Next time, I'm going to make somebody

skip out on work and take me to the midnight showing. But not this year -



which does not mean I am not uber excited Re: the new Harry Potter movie. (Wanna make something of it?)

Image via momentarily

If only I could put it in my pocket

I can think of nothing worth noting about my day. It has been filled with a whole lot of nothing much besides

• sunlight carrying the slight breeze through the windows,

• corn on the cob and steak on the grill,

• the common bird calls mixing with the voices of the kids across the street

A quiet Sunday, exemplified.

Next Sunday, we shall have company aplenty, for it is my grandmother's 92nd birthday. And I know that there will be a moment - between all the cousins playing catch up, and the baby-hogs vying for baby-time, and the much longed for camaraderie of family - when I long for just a little bit of today's peace and quiet.

Because they make a good point about Dumbledore

who should have just TOLD Harry that Voldemort could read his thoughts instead of hiding from him for an entire school year... Check out this article, about lazy wizards. The highlight:

Gargamel is a hermit "wizard" who is the Smurfs' main antagonist. At various times he either wants to capture the Smurfs and use them as part of a potion that creates gold, or he wants to eat them. The Smurfs are a versatile resource for Gargamel.

The case against him:
If successful wizarding were baseball, Gargamel would be the White Sox. His only goal in life is to capture the Smurfs and since all Smurfs are roughly the size of squirrels and subsist almost entirely on a diet of Smurfberries, one would conclude that a basic knowledge of mousetraps would do the trick.

Instead, Gargamel, with the entire arsenal of potions from the wizarding world at his disposal, launches infuriatingly complicated Rube Goldbergian magical schemes, and completely fails every single time.

Being outsmarted by a Smurf is like being outsmarted by one of your shoes. The Smurfs each fulfill a specific function in their little communist utopia, such as being bashful, vain or gay. Take them out of that element and they have no idea how to cope outside of screaming their blue heads off to get Papa Smurf to rescue them. The fact that Papa Smurf usually does rescue them by using his own magical powers means that Papa Smurf is actually a far greater wizard than Gargamel. By extension this probably also means that one of your shoes is likely a far greater wizard than Gargamel.

From The 7 Most Powerful Wizards Too Lazy To Use Their Powers

Must be making plans for HP 6 soon... am VERY excited.

"That's the way to catch a beau..."

That's from More New Math. Let me just add that NTE's Insomnia = The Pull-out Couch of Death (TM) + YouTube Videos of Haley Mills Movies = Having "PollyaANNNAAAA" or the totally anti feminist lyrics from Femininity "You must walk feminine, talk feminine, smile and beguile feminine ... Hide the real you" in your head all freaking day long.


Just in case you were wondering what "every girl should know"



You're welcome. (bangs head against desk) Go play Jeopardy, boost your IQ.

"Any change, even a change for the better, is always accompanied by drawbacks and discomforts."

Arnold Bennett

Tell me about it. Feeling beat tonight, I'll be back tomorrow.

Check out this amazing discussion by Aimee Mullins about the intersection of disability and design. Highlight:

So people society once considered disabled can now become the architects of their own identities and indeed continue to change those identities by designing their bodies from a place of empowerment.

Who likes parenthesis?

I hope it's you, because this post is full of 'em.

Only Lil Girl showed up today, and she showed up in her best mood. We watched thunderclouds roll through and looked for rainbows when they were gone. (But we didn't find any) We ate all sorts of cheese based meals (mac and cheese, grilled cheese) with very little nutritional value whatsoever and pre-meal whining was at minimum.(Fruit? Never heard of it. And sadly, there were no green beans at hand, so vegetables were also a no go.) We watched half of Toy Story 2 and she fell asleep during the first song of our 'quiet music' playlist. (With a pillow over her face: safety is our call word around here.) (I didn't leave it on, don't worry. But, seriously, who falls asleep like that?) My camera stopped working, but I'm hoping(/pretending) that it's just that the batteries were too low, so I'm charging them all again. (Two pairs of batteries, and the screen was still shutting off... I can NOT afford to buy a camera right now, so let's all say a little chant that it was just the batteries.) I watched 3 minutes of the Michael Jackson coverage and bawled, and was quite glad to miss out on the rest of it. (Blah. I do not know why people cannot understand that if somebody in your family dies, you would like to be left the hell alone... the only part I saw was that little girl crying, and HOW can anybody not be touched by that?) My brother picked up his child before the sun set (for the first time in over a month) and she was ready to go when he got here. And now I am writing to all of you, getting ready for Jeopardy (Remind me to finish that post about Grandmother's house and Jeopardy, so that you can understand how important that is), and being glad that my heating pad is working again (yesterday it decided to not work. At all.)

How did your day go?