i wrapped up reading this series so i could catch up with the movies, but with this story i needn’t bothered. i’m completely certain, without even having seen the fifth and six movie that this one will suck beyond all the others. its too bad too, because this story was pretty good given how long we’ve known it would be the last in the series.
from the author: of course it is happening inside your head, harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?”
they say the third time is a charm, but when it comes to me avoiding sarcastic or snarky comments its a hurdle just too high to climb.
see you next week when i’ll be back to my usual cynical self.
i just got back mri results of my head – the lab actually reported:
unremarkable mri of the brain
i totally need a second opinion if this radiologist doesn’t find my brain remarkable.
after a week of dwelling on all the things i dislike about my current town, sunday night we went to the local outdoor theater, nestled in the woods nearby campus and enjoyed a terrific show.
the theater is one of the few jewels in town and i so enjoyed the show that its inspired me to attempt an entire week of snarkfree postings.
(for those of you thinking i must have been replaced by a pod – this would be where i would end with something like “see you next monday” – but not to fear we’ll return to our regular programming next monday.)
everything you’ve come to expect in harry potter, plus hormones.
from the author: “there isn’t anyone i want to invite,” mumbled harry, who was still trying not to think about ginny any more than he could help despite the fact that she kept cropping up in his dreams in ways that made him devoutly thankful that ron could not perform legilimency.
while i think its important for there to be opinions other than the “i want my country back fanatics”, i’m almost equally offended at being by the obama camp sending me the flier below that i’m supposed to wave around like a lemming.
near as i can tell no one is standing up for the things i think are important, like: tort reform to limit excessive injury claims and alleviate the burdensome c.y.a. that fills a doctors day instead of providing health care; a quality, affordable public option that would allow me to obtain coverage without a full time job and that i could use across the country without fear of being out of network; changes to the current reimbursement model that favors procedures over wellness care; etc.
when someone starts standing up for things that would benefit the majority of us instead of the special interests i’ll consider standing with them…
well i’m not going to start posting every book i’ve read to my children, but here is a second book i’m going to write about because it contained two paragraphs i though were well worth sharing.
thanks ratakim for the easter present.
from the author:
the only things the mermaid was afraid of were big sharks and killer whales. “they kill us if they can catch us,” she told him. but she was afraid of them in a matter-of-fact, indifferent way, and said that none of her people really thought about them or hated them. “why should we?” she said. “they eat us the way we eat fish. the fish don’t hate us. they swim next to us when they know we’re not hungry, and when we are hungry they get away from us if they can. everything lives on everything.”
the boy was happy, and yet he did not know he was happy, exactly: he couldn’t remember having been unhappy. if one day as he played at the edge of the forest some talking bird had flown down and asked him: “do you like your life?” he would have not known what to say, but would have asked the bird: “can you not like it?”
remember that giant tree i cut down?
well, last week we had company over and my near fold year old daughter told them the tree had melted in to the pile of mulch in our front yard.
its an amazing world toddlers live in.
one of the worse unintended consequences of all these legendary rockers releasing new albums with synthesized vocals to mask their aged voices has been that modern artists have adopted the synthetic sound too.
i could practically sing in to a synthesizer and sound good.
and i’m one of the three worst singers i know.
now i’m only one book away from catching up with the movie franchise. i didn’t give this more stars than the last story, but i will say they are much more engaging to read in rapid succession than years apart.
from the author:
“it’s all right,” said a dreamy voice from beside harry as ron vanished into the coach’s dark interior. “you’re not going mad or anything. i can see them too.”
“can you?” said harry desperately, turning to luna. he could see the bat-winged horses reflected in her wide, silvery eyes.
“oh yes,” said luna, “i’ve been able to see them ever since my first day here.”
social media network site plaxo sent me a friendly reminder yesterday that i have friends who are waiting to connect with me.
i have ignored similar invitations from the other popular social media sites and recently had a dozen plus “friends” of mine blow me off after i invited them to a fantasy football league started by my mate in new zealand.
so now, i’m not only failing at maintaining my real life relationships. i’m also a loser online. and to make matters worse i’m 11 to 1 in a fantasy football league representing the u.s. against new zealand.
i’d never live down the shame of losing in that league… i may have to give up this blog to make sure i have my starting line up right…