Monday, June 29, 2009

'Tis a silly place

I've been quiet for the past little while, having nothing really to say other than how it's summer, and I'm being almost entirely unproductive.

Therefore, I give you another silly post about Harry Potter.

For those unaware, there is a Harry Potter Musical, done by a bunch of people and posted on YouTube. I have yet to watch it, but it is definitely something I'm planning on doing. I've heard it's very funny, and a couple of my die-hard Harry Potter fans have told me that what makes it funny is it's a parody that's done by actual Harry Potter fans, as opposed to Harry Potter haters.

For some reason, I find parodies are always funnier (more funny?) when they're done by fans, instead of haters. Does anybody have a theory on why that is?

Unfortunately, it had to be taken off YouTube for a while, due to copyright issues or something. Apparently there's a video of one of the people involved explaining exactly what's going on, and saying that they're just tweaking things a bit and then they'll put it back up.

Which, naturally, lead to a very amusing conversation between me and my brother, discussing how things could be tweaked.

My first suggestion was to call it Parry Hotter, the Musical. That lead us to make up other names such as Gryffinclaw, Ravendor, Slytherpuff, and Hufflin.

And for some reason we decided that all Hufflin's are gangsters, all Slytherpuff's smoke, Gryffinclaw's fight a lot and Ravendors...well, I don't think we every found a purpose for the Ravendors.

Then I started thinking about the house names and animals. Ravenclaw, pretty apparent that it's animal would be a raven, or at lest some sort of bird. Slytherin, sounds very snake like to me. Gryffindor has the sound of a lion...gryffin and all. But Hufflepuff? Where does one get the idea for a badger from that?

Maybe they should have called it something more appropriate, like Hufflebadger, or Badgerpuff. Personally, I'm all for the second. In which case, the symbol for such a house should be a badger holding a cigarette.

Which of course would call into question the issue of animal rights, which would force us to tell everybody that it's an animagus, so no damage to animals was really done.

In other news, I saw my first Harry Potter trailer yesterday for the new movie, and now I'm so excited.


"How do Slurpees work anyways? I mean, I understand putting ice into your drink. But putting drink into ice?"

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Just for a change of pace

So, remember that post I did a while back? The one where I was reading about Canadian history, and how fascinating it is, and how I wish I could have learned more of it in school?

Well, following those lines, I shall yet again tell you about what I'm reading now. Only there's a slight difference.

It's not exactly about Canadian history.

Actually, it's Harry Potter.

Okay, so maybe they're not similar. I just thought it was funny how my last post about my reading was very thoughtful and such on and so forth, and this time I've been reduced to Harry Potter.

Having said that, I don't think the whole Harry Potter series is trash. I quite enjoy it. Although, remember to take all my book ratings with a grain of salt. I'm also the person who enjoys Twilight.

And having said that, I shall now make a plea that you don't all comment on this post with 'How can you like Twilight?!' and such on. I just do. Deal with it. I don't care if you don't, and I happen to know that it's not even great writing.

But that's for another time.

My point for tonight is that I love how Rowling makes her characters grow up. I've read a few other series which take place over a few years, and yet their characters show very little growth. Particularly in the teenage stage of life. Sure, they go through a silent stage, but that's pretty much it. But Rowling, I believe, does quite well.

Especially in the last three books. The fifth one, I've actually decided, is my least favorite Harry Potter book.

(It just occurred to me that I may want to put a spoiler alert right here. So there you have it.)

Not really because of the plot. But because Harry's in his whole angst/emo stage of life, and all he does is yell at everybody. All the time. Through the whole book. It gets extremely frustrating after a while. I seriously just want him to shut up. He's perpetually angry. Which I suppose he has some reason, given his whole life situation and everything, but even so. He didn't yell nearly as much as in the previous four books.

However, the sixth is probably my favorite. I only say this, because in the sixth book, everybody is making out. All over Hogwarts. All the time. Which I find so funny, because that's exactly what high school is like. You just go around catching people making out. It's ridiculous. And hilarious.

Anyways, I should try and get to bed early-ish (ha) because of my late night last time, and thusly missing out on my running this morning. That shall not happen again.


"It's a hot chocolate kind of day, isn't it?"

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Comforting thoughts

Real friendship is always caring.
Real friendship is telling secrets.
Real friendship is keeping secrets.
Real friendship is late nights.
Real friendship is noticing when you're missing.
Real friendship is worrying about it.
Real friendship is partying hard and recovering slowly.
Real friendship is never judging.
Real friendship is getting mad, but knowing you'll still be there after.
Real friendship is keeping a watchful eye, just in case.
Real friendship is knowing how far to let go before pulling back.
Real friendship is making mistakes.
Real friendship is moving on.
Real friendship is listening.
Real friendship is calling at 10 pm and spending the night.
Real friendship is knowing you can cry.
Real friendship is dropping everything to come over with a slurpee and chocolate.
Real friendship is letting you be stupid, but not that stupid.
Real friendship is not talking for 6 months, and picking up right where you left off.
Real friendship is not afraid of distance.
Real friendship is not afraid of silence.
Real friendship is always different.
Real friendship is always changing.
Real friendship is everything.
Real friendship is everywhere.
Real friendship cannot be defined.


(PS: big thanks to Melda for the head banner. She did an awesome job on it.)

Friday, June 12, 2009

Procrastinating sleep

Once again, I find myself in that odd place. Where, for that moment, I feel like just showing the world who I am. Putting all those silly walls and barriers down for a few moments and just telling everybody my thoughts, my feelings, and myself.

Because sometimes I just get tired of the way everybody, in some way or another, goes about their life pretending to be somebody else. The way we tend to walk around holding a mask in front of us, showing only what we want to be seen, and making the rest up as we go along.

Although I guess that is part of life. Making things up. Improvising. Doing what you need to do to just get through another day and keep moving.

I'm in a pensive mood, but my thoughts won't slow down or organize themselves enough for them to be turning into blogging thoughts. So I shall leave you with that, and the promise that this subject will eventually return. Subjects like this always return.


"After you've finished practicing everything for your teacher, go back and practice certain passages like this, for your conductor."