Libby’s so precious

Earlier this week, a news story aired on local stations and was posted on their websites. I will use the story from News Channel 8 as my example.

Basically there was a man who was killed here in Iowa and his body was found by some hunters. He was wearing something VERY similar to this ring, which investigators referred to as having unusual engravings on it that may mean something to someone and possibly lead to the i.d. of the victim. The funny thing is that the unusual engravings that couldn’t be read by any of the investigators or maybe the news crew that reported the story is ELVISH. Elvish, yes. Had the head detective taken it home to his fifteen-year-old son, perhaps they would have broken the case without having taken it to the media. My thought is that a cameraman at the newsroom HAD to have seen it and kept his mouth shut because it amused him. Not that I’m saying all photojournalists are LOTR geeks, but come ON.

They further described the guy, stating he was around 20 and either white or Hispanic. They described his clothing as well, but identification is apparently difficult and they couldn’t even give an actual height of the individual, listing him as approximately 5′3″ to 5′6″.

My reaction to the height is: It’s approximate? Don’t they have the body? Can’t they measure it?

Libby’s reaction to the height is far better. Last night at dinner we were talking about it.

Libby: I was like, “Five-three…Elvish ring…Is it…Frodo? Maybe he didn’t make it to Mordor after all.”

Me: *snort*

And the LOTR references flowed for a bit before we stopped ourselves. Because really, we could have gone on all night.