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EW! A Blog.

July 27, 2007 01:30 PM

According to the Real Age Calculator, I'm 19.4 years old.

Damn skippy. Um, except that would make me not old enough to buy beer, which would be very sad given my great and abundant love for the Bier Stein. It would also make me back in NYC in the middle of spring semester of my sophomore year of college, which was an exciting, dramatic and kind of emo time I'm quite honestly glad to be done with.

Nice to know the internet can shave more than a decade off your actual age, though.

July 26, 2007 12:26 PM

• Confession: I've never read Beowulf. However, the trailer — stellar cast aside — doesn't exactly make me seventeen kinds of excited for the movie. Note to Zemeckis: That Polar Express-style animation? It still looks stupid, even when you're doing strange things to an ancient classic instead of ruining a classic children's book.

• In alt-weekly news, the Chicago Reader has been sold to Creative Loafing, which publishes papers in Atlanta, Charlotte, Tampa and Sarasota. Blog reaction from the Reader is here.

• Remember Sweet Valley High? According to a Publishers Weekly email, the series is getting a relaunch soon — an updated relaunch involving mobile phones and email. It seems like that would take an entire rewrite, not just a surface makeover; remember what happened when somebody posted a purity test on Veronica Mars (ignoring certain issues with how ... OK, no, not nitpicking VM here, not yet)?

• Forget "Is Harry Potter bad?"; the new question is, "Is Junie B. Jones teaching kids bad grammar?" (Login may be required; BugMeNot is your friend.)

• While you're logged in at the NYT, check out artist Hope Larson's OpArt piece, which I am going to go read just as soon as I finish typing here; I'm linking to it already, though, 'cause it's so purdy.

• Still sad about the end of Harry Potter. Still tempted to re-read the entire series now. Still not posting anything even remotely approaching a spoiler, promise. Still engrossed in various message-board threads about HP7.

• Chow! is done! YAY!

I swear I'll get funnier as I post more.

July 24, 2007 03:22 PM

That title is a shout-out to anyone who ever watched MTV's sadly long-long The State. Except it was $500 worth o' puddin'. This is $50 worth o' cheese. Oregon cheese. Cheese that I will happily devour after it serves its intended purpose. Which is not "for rolling in."

I miss good television. Soon we will have cable, and I will have more to talk about. When's the Eco-Challenge on, again?

July 21, 2007 02:02 PM

I keep getting up to refer to the end of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. If I don't stop this, I'll never get anywhere. Though I did have to get up the first time simply because Rowling is not holding back, here; this is a dense, dark, straight-to-it sort of book, no fussing around or dawdling at the beginning.

Like I said, no spoilers here, but I did get a little choked up two or three times already.

Back I go. The boyfriend has been pressed into service as a coffee maker and another cup awaits.

July 21, 2007 10:58 PM

I've finished.

It was worth it and then some.

I can't wait to get through this busy week and start all over again.

July 21, 2007 07:47 PM

I thought it was such a good idea to blog reading Deathly Hallows. I thought it'd be all this, that and the other thing every hundred pages or so.

I CAN'T TEAR MYSELF AWAY.

Not to do other work that needs doing. Not for the complicated project. Not to clean the house for the friend that's coming tomorrow. I did make dinner, and then I ate too much of it (downright decadent homemade mac & cheese, if you were curious).

Even now, the book is calling. Things are happening. Darkness and strife. Excitement and downtime.

I miss certain things, I do. But I shan't tell you what they are. I am adamantly anti-spoiler; it doesn't ruin the story, but it changes the journey, be it a surprise ending or not. You see it differently; it takes a different shape.

My shape today is that of Lump on Couch. Back to it.

July 20, 2007 10:36 PM

It's 10:30 on Friday. I should be out and about, but no; I'm in the middle of a project too absurd to even go into. I keep being tempted by the Harry Potter parties — it's the last book! I've never gone to a midnight party, despite my obsessiveness! — but sometimes it just works out that once you're in for the night, working on a stupid project and sipping Sierra Nevada Bigfoot Barleywine (which you swiped from your boyfriend, if you're me), you're in for good.

But Books Without Borders is just blocks away ...

But if I go alone, I'll feel ... old.

The book will arrive tomorrow. I have some pretty serious guilt about pre-ordering from Amazon, but I did it for my own sanity: If I picked it up at midnight (which, if I go to a party, I will be hard pressed not to do), I wouldn't sleep. I just wouldn't. I read the last one in two days, hardly sleeping. I have a metric fuckton of things to do this weekend, and I need my sleep.

So the reading will start when the post-lady arrives tomorrow, and it'll be documented here. No spoilers, I promise. Just ... reactions. My emotional rollercoaster, in words! And maybe some thoughts about the End of Potter. Or maybe I'll save those for the paper.

Either way, I promise to buy a book at my local independent bookseller within the next month. A hardcover even, to make up for my Potter disloyalty.

I hope you're all having fun out there.

I might still show up.

Maybe.