All posts in: harry potter

06 Aug 2011

generation gap

I like Harry Potter. Don’t get me wrong.

But unlike many folks I’ve met, I did not grow up waiting for the day that I would wake up and have an owl to deliver my Hogwarts letter.

I was born a few years too early, I guess

Me?

I am still waiting for the day

that I wake up

and my life is a musical.

16 Jul 2011

so about that movie…

Um.

I didn’t see it yet.

I HAVE LOST ALL GENX/Y CHILDREN’S LIT STREET CRED!

Okay. Well. I WANTED to see it. Some of my more-credentialed-children’s-lit friends went to a midnight showing… but it was like 7 hours away and it was confusing and I didn’t know when Lance was getting back from New York and… bah. Some of my slightly-less-credentialed-children’s-lit friends went to the first show on Friday afternoon…

but by that point, I was sucked back into reading The Goblet of Fire and looking forward to re-watching the movie…

so I made this extremely-important, completey-life-altering decision to keep reading and keep watching the movies.

And once I finish the 7th book (ETA, end of August) then I’ll watch HP7.1 and then see HP7.2.

Glad I could share that with all of you.

02 Jul 2011

like.hate

Things I Like

1. Comic adaptations of novels I still (despite grad school) love.

2. Re-reading the Harry Potter books and then watching each movie as I finish a book. I’m on number three!

That is quite a movie poster…

nice face/nice hair/nice creepy stair, Rupert Grint/Emma Watson/Daniel Radcliffe

3. Fancy drinks. I made this one – the Redhead in Bed – but mine didn’t look so pretty. But I wanted to do something special with the last farmshare strawberries of the season!

I didn’t follow the recipe exactly and may have gotten myself and my roommates drunk. While we watch Harry Potter.

WHUPS!

Things I Hate

1. Feeling swamped with homework already, before my second class has even started. I had to read this book in 24 hours.

And it took me about 100 pages to notice the book’s cover and therefore feel self-conscious about reading it on the bus. Nice.

2. Being underemployed. I put out a major fire at work on Friday involving this book:

It involved two hours of near-constant attention at work, doing things beyond my job description perhaps, and was followed by three or four hours of decompressing from the experience afterwards.

All because the people who actually earn salaries and should have been carrying the fire hose were on vacation for the 4th of July.

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3. Not being able to eat a breakfast sandwich at Sorella’s every morning.

I didn’t take a picture but can you picture….

– fried eggs

– American cheese

– avocado

– sprouts

– lox

all on an English muffin?

I hate that I have to make my own breakfast tomorrow.

19 Jun 2011

patriarchy

Hi, Dad.

I was going to call you, but then I went over my first assignment with my roommate and realized I got half the questions wrong so I had to sit down and get the work done.

Now, it is 9 o’clock and the homework isn’t quite done. I haven’t taken a shower since Friday. The laundry isn’t folded. And the kitchen is trashed.

I cooked greens… with beets. But they were actually good. I think you would have liked them. And some homemade macaroni and cheese. Which you wouldn’t have liked because you don’t like eating so much cheese… but there was cauliflower in it!

Anywho, I just finished reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone this afternoon and am now watching the movie while I pound out the rest of this assignment.

Remember how you read the books to Caroline and Dorothy and decided to pronounce Hagrid “hay-grid,” Hermione “her-mee-oh-nee,” and Crabbe and Goyle “crabby and goy-lee?”

Remember 10 years earlier, when you read me The Neverending Story and decided to pronounce Fantastica “fantastica” and I got indignant because in the movie, it’s called “Fantasia,” and you said “I already decided how to read it, I can’t change my mind!”

I hope you had a good day today. I won’t call you tomorrow because I have to work 10 a.m. to 9 p.m.

Maybe Tuesday.

Fantastically yours,

Jessica