I'm afraid to go out! I'm afraid to surf teh internetz! I pre-ordered
my copy of 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows' from Amazon UK
(because I wanted the original version - not the sometimes-altered US
version), so I won't get it for several days (maybe more than a week).
I just so don't want to be spoiled!! I have my theories, and I'd like
JK Rowling to prove them right or wrong, thankyewverymuch. So far, I've
managed to avoid spoilage by being careful where I surf - I've mostly
been sticking to sites I usually lurk about in and not reading anything
that could contain spoilers.
To pass the time, I've started
re-reading 'Half-blood Prince', but will be finished with it well
before my 'Deathly Hallows' arrives. The temptation is, of course, to
go out and buy a copy locally, but that'd be a bit frivolous with my
galleons, wouldn't it! Must...try...to...resist!!
Our phone wasn't functioning for a while this afternoon. When you tried to ring out, it sounded like an open line - like in the old days when the person on the other end forgot to ring off. If you tried calling in, it gave a recording saying the number was not 'a functioning number'. So, Grahams rang the phone company...there was a recording saying they were closed and would be happy to help us on Monday - no means of leaving a message either. Grahams thought it rather ironic that a telecommunications company didn't have an answering machine/service. He's right you now. Good job we weren't some poor wee pensioner who'd fallen and couldn't get up.
I went to see the latest Harry Potter flick today - 'Order of the Phoenix'. Marvelous film. Lots of eye candy (effects-wise, although I'll admit Rickman/Isaacs/Thewlis/Oldman were easy on the mince pies). Fairly true to the book, some bits left out, others altered a twinge, but close enough for jazz. I had the misfortune of being sat next to a 'huhter'...she was a tweeny who not only tended to laugh at inappropriate times, but didn't laugh so much as go 'huh-huh-huh-huh-huh'. Not in the Beavis and Butthead stylee, but sort of as if she were being repeatedly bonked in the belly, forcing the air out of her, like. Then, her Dad's cell phone went off...tosser. And, they left rubbish all over the floor...slobs.
I've been arting - currently working on something rather more detailed than usual, in the watercolour department. Watercolour can be a cruel mistress. I hope to have it finished in the next day or so, as the muse is bombarding me with ideas currently, and she's getting impatient!
