27 July 2009

Nothing

I have nothing to say today, too much to say, actually, so I will just leave this quote, which I hope sums it up. I think it does.
Quote for July 27, 2009:
It is worms which destroy a tree, it is worry which destroys a man.
-Turkish proverb

26 July 2009

Feeling blue, Indigo?

A few days ago, I posted a post about the fact that I am an Anglophile. Obviously, most of my favorite characters are British as well. Like Indigo Casson, from the books by Hilary McKay, about the Casson family. He has a friend, Tom Levin, who says, Feeling blue, Indigo? In my head, he says this in a British accent even though he is not British. He is from New York.
Our current family vacation is not quite decided yet. We could go to Mt. Rushmore, Smoky Mountains, or New York. My brother wants to go to New York, because of many reasons. One is to go to the 600th floor of the Empire State Building. Although my mother tried explaining to him that there is no 600th floor, he replied that mere mortals cannot see it. (For all non-Percy Jackson readers, the 600th floor is the location of Mt. Olympus.)
I want to go anywhere, really, but New York would be really cool. Especially because of Tom Levin! Whenever Rose, a certain character, imagines Tom in New York, she imagines him in front of a large sign that says NEW YORK. I would do the same thing, and hold up a stupid picture of Hello Kitty as Tom that happened to be drawn a while ago, despite several protests that that was insulting. Yeah. Sure.

Quote for July 26, 2009:
The family is always the family but during vacations it is an extended family and that is exhausting.
-Gertrude Stein

24 July 2009

England, Scotland

I am an obsessed Anglophile. My dreams consist of heading off to the UK when I'm older, being rich and nomadic, and living happily ever after surrounded by utter Britishness.
Enter sarcastic people, crushing my hopes and dreams with their criticizing looks. Like my brother. He dreams of going to Austrailia, and he makes fun of me. Whatever.
But that is my major goal right now. London. Or Scotland, where JK Rowling lives! (I had to do my customary HP plug.)
But the UK will have to wait! Because I, much to my dismay, am still a minor, with dreams of grandeur that might not happen, except in my head.
Quote for July 24, 2009:
I've been walking about London for the last thirty years, and I find something fresh in it every day.
-Walter Besant (1901)

23 July 2009

Neville

I am, if you have not guessed, an HP junkie. It's my life. K is watching Goblet of Fire for, I don't know, the nine millionth time. And I was thinking about Neville. Oh, poor, poor Neville Longbottom. The Boy-It-Could-Have-Been. But Neville Longbottom and the Philosopher's Stone isn't half so catchy, is it? And, like Harry was wondering in the sixth book, it would have changed everything. If Alice Longbottom hadn't died for her son, if Lily hadn't died for Harry, would it have deferred to the other? Or would Voldemort still be going strong?
There are so many people at school who hate Harry Potter. My friend Lauren was saying that she doesn't like magic stories, so she doesn't read it.
As I've said-repeatedly-it's not a series of funny words and wand-waving. It's very, very principle-centered. It's about love, courage, good/evil. Besides, it's funny.
And before any sarcastic person asks me how much I'm getting paid to give a sales-pitch for these books, I'm not. I love them, the characters, how human they are. I'm doing this out of my own free will. But my wallet is running on empty. If anyone feels obliged to throw a few dollars my way, I'm not one to object.
But Neville. The name of this post. He's not my favorite, never has been, never will be. Ginny and Ron Weasley are much cooler. But Neville has always been pitiful, a bit pathetic, really. And as the series goes on, he gets stronger, cooler, actually. I can see him as the Chosen One, if it came to that. He slayed Nagini, after all. So I do like him, I suppose. But frankly, I would choose a Weasley over anyone else in the series any day.

Contests

I hate contests.
Namely, sweepstakes. Why, you ask? Because, my dear sirs and madams, I never win. It's awful not to let me win. If you are thinking about sweepstaking something utterly cool, don't even bother anymore. Just send the prize/prizes to me. Like an espionage mission, we can switch suitcases.
This sweepstake in question was, of course, a Harry Potter sweepstake. (Is it sweepstake or sweepstakes? Is sweepstakes a plural or a normal non-plural word? These are the questions that haunt me....) And it wasn't just one prize, it was several! I had so many chances, and yet I didn't get one. Grrrrr. And even if I had one, chances were I never would have used it, but now we'll never know, will we?
Quote for July 23, 2009:
"If I win I'm a prodigy. If I lose then I'm mad. That is the way history was written."
-Artemis Fowl, from Artemis Fowl by Eoin Colfer