News and Special Feelings!

So I always thought the Harry Potter series kinda sucked donkey nuts. I read the first one a few years ago and was unimpressed. I didn't like having to learn all those stupid words. I know enough stupid words already. But then I got talked into reading the second one and felt about the same.

But Casey Holford (who is generally a smart and reliable source) is a fan. A big one. He's a guy who, given a small amount of prodding, would dress up like Buckbeak and wait outside Barnes and Noble on opening day. Maybe not one in New York where people might run into him. But if he was in Nebraska or something...

Anyway, he told me to give the series one more chance. And I did. And I got hooked. I still don't know if they're any good at literature. But who cares? I can't put the fuckers down. It's affecting my dreams. It's affecting my job. I keep missing cues at Avenue Q cuz I gotta find out what happened to Neville Longbottom's parents.

So I have one left to read. And then it's over. And I see that look on people's faces who are reading it on the subway (and every subway car has at least 2 people reading it). They're enjoying it but they're sad because it's almost over. I'm a little sad too. I'm sad that it's over and I'm sad that I was such a snob about them for so long and I'm sad that I will probably never actually see Casey dressed up like a flying lizzard. Life is cruel.