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the burnt garlic is in a beaker?

i dreamed i was harry potter, and sirius was living with me in a kind of semi-permanent dog form as a pet. >.> fun times. i think all this reading of mediocrity is beginning to take its toll. ::searches out more mediocrity::

i read a bit of stargate that naina liked, but her taste tends towards (a) the unmercifully sweet and (b) the kind where everyone obviously already knows what everyone else is talking about, and i haven't watched (nor do i plan to watch), in quantities greater than about five minutes, the show.

news of the weird

And in March, U.S. Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia accepted an award by the Cleveland City Club for his contributions to freedom of speech, which Scalia said he would be glad to accept at the club's meeting provided no television or radio coverage was allowed.

Tony Alleyne, 50, recently placed his small Leicestershire, England, apartment on the market for the equivalent of US$1.7 million, a price he said was realistic because he has spent nearly 10 years crafting the premises as a finely detailed model of the "Star Trek" starship Enterprise. Included, according to an April report in Australia's Herald Sun, are a life-size transporter control, a gigantic warp core drive, voice-activated lighting and security, and an infinity mirror. "If you're going to do something," he said, "you have to go all the way." Alleyne said he started the project as therapy when his wife walked out on him.

bad things, dead things, sad things

the rain's died down. i can't hear it anymore, just the rush when cars drive past and disturb the puddles. my arm's still sore from carrying this child up and down a hill four times yesterday to the pool, the kitchen smells of burnt garlic and there's no good breakfast food. i don't know if any of these has anything to do with the moodiness. i'm depressed and highly irritable, in that, look, a window! how annoying! a door! how annoying! manner. i need to take the dog to the vet tomorrow. i have fifty five dollars in cash, an unconscionable amount to carry around. maybe i'll buy some pretty little sandals, too. or a dress. i've given some thought to going to church every month or so on the chance of watching the gay boys. i slept through it today, but frank is out of town anyway. now, the cuteness of the gay boys: there's a cheery thought! but my arm still hurts.

foolhardy soft-headed buffons who couldn't stand to admit to so much as a whisper of weakness

you know, i'm still waiting for an explanation in canon of the hp universe for why some dead people become ghosts and some don't.

admittedly since her ghosts don't seem to be in any way omniscient and can't cast spells, they wouldn't be necessarily a big plot-fix, but you'd think they might hover around and give advice sometimes. maybe it's being killed by magical means that prevents it.

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jewel and renee zellwegger look a bit alike. how odd.