Saturday, July 21, 2007
So we now have the stupid book...
I never fully appreciated how big a phenomenon this whole Potter thing is until about two hours ago, when I couldn't find a parking lot at the Borders/Movie theater, and it wasn't because I Now Pronounce You Chuck & Larry is going to break box office records.
On an unrelated tangent, the Chuck & Larry movie should be considered an in-kind contribution to the Romney and Obama campaigns. Seriously, the New York Fire Department's pension rules are so messed up that firemen have to fake gay marriages to make sure their kids are protected? Boy, any mayor or senator who was on the job when the system was getting that bad must suck and suck hard.
Back to the Potter party,
I think one of these kids is not as clear on the concept as the others, maybe. Anyway, I showed up at Borders at 11:58 without having reserved a book, so I was issued a moron wristband with the other idiots who just showed up and expected a book.
Or, as J.K. Rowling might put it - the stupid sorting hat put me in Hufflepuff.
Anyway, we got two copies of the books, because the wife will be damned if she's going to wait for me to read it, and she's also going to be damned if she has to wait too long for me to read it so she can talk about it. Bottom line - keeping the wife out of hell is going to be hard.
Fortunately, this weekend begins the annual prosecutor conference, which is on the beach, because studies have shown that you learn much better when there's a beach nearby, so I should have the thing read in a couple of days.
Feel free to wreck the plot in comments if you must.
On an unrelated tangent, the Chuck & Larry movie should be considered an in-kind contribution to the Romney and Obama campaigns. Seriously, the New York Fire Department's pension rules are so messed up that firemen have to fake gay marriages to make sure their kids are protected? Boy, any mayor or senator who was on the job when the system was getting that bad must suck and suck hard.
Back to the Potter party,
I think one of these kids is not as clear on the concept as the others, maybe. Anyway, I showed up at Borders at 11:58 without having reserved a book, so I was issued a moron wristband with the other idiots who just showed up and expected a book.
Or, as J.K. Rowling might put it - the stupid sorting hat put me in Hufflepuff.
Anyway, we got two copies of the books, because the wife will be damned if she's going to wait for me to read it, and she's also going to be damned if she has to wait too long for me to read it so she can talk about it. Bottom line - keeping the wife out of hell is going to be hard.
Fortunately, this weekend begins the annual prosecutor conference, which is on the beach, because studies have shown that you learn much better when there's a beach nearby, so I should have the thing read in a couple of days.
Feel free to wreck the plot in comments if you must.
