Saturday, July 30, 2011

What Do You Think of Comic-Con this Year?

Today, in honor of my last official Saturday post for a while, and in place of the post that will be going up Monday, I thought I’d go through some of the news from Comic-Con and give my reaction and then get reactions from the rest of you.

Snow White and the Huntsman
I have absolutely no desire to see this movie.  I don’t like Kristen Stewart.  Watching her act is akin to having railroad spikes shoved into the base of my skull an inch at a time.  It’s not that I begrudge any people that do like her, I just can’t stand to hear her talk.  Her awkwardness isn’t charming to me, it’s annoying.  Every…line has to be…delivered like she’s…Will…….iam………….Shatner.

It’s not like I haven’t given her a chance.  I didn’t like the Twilight movies, but that doesn't mean she is a terrible actress, right?  Those movies are just…lukewarm at best.  So I tried to watch The Runaways, that movie about Joan Jett with K Stew and Dakota Fanning.  And I couldn’t stand it!!!  Twenty minutes in I switched it off with a growl.  My wife had already given up and was reading The Hunger Games instead.

Beyond my bias for the actress, there was also the series of underwhelming pictures.  They look like they’re trying to turn Snow White into Tim Burton’s Alice in Wonderland, only without Johnny Depp or any of the other amazing actors in it.  *sigh*  What happened to creative vision?


Man of Steel

I don’t think there was a panel on it, but Henry Cavill mentioned it during his Immortals panel and since it’s being produced by Christopher Nolan…I might need a paper bag to keep myself from hyperventilating from excitement.  DC needs another contender out there.  Batman can’t do everything.  (Side note:  Anyone seen the Dark Knight Rises trailer?  Are you excited, too?)

Ghost Rider 2:  Did Anyone Ask for This?

Apparently they’re making a sequel to Ghost Rider.  Remember Ghost Rider?  No?  I didn't think so.

Fright Night
I have not yet seen the original Fright Night, but I’ve been meaning to get around to it.  I'm stoked for the remake.  Colin Farrell is in it, and he’s a pretty good actor.  But more importantly, THE FREAKIN’ DOCTOR HIMSELF, DAVID TENNANT will be in it.  If you’re not familiar with Doctor Who…shame on you!  Go watch it now!  It's available on Instant on Netflix.  DO IT NOW!!!  Anyway, if you aren’tthen you may be more familiar with him as “Barty Crouch, Jr.” in Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.  He’s a great actor and I’m really excited to see it.  The trailer looks great, and the poster feature David Tennant is the bomb-diggity.

Quick note, however:  one reason to see the original?  Chris Sarandon.  As I’ve mentioned before, I am a voice acting nerd.  I love to listen for familiar voices.  You may be familiar with a cult classic known as A Nightmare before Christmas.  Well, Chris Sarandon played Jack Skellington (speaking voice, not singing—that honor went to Danny Elfman, composer extraordinaire).  So, seeing Sarandon be all awesome and tough in person?  I’m there.

Total Recall

Total Recall was a kinda cool, interesting, cheesy in a way that only Arnold Schwartzenegger can be, sci-fi movie.  The fact that they’re remaking it forces me to suppress my “Ugh, another remake?” reflex.  However, William H. Macy, a really cool actor whom I really enjoy, plays the villain.  So I might catch it sooner rather than later.  Also Colin Farrell is in that one, too, presumably as the hero.
Spider-man Whatever Number This One Is

People are panning the crap out of this movie because they’re rebooting Spider-man when it’s not that old of a franchise.  It's only been 9 years since the first, and only 4 years since the third.  Despite all of that, I’m intrigued by it.  I like Andrew Garfield, and he seems like he’ll do a really good job.

He actually snuck into Comic-Con dressed in a shoddy Spider-man costume, rushed the stage, and professed his love for the hero.  When they tried to escort him off, he removed his mask to much applause.  He seems geeky and enthusiastic, and there’s not much more you can ask from someone playing Peter Parker.

Also, they’re sticking to the comics’ with this one regarding web shooters.  For those of you not in the know Spider-man doesn't shoot web from his wrists in the comics.  It comes from a cartridge attached to his wrists.  His spider-powers give him the knowledge of how to make spiderweb.  I gotta admit, preferred Raimi’s organic wrist spider web slinging, but I guess the hardcore comic fans freaked over the change.

One final note on Spider-man…Emma Stone.  She’s awesome.

Jurassic Park 4???

I’m honestly not sure what the point to that is.  The first was cool, the second okay, the third sucked…why do this again?  Why hurt another franchise, Steven?  You already critically wounded Indiana Jones.  What’s next, an E.T. sequel?  Let the cool movies rest and make something new.  Tintin seems promising.  Stick with stuff like that.

Pacific Rim

Guillermo Del Toro says it's giant monsters vs. giant robots?  Be still my 10-year-old heart.  I’m there!

Paradise Lost

Being an English major, I think I'm contractually obligated to see this movie.  Bradley Cooper as the Devil?  Okay, why not.  I love me some classic literature.  I’ll either love it or have a blast panning it for destroying the original work, so either way, I win.

Prometheus, Twixt, and other News

Prometheus is a prequel to Alien.  Ridley Scott is directing this one, just like the original.  Add into the mix that it’s been a long time since a good old fashioned sci-fi movie with legit aliens and space marines has been made.  I hope it’s good.
Twixt—Francis Ford Coppola, the man who directed Bram Stoker’s Dracula, The Godfather, Apocalypse Now, etc, is directing a new movie.  And this one has Val Kilmer, who was the coolest Doc Holiday ever (link NSFW).  You bet I’m going to see it.  Booyah!

In literary news, YA author Scott Westerfeld’s Uglies has been optioned for a movie.  Yes!

And finally, from Joss Whedon when asked about a Dr. Horrible sequel coming soon:  “See, thing you have to understand is…yes.”  The words you’re looking for are “BEST. NEWS EVER.”

(For those unfamiliar with Dr. Horrible, I strongly urge you watch this clip.  It may change your life.  Mild language.)

And that’s all for now.  What are your opinions about these things?  Anything you’re looking forward to more than others?  Why?  Remember, these are just my opinions.  Share your own in the comments.  Other movie excitement?  I wanna hear from YOU!  Yes, you!  Don’t stare.  Comment!

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Plot Until You Plotz
If there is one thing that I am hesitant to do on this blog, it’s give writing advice.  Well, that and talk politics, but that’s only because I’m sure most of you probably do not share my support of the Righteous and Judicial Brainslugs of the Planet Gorbolactinatikus 12 (May their slime trails never dry, may their squishy bodies remain salt free).

Anyway, one thing that I notice is that a lot of blogs by unpublished writers feature writing advice.  I have several friends’ whose blogs feature articles of the same sort.  They’re great articles, and I admire them for it.  However, until I complete a first draft of a novel, I don’t feel that I have any expertise on the subject.  If I were to give advice…that’d be like giving advice on how to build a computer.  I know a few of the parts and how they work, but until I’ve put at least one together, it’s all just theory.*

[I want to update and mention that this is not aimed at anyone in particular and if you are one who posts writing advice, sweet!  Spread that love around!  I certainly need the help.  This is more about me still being too green to have anything really to share of interest.]

I don’t want to look like a fool by proclaiming something on this site in Big Bold Letters only to have that Brilliant Idea flounder and fail like the current fad diet most assuredly will.**

[Now watch as I completely go against my own advice to explore and offer advice on a subject.]

One thing that I think I’m comfortable doing is sharing revelations and/or ideas that strike me as interesting.  For example, today I’m going to talk about Plotting.  I know there’s a debate that will forever rage among writers whether pantsing*** or plotting is the preferred method for finishing a novel.  I waffle back and forth on what I’m doing.  For the most part, all of my short stories have been completed with no outline.  I know roughly where I want them to go and I go back and revise and redraft where needed to make the ending fit with the beginning.  As for novels, neither method has worked for me.

With that said, there is one thing I’ve noticed.  Before, when I tried to plot, I would just list one sentence summaries of scenes I thought would be important. 

But, surely you realize that’s what plotting basically is, right?
Well, yeah, sure.  And what have I told you about interrupting?  Anyway, one thing that should have been obvious but I didn’t really think about until I was sitting down and daydreaming was how each plot, no matter the genre, is a mystery story.  Think about it.  Almost every single story starts the character in one place and then, through a series of revelations in which the character figures something out, they arrive at point B at the end of the book, usually changed for the better.
Some novels don’t fit that, sure, but most do.  Every Harry Potter fits this.  Sisters Red by Jackson Pearce did.  John Green’s Paper Towns did.  Even if they’re not solving some sort of supernatural element or intentionally playing with the mystery structure—like Paper Towns did, then they are trying to figure something out.  Why is this person mad at me?  What did that person mean when they said this?  What did I do to deserve this?  Even David Levithan’s Boy Meets Boy fits this arc of mini-mysteries that lead the characters to self enlightenment.

I realize that this may seem like common sense.  Maybe I’m just slow on the uptake.****  But it’s something I’ve been trying to keep in mind.  If you’re plotting and things feel a little stale, maybe there’s nothing for your characters to figure out.  I’ve realized that I can reveal a lot more about my characters by how they think things through than I can with them just reacting to one thing after another.

How about it?  Are you a Pantser or a Plotter?  Do you have little mini-mysteries?  Any helpful tips?  Tired of me asking questions and you just want to tell me to shut up and leave you alone?  That’s what the comments are for!  Fill us in!

*For example, I know the motherboard is sort of a surfboard for mommies and that’s how you surf the ‘Net, but how they fit a whole surfboard into a computer case is beyond me.

**I will mention this amazing diet that I’ve been on for the past few months.  It’s a simple blended drink diet that you have three times a day in lieu of basic meals.  All you need are pineapples, oranges, apples, bananas, celery stalks, nails, screws, picture frames, nail polish remover, Elmer’s Glue…wait…I think my grocery list bled through onto my diet recipe…

***Writing “by the seat of your pants.”  NOT to be confused with that thing you did with your buddies in gym class, you sillies.

****Over the years I’ve learned that I am very, very thick.  I only just recently learned all of the lyrics to “Sugar, We’re Going Down” by Fall Out Boy.  I had a line mistaken for years.

Saturday, July 23, 2011

A Very "Fly" Summer

To paraphrase a famous movie, renting an apartment is like a box of chocolates.  You never know when one will be filled with deadly, arsenic-laced coconut cream.  Renting a place is an exciting time in your life.  You’re not in a dorm anymore, you’re not living with your parents anymore, and you actually have a place large enough to cook more than ramen noodles for dinner. 

Sometimes, renting can be a fantastic experience with cooperative and caring land lords who go out of their way to make sure their tenants are happy.  Sometimes it can feel like the person you’re renting from is Lucifer in disguise and you’ve actually been assigned your own little slice of fiery doom on Brimstone Boulevard.

I'm not sure why a house in Hell would have a chimney.  I don't ask questions, though.
I used to live in a quadriplex that we got because our previous place was very very small, and also pretty expensive, and because we needed a place to live that was not a dorm room..  The place I found was cheap and pretty big, so I tended to look over little things, like the fact that my bathroom hadn’t been finished when I moved in.  Or that there appeared to be a bullet hole in window for the room I used as my office.

When your lease is running out and you don’t have the money to renew it and you realize that if you don’t find a new place soon you’ll be hauling the contents of your fridge around in the trunk of your car...something happens to you.  You begin hanging around outside of low budget shopping malls wearing ratty army jackets and telling people you’ve “seen things, man.  Things like you wouldn’t believe!”

When we first moved into the quadriplex, it was like a godsend.  It was the only place in town that wasn’t filled with beer soaked frat boys.  Because of this, I over looked a lot of cosmetic things.  I mean, who cares if the baseboards are splintered and/or not attached, right?  That’s just a cosmetic thing.  But then…it’s hard to overlook things like…

At first when we tried to use the oven, I chalked our burned pizzas and poorly cooked porkchops up to my wife not paying attention to the time and/or temperature, much to her dismay.  However, the more often we tried to use the oven, the more closely our food resembled ashes instead of dinner.  When that blazing, gaping maw ate my freakin’ pumpkin pie, I vowed vengeance.  Never again…never again.

I called several times to my landlord, desperate to get them to come down and fix the oven.  I explained that I thought the temperature regulator was broken and it was messing with how things were cooking.  They said they’d see what they could do.  In the meantime, we ate stovetop meals.  However, there are only so many stovetop meals that you can make before you’re eating the same extremely fatty meals over and over again.  I ate so much stovetop stuffing the sight of it began to make my stomach roll.

Finally the maintenance man came by our apartment to change our air filter and I cornered him.  Half mad, with visions of properly baked cookies dancing through my head, I begged him to examine our oven.  By that point, we had been living there 5 months and they still hadn’t looked at our oven.  He said he’d check it, and he was true to his word.  The next day he showed up with a temperature gauge in hand.  He set the oven to 200^F and watched it heat up.  When it reached to 200, he turned and said, “Well it seems to heat up fine.”

“Just watch,” I warned with a grim expression.

I watched his eyes grow wider and wider as the temperature climbed.  250, 300, 350, 400.  He finally stopped the oven at 450 and said, “Welp…it looks like your temperature regulator is busted.”

The neighborhood echoed with my victorious shouts of “I KNEW IT!!!!!”

Everyone has those neighbors they don’t like.  They’re too loud, they listen to their music at obscene volumes (and at even more obscene times), or it’s clear they have more love for people who talk during movies than for each other from the way they scream at each other.

Our neighbors were worse.  For example, if I ever went anywhere after dark, say to get groceries or something, I would have to worry about one of my neighbors hiding in the shadows outside her door like some kind of creepy hobo Batman with cigarettes, only instead of protecting the city from crime, she was just protecting any surrounding people from healthy lungs.

Worse than that, though, was her boyfriend’s love of working on his truck.  I have nothing against mechanics.  I envy them.  I wish I had the patience to figure out what makes automobiles tick.  However, most days when we came home, we’d see him standing at the front of his truck, oil and grease smearing his naked, pasty-white torso.  Unsettling, but no worse than what you’d see at a public pool.  Then, one day, my wife greeted me at the door mortified.  After I got inside and coaxed her a little more, she spilled that she had just driven up to see our neighbor standing outside, working on his truck, completely naked.

There was nothing I could do but hold her and hope that the nightmares wouldn’t last much longer than a few weeks.  From that day on, every time we pulled into our parking space and my wife saw his truck, she would shudder and get a horrified, far-away look in her eyes.

This was the one that was honestly the tipping point.  One day I came home from a long day of research paper writing.  While gathering all of my research materials from my car, I heard a very strange buzzing noise.  I’m not a coward…per se…but I do have what I feel is a healthy fear of things that can chase me down and stab me repeatedly.  Muggers, bumblebees, mistaken vampire hunters, wasps, all of these things should be avoided.

To me, these are all essentially the same thing.
Anyway, I hurried past the offending bush and quickly made the assessment that one of our bushes had become infested with bees.  When I mentioned it to my wife, she told me she was allergic to bees, which did not exactly put me at ease.  I called, reported the problem, and they told me they would handle it.

What happened?  Weeks passed.  Every day a new bush was claimed by the advancing horde.  By the end of the third week they still hadn’t come up to even investigate, and all 10 of the bushes lining our walkway had been claimed.  Going to check the mail became a harrowing test of my nerves.  One day, however, I decided to be a man—which is a rare occasion, indeed—and did some investigating of the bushes.  What I found was that the bushes were not infested with bees, but rather, they were infested with thousands, if not millions, of flies.

Based on our experiences, can you guess how quickly the management fixed the problem?  THEY DIDN’T.  The day that we moved out of that place, the flies were still buzzing and stirring in every freakin’ bush despite several more complaining phone calls.

Have you ever had bad and/or unresponsive landlords?  What about terrible neighbors?  Various other problematic household things?  Share with us in the comments!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

How was Winnie the Potter and the Deathly Honeycombs?

Hello party people!  How was your weekend?  My weekend was awesome.  

As I mentioned (and will eventually explain in more detail) my wife and I recently moved.  The news of where and when we needed to move was like scoring a basket just before the buzzer sounds for the end of the match.  We were starting to get so desperate for money that we had been discussing selling a few things.  You know, movies, books, my car, blood, our souls.  Really anything that could turn a profit. 

As it happened, that became unnecessary, thankfully.  But, because our new place’s rent is twice what our old rent was (and ditto for the electric bill), we haven’t exactly been out on the town or anything.  We overestimated how much money we had vs. how much moving expenses and stuff would cost and so we’ve been trying to find things to do around the house.  I learned that I can fit at least six large marshmallows in my mouth without worrying about gagging.  I rewatched Scrubs three or four times in a row.  I built a fort out of bedsheets and declared myself King of Bedopolis. 

I think that may have been the thing that pushed my wife over the edge.  She finally put her foot down and insisted—like she’s the boss of me or something*—that we go see a movie. 

That’s actually not true.  The truth is much worse.  The truth is, as I mentioned in my retrospective, Harry Potter has been an incredibly formative and important thing in my life.  Well, the same goes for her, if not more so, since she’s younger than me.  When the trailers would come on, with all of their dramatic music and Voldemort screaming “Haaaaarry!!” she would actually break down into tears because we didn’t have the money to go see it.  The sorrow was compounded when IMMEDIATELY after a Harry Potter trailer, we would hear the sweet, sad song of the Winnie the Pooh trailer—which my wife was raised on as a wee lass.  Two incredibly important childhood things occurring on the same weekend?  Well you know exactly what I did.  

I told her no.

I’m kidding, of course.  I immediately set out scouring through my extensive movie collection trying to find things I was willing to get sell off.  It worked.  There were a few gems I was a little bit embarrassed to own, and there were several television shows that I had bought, watched once, and really had no desire to watch again.  All of those went into a sack and to the local videogame/movie/nirvana-for-nerds store where they found their new home.

But this post is supposed to be about Harry Potter and Winnie the Pooh.  What did you think of them? I can hear you shouting from your cheap balcony seats like a pair of crotchety old Muppets.  Well, if you’ll pipe down and give me a second, I’ll tell you.
Harry Potter and the HOLY CRAP IS THIS THE LAST ONE???

As you might imagine, I absolutely loved this movie.  I realize that the previous one was more of really long set up for this one, but come on.  No one would be willing to sit through a four to five hour long movie, so you can forgive it for not feeling like a complete cinematic adventure.  I assure you that the feeling will be corrected in this one.

I’ve heard some complaints from a few people…you could call them friends--

You could if you didn’t understand that anyone who finds any fault in Harry Potter is a horrifying monster that needs to be locked in a jail cell and never allowed the see the outside world again because surely they’re devoid of any semblance of a heart or soul and in their place is a gigantic, gaping black pit.  Or not.  You know.  You may be a perfectly nice person.**

--anyway, a few of these “friends” have found problems with the movie.  This didn’t happen exactly that way.  That didn’t happen exactly this way.  This sequence of events happened out of order.  I used to be that way, too—way back in ’99 when the first one came out.  Since then I’ve come to realize that movies are a completely different art form from the written word.  

Sometimes, the pacing of a movie requires that a few scenes be rearranged.  Maybe a few scenes need to get cut because they would either drag the pacing down and/or they don’t match the tone of the rest of the movie.  That’s okay.  Maybe the way something is described in the book is too impractical or would look phony, or would be too difficult to do.  That’s fine.  As long as the spirit of the book that’s being adapted is there, I’m perfectly happy with the movie.  And trust me, the spirit of the book is there.

I only had two veeeeery minor complaints, which I won’t list here because they might be considered spoiler-ific to those that have not seen the movie and/or read the books, but trust me, they’re so minor you might not even notice.  In fact, I’m fairly certain you won’t.  But anyway, the  movie is great.  I’m not really a crier, but there a few moments where I felt my eyes getting a little wet.  Of course, being the paragon of manliness that I am, it was probably because I drank so much soda that the melted ice was simply leaking out of my eyes.  Yeah, that’s it.  That’s the ticket.
Winnie the Pooh and the Deathly Hallows

So, the next day, I went to go see Winnie the Pooh with the wife.  It was awesome.  I saw a few complaints online like: 

“OMG, why did they draw complete EYES on Christopher Robin???  WTF, guys!!!????1111!!!???”  

"Why does Christopher Robin sound like a real little kid is playing him!!??!!??  Blech!!!!11!!1!!!1!!!"  

Blah blah blah.  

A few other people complained because Eeyore, Owl, and Rabbit were played by different voice actors.  Eeyore sounded great.  Owl was the incredibly talented Craig Fergusen, who did an amazing job in this movie, as well.  And Rabbit?  Dude, he was played by TOM FRICKIN’ KENNY!!  The voice of Spongebob.  Now, before you groan and roll your eyes and imagine Spongebob’s voice, remember that Tom Kenny is a voice actor.  A professional.  He didn’t play Rabbit like Spongebob at all.  There were times where he sounded so much like the original voice actor that I actually laughed out loud.

And Winnie and Tigger?  Played by the same dude that always plays them.***

As for the story, it’s much simpler than many of the Winnie the Pooh movies that I saw as a kid.  But it’s also brilliant in its simplicity.  The storylines are woven together very well, and there were a few moments that were just plainly brilliant comedy.  No cheap jokes, nothing stupid, just a clever, well written, if simple, movie.

If you will forgive me this one bad pun…this Pooh doesn’t stink.

OOOH!  I’m almost ashamed for writing that.  Almost.  But not quite.

So, yeah.  That was the weekend here at Obscure House.  And now back to my kingdom.  I here there’s a revolt brewing among the pillow peasants.  I must CRUSH them with scorching, white-hot justice.  Viva la revolucion?  Ha!  Not on my watch!

Did you see either of these movies?  Did you like 'em?  Any complaints?  Share in the comments!

*She is absolutely the boss of me.  Honey, if you're reading things, you are ABSOLUTELY the boss of me.  Heh, heh.  >.>;

**Ha ha, sure.

***Not sure if you got this, but I am a voice acting NERD.

Saturday, July 16, 2011

Looking Back: A Harry Potter Retrospective

Where do I begin?  There are so many things I want to talk to you about!!  Like my big move!  Or my new job!  Or those devils at Netflix raising prices on their plans (you will rue the day…you will rue the day…).  There are so many things that have happened over the months.  But today, I wanna talk about Harry Potter.

I know, I know.  It’s such a cliché.  Such an obligatory post.  EVERYONE is doing Harry Potter posts.  Well, are THEY mentioning the ORIGINAL Harry Potter from the horror movie classic, Troll????  I didn’t think so.

Wait…hold on a second…


Okay, so I’m not actually going to talk about Troll.  I haven’t even seen it…yet.  I plan to.  Oh, I plan to.  But not right away.  I’ve had Fight Club for two months from Netflix and I STILL haven’t seen that one.  No, today I wanna talk about the magic of an era ending.  Today I wanna talk about catching lightning in a bottle.  Today I want to talk about the rarity of such a unifying global phenomenon.

I remember when I got my first Harry Potter.  My dad bought me a copy of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets.  I don’t really have any memories before that, but I’m fairly certain he was trying to steal my mom’s thunder.  It happened a lot when I was growing up.  So I read it, or at least part of it, and then for Christmas, I received a whole bunch more of the books.  I received Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone, or “Philosopher’s Stone” for those of you not living under the red, white, and blue…

 …unless you’re in England in which case you are.  BUT you’re not under the stars and stripes are you???

…well Australia is, BUT…wait…oh, whatever.  Screw it.

Anyway, I got Sorcerer’s Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, and Goblet of Fire all from various relatives to ensure that I had the whole set (at the time).  It was a freakin’ good Christmas.  I read them all voraciously and when the hullabaloo of “Ban it and burn it!” began sweeping the country, well…I was perplexed.

I tried to point out to several people that C.S. Lewis AND J.R.R. Tolkien were both Christians—and Tolkien ESPECIALLY featured wizards in his work.  C’mon.  You know who I mean.
Long beard.  Old and wise.  Played a mentor to the small, naïve main character.  Mmm?  MMM??

[Naw, no similarities here.  Now I get it.  They don’t trust Dumbledore because they don’t want their kids to begin practicing bad lifestyle smoking...]

Anyway, eventually most of the naysayers either read the books and shut up because they realized how wrong they were, or they were pushed to the fringe background, like people who like Sucker Punch and those who claim that Michael Bay is a good director.  Anyway, things were bliss for a time.  Eventually, a pattern formed for how I would handle these things:

By the 7th book, I was so ecstatic for it, and so fearful of spoilers, that I basically unplugged myself from the internet for 3 days before the book came out and vowed to check nary a Facebook post nor an e-mail until I had finished the book.  When I finished the book, however, I realized that the series was over.  There was nothing left to say.  What was I supposed to do now?  And that’s when it hit me that this thing that I’d been around since I was 11 years old was over.  I literally grew up with Harry Potter—both the book and movie form.

So now, here I am again, standing at the precipice of the end of an era.  This really will be the closing of a door.  Once I see this movie, there will be nothing left for Harry to give me.  The journey will be told.  This is significant in a way that’s almost unprecedented in literature.  The Potter books became so popular that they delivered them to book stores in ARMORED CARS.  That’s some serious business. 

They were a hit GLOBALLY.  This isn’t like when some little something blows us Americans on our keisters and we freak out and gawk and people in other countries stare at us like the obnoxious little sibling.  This was something that Mom, Dad, 5 year old brother, 22 year old college brother, and 13 year old sister could sit down at the table and talk about legitimately and in mindshatteringly different ways.  They could talk philosophy, they could talk morals, or they could just get caught up in the moment and theorize what they thought would happen next. 

Even people who would normally NEVER speak to each other can find common ground through the Potter books.  It created a form of bonding that’s never been seen before or since.

So, while those few people on the fringe that either haven’t been swept up in the craze, somehow missed the frenzy, or are somehow critical of the books scoff at us and jeer at the media storm that has been dominating airwaves these past few weeks, we can stand back for a minute, as a united global community, and mourn the passing of one of the most influential eras in our history.  There will probably never be another Harry Potter.  We’ve witnessed something monumental.  What I hope that stays, besides the feeling that reading these stories gives, is the bonding, the feeling of kinship, that feeling of togetherness.  Harry Potter wasn’t just a series of books.  He brought people together and created friendships from seemingly nowhere, like magic.  What more could you want?

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Still Under Construction, But Let Me Share with You

And Now a Word From Your FEARLESS Leader

So, I'm considering re-opening my blog.  It's going to undergo some changes, namely I can't keep up the types of posts I was doing with the frequency I was doing them.  So I'm thinking that I should do those on the weekends as sort of "special editions."  Kinda like how newspapers* used to have longer Sunday comics.

I'm not sure, with my new job, how often I'll be able to post, and what the stuff will be like.  I like being funny, so hopefully I will continue to maintain the humor of my previous posts.  And believe me, I have some doozies (doosies? dusies? dustbins?) planned.  However, my new job (of which I will go into a little more detail about later) will be very time consuming--especially since it's only my first year.

So what will I be doing when I'm not doing my special editions?  Well, I have some things planned.  They're still in beta-testing, though.  We here at OaaC only want to provide you with the highest quality products.  I think the release of OaaC 2.0 will be the greatest thing we've released since the last thing we released.

And finally, a special note to the moose and squirrel.  We will find you.  And when we do, maybe we make moose and squirrel stew?

*Newspapers are like websites, only on paper**.

**Paper is like a webpage, only made up of mashed up trees.