greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

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on this half-lit day

Sophie has taken to calling Chi, our Siberian dwarf hamster, "the Bolshevik gopher." Sophie also complains that Chi has been keeping her awake at night, singing "songs from the Old Country." Sophie complains a lot, really.

I don't know that I'm in a journalizing sort of a mood. I feel the story tugging at me.

Last night, we finished Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, which I liked quite a lot. I was a little baffled that Rowling seems to intend that Harry's story begins in the early 1990's. How did I arrive at this conclusion? On page 133 of ...the Chamber of Secrets, we learn that Nearly Headless Nick died 31 October 1492. And the deathday party that Harry, Ron, and Hermione have been invited to attend is his 500th (page 129), therefore the second novel is set in 1992. Which means the first was set in 1991. Which, I assume, means that the seventh novel will be set in 1998. Unless this was only a goof on Rowling's part. Surely, hardcore Potter fans have discussed this. My only, and very minor, gripe about ...the Chamber of Secrets was the frequent and unnecessary recapping from the first book, especially towards the beginning. I'm assuming that, in the later books, she becomes more assured of her audience and stops this. Anyway, we'll begin Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban this evening.

Wow. Here we are at the beginning of the last week of 2005. This has been, without a doubt, one of the two or three worst years of my life (and, unfortunately, I can say the same for a number of friends and acquaintances), and I can only hope that 2006 is a little kinder to us all. Or maybe the Elder Gods will sneeze and be done with this rock. Either way, it would be an improvement over '05.

Last night, Jim and "Hannah" came over, and we drank cosmos' and watched The Devil's Rejects. They hadn't seen it yet and agreed that it was difficult to believe that the same man who made the unwatchable House of 1,000 Corpse's had made this film. Second time, I was even more taken with William Forsythe's performance and even more annoyed at Sheri Moon Zombie's complete lack of any acting ability whatsoever. She's like this single sour note in an otherwise stunning bit of music. Sid Haig continues to rock my socks.

Okay. Time to make the doughnuts. Saturday, I left Julia Flammarion standing on that beach. Time to get back to her. I'll try to get to the faerie horseshoe tomorrow.
Tags: 2005, dancy, movies

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