Over the long weekend I was having an afternoon delight at one of my favorite spots in my neighbourhood. Over cheese, meats, wine and freshly baked cookies Mark informed me that Hobbits are in deed real. I've always claimed myself to be part hobbit (cheerful demeanor, strange feet and always has a second breakfast- sometimes even a second dinner!) but that would be based more on the J.R.R. Tolkien take on a Hobbit and not on what scientist are actually claiming hobbits to be.
interesting isn't it (though a little less magical then I had originally thought.) but it explains why a good chunk of men I date act like lemurs.