For those of you who don't know what a French press is, it was invented by the French knights when they wanted coffee and they were away from their power sockets or horse-powered generators. It consists of a jar of glass with a wire filter attached to a plunger and a lid, which when depressed exerts pressure on the content of the jar, namely the coffee and the boiling water, after which the coffee forms a fine brew when left for 3 to 5 minutes.
...I'm an expert.
I drank it out of a FLAGON. I neglected to take a picture of my flagon, however you can look up the definition of it if you want...it's basicly a mug made of star dust and astroid chunks. Or you could watch the following scene for a good sampling of flagons...
"What's that?" -Pippin
"This, my friend, is a pint! -Merry
"It comes in pints??" -Pippin
...which brings me to my next point. Read on, companions!
You cannot pass! I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the Flame of Anor. The dark fire will not avail you, Flame of Udun! Go back to the shadow. You shall not pass! -Gandalf
I will not say "do not weep", for not all tears are an evil. -Gandalf
How do you pick up the threads of an old life? How do you go on, when in your heart you begin to understand... there is no going back? There are some things that time cannot mend. Some hurts that go too deep, that have taken hold. -Frodo
Sons of Gondor! Of Rohan! My brothers! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me! A day may come when the courage of men fails, when we forsake our friends and break all bonds of fellowship. But it is not this day. An hour of wolves and shattered shields when the age of Men comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we fight! By all that you hold dear on this good Earth, I bid you stand! Men of the West! -Aragon
Epic. Makes me want to stand up and shout "THAT'S WHAT I'M TOLKIEN ABOUT!!!"
that's what i'm tolkien about? O. MY. GOSH. that was hilarious. did you make that up?
ReplyDeleteHAHA noo...it was on the owl city facebook page :D
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