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Happy Birthday!!

Isn't that "The American Way"?

I am glad to see Red and Daz and Madapple back in the fold again. I am hoping that nothing bad or even slightly annoying happens to any forum members ever again. I am waving to everyone because, yet again, I can't stay long.

No matter how many times you say that, I'm still not her. StoryJunkie?

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*sigh* A part of me agrees that she should have considered the rules set by the community board that pertained to the decoration/ornamentation of her property before displaying the peace symbol/satanic wreath. When you move into a neighborhood where you must sign a document declaring that you agree to abide by a specific set of rules, you should prepare yourself for the inevitable moment when the people in charge decide to pull the rulebook out of their collective ass. This is when we learn how short the grass must be when cut. This is when we learn at what times you can start the lawnmower--(see: Be Quiet, Be Courteous Clause). On Sunday, the lawnmower should be neither seen nor heard. Although your fancy riding mower has a headlight, inhabitants are strictly prohibited from mowing after dark. Add these up and the working folk in the community have 15.25 minutes each week in which to mow their little slice of heaven. Please refer to Section 7, Subsection B, Article iii, Paragraph 2 entitled “Timmy Jones: Why I Should Pay An Eleven Year Old $40 To Scalp My Lawn Once A Week.” Another part of me says that, as long as she owns that damn door the wreath is attached to, she should tack a sacrificial chicken to the lintel and say damn the consequences. It’s her door and she can do what she wants with it. Paint it plaid if she likes. SJ, I was reminded of the same X-files episode--was that the word you wanted?--where "bad things" happened to the neighbors who did not follow the rules. And, you know, those rules have a place. They keep those people obsessed with the 3-story inflatable snow globes in check. However, there has to be a limit to the freakishly inane rules. Let’s say, when the house pets start snickering, maybe it’s time to dial it back a bit. There is a giant--read: life size and illuminated by twelve 1000-watt floodlights--nativity scene across the street from my house. What is to stop me from saying that, to me, it looks like those three wise men brought those gifts in order to distract the parents so that they could steal the Baby Jesus and sell him into prostitution, and by displaying this horrible possibility, they have offended me to no end! Nothing, except the thought of sounding like an idiot. I think the poor, persecuted peace sign person should go around her neighborhood with a bullhorn and shout, "Hey, Masters of Misinterpretation, your icicle lights are pissing me off!" *sigh* Since everyone’s crazy these days, it’s just a matter of who has more crazy. If you squint at them, the crazy kind of glows. Okay everyone, let’s all squint at the crazy people.

Guilty, but only because I'm trying to figure out if they're all real or partially made out of legos. g/ng: Can recite all the words to the Pledge of Allegiance.

I, for one, am always happy to voice my opinion about anything Potter. You are not alone. There are many of us who would rather pretend that whole thing never happened, but I'm afraid book 7 will be out before we can completely repress the memory. You aren't alone there either. But that is the nature of writing. Sometimes that happens with the best thought out plot. I think it was Steven King who said that sometimes things happen because they do. There isn't a nice, neat explanation with which a writer can tie everything up. Sometimes, just like in real life, there is no explanation, as much as we'd like to hear it. From what I remember--and it's been a while since I read this particular piece of work--Voldemort wanted the magic number 7 for his Horcrux collection. By asking that question, we get several others. Does Voldemort know that Dumbledore destroyed a Horcrux? Does Voldemort know that RAB (whoever the fuck HE is...) stole the locket and destroyed/hid it somewhere *cough*Grimmauld Place*/cough*? Does Voldemort like peanut butter, and if so, chunky or creamy? I'll give JKR the benefit of the doubt for the Horcruxes. The principles of these mystical beauties might be explained entirely in book 7. Furthermore, Voldemort has his eye on world domination and muggle/half-blood extermination. He doesn't have the time or the man-power to baby-sit his wee soul pieces all hours of the day. One could suppose that he could hire a security guard, or cast a security spell on them all such as the one on the ring Dumbledore destroyed, but what are the qualities/limitations of such magic? So...many...questions... I've rambled long enough that I've forgotten where I was going with this. The important part is that there are a lot of questions and very few answers. Why did a survivor such as Sirius die such an uneventful death at the hands of a drape? I guess it could be explained as the suddenness and the senselessness of death. I think the drape could have at least had big, pointy, poisonous fangs!!! Snape's mother was a Pure-blood. His father was a Muggle, thus making Snape a Half-blood. He gave himself the nickname of "Half-blood Prince" to tout the fact that he did have pure blood in his veins. He was not Muggle-born. He was not a Mudblood. He was a Half-blood, and I don't think that was a commonly used nickname either. I think it was just something he scribbled in his books to remind himself that, although he wasn't a pure-blood, he was darn close. This was explained away by saying that the kids are growing up. That is true. In my personal opinion, I'm not a fan of JKR's writing style. I really like the story, but it wouldn't matter much to me who was writing it down. Again, you aren't alone in thinking that this book deviated in part or entirely from the previous books. I didn't pay much mind to it, though, since I was trying to figure out that whole Horcrux thing. *reminds self to re-read book 6 without pretending it's fanfiction* Well, I have to go back to "the kids are growing up". I remember that sort of hormonal shift. It could have been a bit more gradual, but since when has anything ever been gradual. What would compel an 11-year old kid to chase a crazy man down a forbidden corridor to protect a freakin' rock?! Yeah. I'd have said, "Screw this. I'm getting Dumbledore. He'll straighten this all right out...because I'm sure as hell not doing this all by myself, not after I just escaped that cupboard under the fucking stairs..." My point is that Harry did not have a lot of time to delve into his personal feelings about Ginny what with teaching DA lessons, taking Occlumency lessons, and planning clandestine trips to the Dept of Mysteries. Then there was his godfather's death and the prospect of returning to the Dursley's. Besides, that stuff was going on. He did kiss Cho in book 5, remember? And wasn't it Roger Davies that was making out with his girlfriend at the next table? Harry just doesn't have a front row seat to the festivities all that often...except in fanfiction. You aren't crazy. You want answers, just like the rest of us, and there's nothing wrong with that. I'm trying to keep an open mind until book 7 comes out. If the questions I have swirling around in my head are not answered by the last page of that book, then I'll have to write a fic that explains them away with fact from the books and maybe something I made up in order to make the explanation plausible. Of course, if Snape is dead at the end of book 7, I'll have an altogether different problem on my hands... *note to self - begin researching ancient spells/curses that pertain to raising the dead...*

I, as late as always, am waving to Daz.

I am pleased to see there will be new blood in the Orgy. I am also going to bed soon. I am going to have to catch up with the Orgy tomorrow. I am now because I'm sleepy, and for some reason, the idea of catching up with an orgy is hilarious at the moment.

You're welcome! You're not alone in that feeling, trust me. Several times while in conversation with other Potter-ites--book, not fanfiction--I've started to talk about a fanfic without realizing it. That's always fun to explain. (Love that smilie, by the way.)

Nope, can't say that I have. I have never climbed a mountain.

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Very guilty. Several times over. Has remembered something important, but far too late to do anything about it.

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Still not him. Nanaea?

^ Doesn't know it takes a lot to make me laugh. < Is laughing, that's for sure. < Thinks Nanaea should have tried MUCH harder. V Fondles strangers whether they like it or not.

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It's fannon, as far as I can recall. I don't remember anything from the books, and honestly, do you think Lucius would will his son to a man with no visible wealth and a dingy little house? Nope, me neither.

Okay, you inspiried me. (Some names have been changed to protect the innocent.) Let's see here... polywolly and Husband - Physical 87% Emotional 86% Intellectual 83% Overall 85% polywolly and Alan Rickman - Physical 95% Emotional 86% Intellectual 67% Overall 83% So I was right to lust after his body and not his mind...go figure! polywolly and Severus Snape - Physical 3% Emotional 76% Intellectual 90% Overall 56% We would be great...*gulp*...friends. polywolly and Hugh Laurie - Physical 90% Emotional 56% Intellectual 2% Overall 49% Which begs the question... Am I dumb, or is he? polywolly and Ralph Fiennes - Physical 71% Emotional 76% Intellectual 30% Overall 59% Not bad, I guess. polywolly and Craig Ferguson - Physical 63% Emotional 98% Intellectual 99% Overall 87% Should I be concerned that this is the best one, next to my husband? And just out of curiosity... polywolly and The Rock - Physical 91% Emotional 89% Intellectual 85% Overall 88%

The vindictive little bastards will only accept Oatmeal Raisin, probably because they heard me mention how much I dislike raisins. As long as they don't start asking for liver and onions. That'd just be disgusting. Oh hell...what have I done?

Err...no. Nanaea?

Julianstown - Fought during Irish Rebellion

^ Hasn't heard the one about no dancing in Arkansas. < Is sure there are other idotic laws on the books that haven't been enforced in decades. V Is now wondering if anyone ever got arrested for shopping on Sunday. "Put down the loaf of bread, lady, and back away slowly! For the love of God, don't you know what day it is?!"

Sort of guilty. I've tried to stay up wind from that shit pile as often as possible, but I do believe the second half of the term will be different from the first, for Mr. GWB anyhow. g/ng: Thinks they would make a great President of the United States.