the LAST Harry Potter

yep. i mean it.

i just finished, i dunno, #5? whichever one has preceeded the movie that's about to be released to throngs of drooling movie goers who'll be shelling out $20 a ticket to sit in crowded theaters where their feet will stick to the floor and soda may very well be poured down their collective backs. Yeeeees i might join those poor slobs. but i digress. Order of the Phoenix! That's it. And i've decided who will die at the very endiddly-end.

Potter bites it.

That's right. He croaks. Swims with the proverbial fishes. Takes a dirt nap.

I don't want to spoil this for you -though if you're one of the few who peruse my blog, the chances that you're poring over these 6th grade summer reading books is slim to none- so i won't tell you the end of the OotP. Lets just say Rowlings giveth and she taketh away. That's her favorite plot device. Poor poor Harry, how can things get any worse? Take that for 300 pages. Blah blah blah, 800 pages and 9 hours of my life i'll never get back later, and little Harry is on top of the world.

So i'm predicting his demise. By dying, our little glassy-eyed protagonist will get back everything he's lost.

Agree? Disagree? i don't care. To be honest, the books are just 3 inch thick, hard covered nuggets of mental masturbation. No real redeeming literary value, (hi, a wolfman named Lupin? I think i was more clever than that in 5th grade under the tutelage of Mr. Hamilton) but definitely useful in taking ones weary little mind off the real world.

So what's next after Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows?


Harry Potter and the Great Hereafter.

too much

in response to a dear friends comment...

it appears there is just too darn much going on in my skull to get it out on this blog.

i have les pieds frois as maybe les frrench say.
my dog is sick again.
said sick dog has already cost me close to $2500 and will likely cost lots more.
someone might have reappeared in my life which might cause me huge issues and might alter the course of my otherwise dull life.
what was to be a wooden spoon wedding with paperplate reception has turned into a professional kitchenaid with all the attachments and a catered ordeal complete with butlers.
my career bores me -i find no greater purpose or good in it.
i very much dislike where i exist(town/county/state/country).
my car needs serious repair/maintenance work sure to cost nothing less than several hundred dollors, quite possibly lots more.
i frequently feel that i'm single-handedly planning and executing this kitchenaid with all of its attachments.
my future inlaws are flying in on friday.
i have a dentist appointment looming for that same friday that the inlaws arrive.

so as you can see, my brain is an f*ing mess. i can't seem to keep focused on much of anything for any significant period of time.