Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Yesterday I blasted through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows to finally put an end to the constant shushing I’ve had to do to people who’ve already finished it. (Ed has already written on the phenomenon of HP speed-reading, and I posted my thoughts over there.)

I read the first three Harry Potter books back in 2000 while spending a summer in England. I had avoided them until then mostly out of laziness and a general antipathy toward the mega-popular that I had at the time. When I finally read them, my verdict was that they were good, but not quite as good as Roald Dahl. I enjoyed the fourth book, Goblet of Fire, immensely, but it took me almost a year to get through the depressing Order of the Phoenix. Half-Blood Prince I remember only for its climax.

And where does that leave Deathly Hallows? I’ve decided to keep this a relatively spoiler-free review (we’ll confine the spoilers discussion to the comments below). Overall, I found Deathly Hallows satisfying. Not immensely satisfying; too many of my predictions came true, there was a tad too much of use of di ex machina, and too few major twists.

Actually, that’s as far as I’m going to review it, I think. I could start nitpicking, but if people really want to get into that they can do it in the comments. I think Stephen King’s essay in Entertainment Weekly pretty much sums up my thoughts on the novel.

One thing I would like to mention is that, back in 2000, pompous windbag Harold Bloom issued an ill-favored screed against the Harry Potter books. Three years later, in a bizarre tangent when he was supposed to be attacking Stephen King, Bloom actually suggested it would be better for children not to read at all than to read Harry Potter.

While working on my Masters a few years ago, I wrote an essay defending Harry Potter (and J.R.R. Tolkien) from Bloom and his spiritual predecessor, Edmund Wilson. I wouldn’t dare punish you by reprinting the essay in toto here, but if you’re interested in reading me argue why it’s okay to read popular fiction, you can download the PDF.

And remember: spoilers in the comments!

Gmail notifier plugin

We’re not allowed to install programs on our computers at work (for security reasons), so I’ve had to make do without the official Google-created Gmail Notifier during the day.

But browser plugins seem to work, and I just came across this cool extension for Firefox that keeps track of the new messages in your inbox.

Savage Dragon/Hellboy

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In my question to own any and all comic appearances of Hellboy, I finally picked up a copy of Savage Dragon/Hellboy, which collects two issues of Erik Larsen’s Savage Dragon comic featuring a guest appearance by the wielder of the Right Hand of Doom.

Quick history lesson: In 1992, when the post-Batman comic book boom was at its peak, a number of Marvel Comics’ most popular artists left to start a new company called Image Comics. While Image’s fortunes have waxed and waned over the years (they currently publish the bestselling Walking Dead), two original Image titles have continued ever since those early days: Todd McFarlane’s Spawn and Erik Larsen’s Savage Dragon.

The Dragon is a green-skinned, super-strong fellow with a big green fin on his head and an (until recently) unknown origin. He appeared in a blaze of fire with no memory of his past and was recruited to fight (supervillainous) crime by the US government.

Hellboy is a red-skinned, super-strong fellow with filed-down horns on his head and an (until recently) unknown origin. He appeared in a blaze of fire with no knowledge of his past and was recruited to fight (supernatural) crime by the US government.

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Question popped

Yes, it finally happened. Last Saturday at noon, I asked for DG’s hand in marriage. Her response: “Okay–but just this once.”

We were camping in Greenfield, NH, in what will now become famous in JFCC-DG lore as “Campsite 149” (though I have little doubt I will someday misremember it as “Campsite 49,” owing to Pynchon’s 49th lot). I had planned to propose during a hike, but when it became clear that no force on this earth could get DG to go on said hike, I quickly and brilliantly devised a plan to just ask while we were alone at our campsite. It wasn’t quite as elaborate as I’d imagined I’d propose someday, but it was certainly memorable. Despite some reservations about being proposed to while not having showered in over twenty-four hours, DG accepted my proposal.

Before you ask, no, there’s no date set–best guess is “late summer ’08,” but nothing’s certain until she finishes her doctorate.

It’s interesting, being engaged. Technically nothing’s different, except my girlfriend now has a tiny, expensive piece of jewelry (which she admires and fiddles with obsessively). Yet something has definitely changed. I feel more adult, which is significant when your main hobby is collecting action figures.

In any event, all is well and we’re very happy. The photo below is from the following day, after we’d had a chance to clean up (including a shower) and head down to my parents’ house.

Karen and me, post-engagement

Don’t worry be–DEATH!!!

I think we can safely say, without any trace of hyperbole, that ringback tones are the worst thing in the history of mankind.

My sister has been tormenting me with “Don’t Worry, Be Happy” while another person I called made me sit through “Summer Love” for fifteen seconds before I got his voice mail. Yes, suicide was contemplated, however briefly. Death to ringback tones!

Word. (Specifically, “libratorr”)

Penny-Arcade comments on an issue near and dear to my heart (for those who don’t know, I work in a library–though I don’t have an MLS, so I’m not a librarian per se. I’m a library assistant).

My personal suggestion: librarylock (cf. warlock for male witch).

Spider-Pig

“Can he swing from a web? No he can’t, he’s a pig.”

D’oh Hard

This makes my third Die Hard-referencing post title in less than a month. Also, to be fair, I stole it from ToyFare.

Anyway…let’s see if I can recall everything that went on this weekend…

Friday night, DottyGale (DG) and I just hung around the apartment. It was her first full day of vacation (she’s off all this week too), so she’d had a busy day of not doing much, while I’d had a busy day at work not doing much. We ended up watching The Specials–which, despite a script by James Gunn (Dawn of the Dead ’04) and a cast including Rob Lowe and Thomas Hayden Church, turned out to be a poor man’s Mystery Men (and though I’m a fan of MM, I still think that’s saying something).

Speaking of “poor man’s x,” my friend Ryan pointed me to this: “The 20 Best ‘That Guys’ of All Time.” But how could they forget Robert Loggia, whose name I almost went insane trying to remember last week? (On a side note, I was one of the five or six kids who preferred Cracked to Mad, though that was primarily because Cracked had John Severin, whose celebrity likenesses in Cracked‘s movie and television parodies were always incredibly good.)

Where was I? Oh, Saturday: DG and I went to see The Simpsons Movie, which was pretty good. Yes, it’s basically a really long episode with slightly better animation, but it’s still better than half the Hollywood comedies out there. There’s also one sight gag that takes full advantage of the PG-13 rating and will probably go down as one of the best Simpsons moments ever. I’ll be getting the DVD (no doubt the extras will rock).

After The Simpsons, we went to hang out at our friends Razz and Jen’s new house, where I enjoyed my very first turkey burger.

Sunday I went home to my parents’ house in Carver to help out with some chores since my dad’s laid up with a bad back. I painted my grandparents’ shed (my right shoulder’s killing me at the moment), then mowed my parents’ lawn. I have to say, I feel almost guilty mowing a lawn with a tractor. You’re just sitting there burning fossil fuels. That said, I did get the whole thing done in about an hour.

Sunday night we watched my brand-new special edition DVD of The Monster Squad. In the film, the Goonies-like child heroes need to perform an ancient ritual to stop Dracula’s plot, and much time and humor is spent on trying to locate a female virgin for the rite. Both DG and my friend Kate wondered why it didn’t occur to any of the kids to try it with a male virgin. Personally I think they were just hedging their bets–female virgins were always used in previous instances, so why risk the fate of the world by changing things up?

I spent much of the weekend closely following the news coming out of the San Diego Comic Con. To be honest, there wasn’t a whole lot that I saw, other than the announcement that Sylar would be playing Spock in J.J. Abrams’s upcoming Star Trek movie. There were also a lot of toy announcements that interested me but probably none of you guys, though I will mention that NECA has the rights to make Gears of War figures, as I’d guessed. Also, Mezco will be doing Heroes action figures.

And that’s it for now. Tune in tomorrow, same Bigger-time, same Bigger-channel!

Fanboy nirvana

In celebration of the San Diego Comic Con, USA Today has an amusing article examining the so-called “fanboy” phenomenon. (One thing I’ve never understood–why are those people who paint their bare stomachs at ballgames and name their kids after football players just “fans,” while anyone who owns a Star Wars toy is a “fanboy“? Not a new observation I know, but whatever.) I went to the SDCC in 2003 and would love to go back someday. That’s one point DG has in favor of moving to Cali.

Before anyone asks, no, I haven’t had the chance to read Deathly Hallows yet. Blame Tom. DG burned through it in seven hours though. I’ll try to get through it by the end of the weekend, then maybe we can have a little spoiler-filled discussion here.

Before I forget, congrats to Sean for breaking the 10K barrier on his Xbox Gamerscore. Way to go, fanboy! (I kid because I love.)

On a side note, I decided to remove the “What I’m Reading” section, mostly because it felt a little too much like that Twitter thing I tried a while back–too much pressure to constantly update.

Huh?

Um...what?

This is a church down the street from me…they’ve got some odd slogans.

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