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Harry Potter And We Can All Finally Get A Life

Posted on July 21, 2007 at 5:01 pm

Nina put it so well – this is the kiasu fandom, possibly the scariest one I’ve encountered. But, it did make me a little sad not to be with friends who are so inclined to dress up. However, it was totally made up by the fact that while these young adults had their long-suffering mothers by their sides to get coffee and McMuffins the moment McDonald’s opened, I had runners who did my every bidding. Bwahahaha. It pays to know someone who only wants the Cliff’s Notes version.

Lining up was scary – at 4am in the bloody cold rain. With people in elaborate costumes wtf. Now the singing is one thing, but when a whole bunch of women chant, “Snarry for-evah!!” at the top of their lungs, and then hearing some little kid go, “Mummy, what’s a snarry?” You are bound to go all kinds of o_O. Dude, keep it PG.

Being evil, I opened up to the last chapter, much to the horror of people passed by, and proceeded to mutter all sorts of extremities upon discovery every last damn guess I made was wrong. Then I figured, why not call Nina, TJ and Lil just to be extra evil? TJ hung up on me. Psh.

Upon getting home I enforced radio silence until I’ve finished, and now can finally get online again. Although the urge to spit out every spoiler imaginable lingers, doing so would do most good on Wikipedia.

So, epilogue = fanfic? Yes.

Finally – does the UK children’s cover look a bit funny to you? Maybe it should be called Stargate: The Deathly Hallows.


Does it look like a Stargate or what?

Adventures in a real bookstore

Posted on June 3, 2006 at 4:36 pm

There is a certain level of dependence you get when shopping with a computer. Be it eBay or Amazon, you don’t realise how little contact you have with people until you venture out into real stores.

Admittedly, my dependence on Amazon is absolute. Why? Because the moment a book or DVD is released, my unrestrained Id screams I want it now now NOW!, and I comply with a few clicks of the mouse. Within a week my order arrives at my front door. No hassle, no fuss. No human contact. I like it because stupid human beings are what makes real life shopping experiences hell on earth.

Today, after what seemed like an eternity, I ventured into Borders. Ack, where do I start? What do I look for? True to my nature, I headed straight for the science fiction/fantasy section. That was when I was reminded as to why sometimes, visiting a real bookstore is better than simply browsing through Amazon.

I had brought my Big Damn Heroes* messenger bag with the purpose of stuffing it with purchases from Borders. As I stood in a corner by the sci-fi/fantasy section, away from human traffic, my nose buried in the first few pages of Star Trek Voyager: String Theory Book 1, a fellow nearby came up to speak to me, asking about my bag.

And in a bookstore, two Browncoats connected. We chatted about Firefly, going through familiar motions usually expressed by typing instead of speaking. It was fun, talking to another Browncoat about the ‘verse.

We parted ways about ten minutes later, him to hunt down his boyfriend, and me to the lower level of the store where I picked up A Brief History of Time and The Great War for Civilisation: The Conquest of the Middle East, on top of Star Trek Voyager: String Theory Books 1, 2 and 3.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m still as dependent on Amazon as I am on oxygen to breathe, but that experience at Borders was definitely new and memorable. Who would have thought that venturing out of the comfort zone of online shopping would connect you, however briefly, with a non-stupid human being who happens to share your enthusiasm for an awesome fandom?

*designed, hand-made and purchased from Looking Glass Designs. Holly is very friendly and will help custom-make a bag for you.

Son of a Witch (review)

Posted on May 19, 2006 at 2:53 pm

I’ve meant to put this up sooner, a sort-of review of Son of a Witch, sequel to Greg Maguire’s Wicked, of which the musical of the same name was based on. Although the same can’t be said of its storyline.

Haz has a very vocal love-hate relationship with the musical. While I do like the music, however, like Haz, I find the storyline irksome because my god, the musical totally misses the damn point of the book.

SPOILERS AHEAD. I have tried to leave as much out as possible, but you have been warned.

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