I heart Sondre

I know that my love is wrong, and Sondre will never fulfill my deepest whipped-cream and cherry-related fanstasies, (even though, perfect gentleman that he is, he would never brusquely blow me off, but just grin winningly and make me feel even more like the total perv that I undoubtedly am ) ...

But anyone who can refer to himself as a "wee thing" on stage and promise to speak in Norwegian for those who stay until the end of his mammoth, 3 hour set, and yet still rock-out like Merry and Pippin taking on the orcs in the final battle scenes of Return of the King, deserves whatever dame success brings him, even though, maddingly, it is not me.