen to twenty feet deep and maybe fifty feet wide by twenty feet long. A snowboarder had fallen in and we watched him struggle to get out. It was futile as he tried to climb straight up the soft wall of snow. After some ten minutes or so, he finally figured out that all he had to do was walk out the side instead of up. When he got out, we all cheered. At that point, he must have felt funny as he looked around before finally seeing us in our group looking at him. He raised his hands up in acknowledgement probably with much embarassment.

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