[very long, contented sigh]
You read it, right? You read it? If you didn't read it, WHY ARE YOU HERE? Go read it. Go read it or I'm not friends with you anymore.
[Begin Spoiler for Harry Potter, Book 7. The Deathly Hallows. — Highlight to view]
First, allow me to answer a question. Yes I am completely aware of how much I freaking rock!!!! I mean, I don't know why Percy was at the train station, what with having a country to run and everything. Uh. Um. Anyway!
Even though I was convinced that it would happen, I still wept like a little girl. Actually, once I got into it, I had almost entirely convinced myself that I was wrong, because of George's ear. "Oh!" I thought. "That's great! She just needs to mark one as different from the other! That totally has a comparable emotional resonance! And no one has to die!" Heh. Uh. Oops. I totally cried. I love the twins. Actually, though, I've always loved George more, for some reason. But still.
Actually, okay, you know when I first cried? Luna's eulogy to Dobby. Ach! Ach!! I started to freak out a little bit when they were in her house, because I knew right away that she wasn't really there, and I thought she was dead. I would have lost it. But she wasn't! They were too hard on her father. I mean, there's being brave, and then there's wanting your daughter to not be killed. Plus, I don't want to hear a thing against him because of the scene at the wedding when he told her that if she felt the urge to sing opera, she shouldn't suppress it. That was beautiful. Xenophilius, dudes. What the fuck.
I thought so many people were dead, but then they weren't. I had my heart in my throat anytime Neville did anything. NEVILLE. NEVILLE IS LOVE. Is Neville not love? Neville is love. Neville. Is. Love.
I was so pissed off about Lupin and Tonks, though. Lupin was, if I were to make a vague list, third behind Neville and Ron, for me. I loved him so. Yes, even after the fight thing. Because he is so totally like that. But I love him anyway. And I had so much affection for Tonks. And for a brief shining moment there, they were totally the most awesome couple ever. Also, Holy Christ! What is it with this woman and orphaning babies??
I can't believe Ron and Hermione only got one kiss. Granted, I almost gleed out of my skin when they fell asleep holding hands, but come on! When you're starving, you don't want to be thrown a bone, you want to be thrown a steak.*
* metaphorically. I don't eat cows.
Oh, then there was everything else that happened. Let me sum it up thusly: IT WAS ALL FUCKING AWESOME.
[End Spoiler]
Also, they do indeed have the PotterCast (Heee!!!!!!!!!!![/spoiler]) that I was on up now. I actually think I came out sounding pretty good. Better than it actually was at the time, really. Only, there's one thing, and I cannot stress this enough: My voice is not normally that nasal. Holy crap! Hopefully someone who's actually spoken to me can attest to this fact. Um. I hope. I mean, I am from New Jersey. But normally you can't really tell. I think it's because I've been spending so much time talking with my mother, who seriously does sound like that all the time. It's catching. Like spattergroit.
Tuesday
Friday
Loosen your tie, 'cause it's time to get crazy.
I don't care how much you write
I'm not going back to Privet Drive
Spend the summer at the Burrow
With my gir-uh-ul
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
This time around
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
Once and for all
Don't go expecting answers
I'm taking Hedwig with me
And when they're ready
Ron and Hermione
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
Once and for all
We're going looking for trouble
(Talking about You-Know-Who)
We gotta finish this
This time around
Though before we had our reasons
This time it's personal
You can pretend that you don’t care
But you know you cried
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
Once and for all
We're going looking for trouble
(Talking about You-Know-Who)
We gotta finish this
This time around
Do you have any leads on where the Horcruxes are?
'Cause I don't have a clue
I don't know who RAB is
Do you?
Do you?
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
This time around
We're going looking for trouble
We gotta finish this
Once and for all
We're going looking for trouble
We gotta finish this
This time around
We're going looking for trouble
We gotta finish this
Once and for all
- Alex Carpenter, The Remus Lupins
This is totally it, guys. IT IS OUT. Which means that this is the start of my internet silence, and possible voluntary shut-in-ism, until the book is in my hands and I have read it through. The next time you see me or you talk to me? I will know everything. And so will you.
Eeeeeeeeek!
I'm not going back to Privet Drive
Spend the summer at the Burrow
With my gir-uh-ul
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
This time around
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
Once and for all
Don't go expecting answers
I'm taking Hedwig with me
And when they're ready
Ron and Hermione
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
Once and for all
We're going looking for trouble
(Talking about You-Know-Who)
We gotta finish this
This time around
Though before we had our reasons
This time it's personal
You can pretend that you don’t care
But you know you cried
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
Once and for all
We're going looking for trouble
(Talking about You-Know-Who)
We gotta finish this
This time around
Do you have any leads on where the Horcruxes are?
'Cause I don't have a clue
I don't know who RAB is
Do you?
Do you?
We're going looking for trouble
We're gonna finish this
This time around
We're going looking for trouble
We gotta finish this
Once and for all
We're going looking for trouble
We gotta finish this
This time around
We're going looking for trouble
We gotta finish this
Once and for all
- Alex Carpenter, The Remus Lupins
This is totally it, guys. IT IS OUT. Which means that this is the start of my internet silence, and possible voluntary shut-in-ism, until the book is in my hands and I have read it through. The next time you see me or you talk to me? I will know everything. And so will you.
Eeeeeeeeek!
Thursday
If I may, BAM!
I sent the following to the New York Times. It turns out that I can actually write well when I put my mind to it. ... about Harry Potter.
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To Whom It May Concern:
I am a long-time reader and, often, avid supporter of the New York Times. Not today, however. Today, I am saddened, sick, and profoundly disappointed in your publication. You see, I am also one of the millions of young people who has spent the past decade growing up with Harry Potter.
Your decision to print and run material from the unreleased final book is, in a word, wrong. There was not a shred of journalistic integrity in this decision. The only thing served by this action is a base, mean scrabbling for sensationalist material.
Furthermore, your choice has hurt millions of Harry Potter fans, many of them children, and all of them deserving of the simple decency not to have this book ruined for them. For them, today, you are the enemy. You have attempted to rob them of a moment of joy that they have been waiting for for many years. For some of them, it has been most of their lives.
To say that I expect better of the Times is an understatement. I can no longer consider the Times a model for conscientious and professional conduct. I wonder how, if at all, your newspaper can win back my respect, and the respect of the scores of readers like me.
I must say that I was pleased to see the condemnation handed out to you by JK Rowling and her Bloomsbury publishers. I hope this, and the harsh words of readers, gives you pause. I hope that you feel shame for what you have done. You cannot take this decision back. I hope that you will at least prevent The New York Times from behaving so poorly in the future.
Sincerely,
Amy Jupenstein*
*not true. I used my real name.
-----
To Whom It May Concern:
I am a long-time reader and, often, avid supporter of the New York Times. Not today, however. Today, I am saddened, sick, and profoundly disappointed in your publication. You see, I am also one of the millions of young people who has spent the past decade growing up with Harry Potter.
Your decision to print and run material from the unreleased final book is, in a word, wrong. There was not a shred of journalistic integrity in this decision. The only thing served by this action is a base, mean scrabbling for sensationalist material.
Furthermore, your choice has hurt millions of Harry Potter fans, many of them children, and all of them deserving of the simple decency not to have this book ruined for them. For them, today, you are the enemy. You have attempted to rob them of a moment of joy that they have been waiting for for many years. For some of them, it has been most of their lives.
To say that I expect better of the Times is an understatement. I can no longer consider the Times a model for conscientious and professional conduct. I wonder how, if at all, your newspaper can win back my respect, and the respect of the scores of readers like me.
I must say that I was pleased to see the condemnation handed out to you by JK Rowling and her Bloomsbury publishers. I hope this, and the harsh words of readers, gives you pause. I hope that you feel shame for what you have done. You cannot take this decision back. I hope that you will at least prevent The New York Times from behaving so poorly in the future.
Sincerely,
Amy Jupenstein*
*not true. I used my real name.
Friday
PotterCast!!
I just got home from the live PotterCast in the city. Okay, that's not true. I got home, chatted with my mother, and then I had to watch Doctor Who. I ... I may love Martha. But right before that, I just got home from PotterCast.
Oh dudes. I am all over that thing like brown on brown rice. Really!
First, a few basic impressions.
- Public transportation was, of course, delayed for reasons that were hard to figure out. I had meant to get there early, but didn't get there until after 6:30, so I wound up standing in the back. I got to chat with some nice people back there, though.
- About thirty seconds after I settled into my place, Melissa Anelli came walking right by me. I managed to sputter that it was nice to meet her (totally stupid - we didn't actually meet!) and she responded in kind and quickly shuffled off. She was very busy with ... things. It was adorable. Her mother was there, too.
- John looks a lot more Italian in real life. I mean, he's said that he is, but from the few pictures that I'd seen, I didn't think so. He seemed too dark. Like he was really Philipino or something and just trying to fake everyone out. Up close, he looks much more Italian. He's just a lot darker than I am.
- I took a bunch of behind-the-scenes photos, which you can find here. They're all really boring, even if you like PotterCast. Just the hosts in various unflattering candids. Good times!
- Melissa's boobs are as big as mine used to be. And she's about as short as I am. Aww.
- The proceedings may have been taped by CBS News. I'm not sure. In any event, it probably would have aired while I was watching much more important television (Who).
Now the parts with me!! Here's a sneak preview of PotterCast #Whatever.
- As promised, I cheered really loudly at the "Is Harry A Horcrux?" question. The three of them on stage all turned to look at me. It was awesome and awkward, just as I'd planned.
- During discussion of the film, I butted in to note the following:
[Begin Spoiler for OOTP Movie — Highlight to view]
In the scene in the Ministry, when Voldemort knocks Harry's wand away from him, is he using wandless magic? I say he is.
[End Spoiler]
- I got up at the end for theories! They asked people to start lining up, and a billion people ran for it. There were a good deal of people ahead of me. Even though I started out immediately, I went up the center aisle, instead of around the side. The queue was even on the side where I had been standing. D'oh! But it worked out, because I was the penultimate speaker. I first offered to share my reasons why I think Harry is a Horcrux. But ... didn't. Obviously. Really wrong audience. Instead, I offered the world premiere of two new theories of mine:
1. Nagini is not a Horcrux. I know! This kind of, actually, would dissolve a lot of my argument for why Harry is a Horcrux. Although, I think the most important part of this plot line was finding out that you can make a Horcrux of a living thing. That's still relevant. Plus all the stuff about the scar. But! Nagini's not a Horcrux. I'd be willing to bet. It just seems ... largely speculative on Dumbledore's part. I think this was his most tentative theory, and something about it just doesn't add up. For one, Dumbledore says that Voldemort has never trusted anyone. Then he backtracks and says maybe he kind of trusts the snake. Also, Dumbledore has to be wrong about at least one of the Horcruxes. He can't be right all the time. He even says so. Repeatedly. So, there's got to be something to that.
2. Somewhere in Book 7, probably in the epilogue, Percy Weasley will become Minister for Magic. I should point out that this theory was completely vetoed by the whole crowd. Shot down. But! It was a very emotionally-based reaction. Let me explain why I think this would be good. First of all, Percy didn't really do anything that wrong. Put aside for a moment that everybody loves the Weasleys. All Percy did was have a fight with his family. Lots of people do that. It doesn't make him a Death Eater, for Pete's sake. And yes, Percy's sycophantic and arrogant, but that's just because he has some growing up to do. He's been taking an extended adolescence, but I don't think it will last forever. Secondly, I think this could work out to be a very bittersweet ending for Percy. Percy is Ministry. If he's on any sort of team at all, it's the Ministry's. He's with them. That's where he belongs. I also don't think that he will ever entirely make up with his family or our band of heroes. He's never going to "join" them again. However, I've been saying all along that Percy has to have some sort of low-level redemption happen. I think this could be just the right avenue. Percy's administration might heal the rift that we see between our heroes and the wizarding government. It will still never be a close and friendly relationship, but I think it would be better. Ties up Percy and ties up the Ministry. Both will get their acts together in the end, though they will always remain somewhat separate.
Isn't that a nice theory? Don't you think they should have listened to me?
Afterwards, I tried to patronize the Borders, but they didn't have the Ted Leo album that I wanted. However, I did manage to pick up more tea at the bus station. Woo, tea!
So what I'm saying is, you should listen to PotterCast this week! Even if you don't usually, and even if you don't listen to podcasts in general or anything about Harry Potter. Because it's a chance to hear how stupid my voice sounds in recording!
Oh dudes. I am all over that thing like brown on brown rice. Really!
First, a few basic impressions.
- Public transportation was, of course, delayed for reasons that were hard to figure out. I had meant to get there early, but didn't get there until after 6:30, so I wound up standing in the back. I got to chat with some nice people back there, though.
- About thirty seconds after I settled into my place, Melissa Anelli came walking right by me. I managed to sputter that it was nice to meet her (totally stupid - we didn't actually meet!) and she responded in kind and quickly shuffled off. She was very busy with ... things. It was adorable. Her mother was there, too.
- John looks a lot more Italian in real life. I mean, he's said that he is, but from the few pictures that I'd seen, I didn't think so. He seemed too dark. Like he was really Philipino or something and just trying to fake everyone out. Up close, he looks much more Italian. He's just a lot darker than I am.
- I took a bunch of behind-the-scenes photos, which you can find here. They're all really boring, even if you like PotterCast. Just the hosts in various unflattering candids. Good times!
- Melissa's boobs are as big as mine used to be. And she's about as short as I am. Aww.
- The proceedings may have been taped by CBS News. I'm not sure. In any event, it probably would have aired while I was watching much more important television (Who).
Now the parts with me!! Here's a sneak preview of PotterCast #Whatever.
- As promised, I cheered really loudly at the "Is Harry A Horcrux?" question. The three of them on stage all turned to look at me. It was awesome and awkward, just as I'd planned.
- During discussion of the film, I butted in to note the following:
[Begin Spoiler for OOTP Movie — Highlight to view]
In the scene in the Ministry, when Voldemort knocks Harry's wand away from him, is he using wandless magic? I say he is.
[End Spoiler]
- I got up at the end for theories! They asked people to start lining up, and a billion people ran for it. There were a good deal of people ahead of me. Even though I started out immediately, I went up the center aisle, instead of around the side. The queue was even on the side where I had been standing. D'oh! But it worked out, because I was the penultimate speaker. I first offered to share my reasons why I think Harry is a Horcrux. But ... didn't. Obviously. Really wrong audience. Instead, I offered the world premiere of two new theories of mine:
1. Nagini is not a Horcrux. I know! This kind of, actually, would dissolve a lot of my argument for why Harry is a Horcrux. Although, I think the most important part of this plot line was finding out that you can make a Horcrux of a living thing. That's still relevant. Plus all the stuff about the scar. But! Nagini's not a Horcrux. I'd be willing to bet. It just seems ... largely speculative on Dumbledore's part. I think this was his most tentative theory, and something about it just doesn't add up. For one, Dumbledore says that Voldemort has never trusted anyone. Then he backtracks and says maybe he kind of trusts the snake. Also, Dumbledore has to be wrong about at least one of the Horcruxes. He can't be right all the time. He even says so. Repeatedly. So, there's got to be something to that.
2. Somewhere in Book 7, probably in the epilogue, Percy Weasley will become Minister for Magic. I should point out that this theory was completely vetoed by the whole crowd. Shot down. But! It was a very emotionally-based reaction. Let me explain why I think this would be good. First of all, Percy didn't really do anything that wrong. Put aside for a moment that everybody loves the Weasleys. All Percy did was have a fight with his family. Lots of people do that. It doesn't make him a Death Eater, for Pete's sake. And yes, Percy's sycophantic and arrogant, but that's just because he has some growing up to do. He's been taking an extended adolescence, but I don't think it will last forever. Secondly, I think this could work out to be a very bittersweet ending for Percy. Percy is Ministry. If he's on any sort of team at all, it's the Ministry's. He's with them. That's where he belongs. I also don't think that he will ever entirely make up with his family or our band of heroes. He's never going to "join" them again. However, I've been saying all along that Percy has to have some sort of low-level redemption happen. I think this could be just the right avenue. Percy's administration might heal the rift that we see between our heroes and the wizarding government. It will still never be a close and friendly relationship, but I think it would be better. Ties up Percy and ties up the Ministry. Both will get their acts together in the end, though they will always remain somewhat separate.
Isn't that a nice theory? Don't you think they should have listened to me?
Afterwards, I tried to patronize the Borders, but they didn't have the Ted Leo album that I wanted. However, I did manage to pick up more tea at the bus station. Woo, tea!
So what I'm saying is, you should listen to PotterCast this week! Even if you don't usually, and even if you don't listen to podcasts in general or anything about Harry Potter. Because it's a chance to hear how stupid my voice sounds in recording!
LIVID.
This is what I was earlier this morning. I had to write a few emails, so I'm better now. But, oh, man. LIVID.
Some of you may remember (but probably not) that a while ago I mentioned National Geographic's Genographic Project. I'm not linking to it because I hate them. Well, I hate someone, anyway. I'm not really sure who.
Here's what it is. National Geographic is sponsoring a scientific project to map human migration based on Y-chromosome DNA and mitochondrial DNA. Pretty sweet! A swab of your cheek cells will allow you to trace your ancestors back to the bowels of time. Kind of.
It still sounds awesome, and I would still recommend that you get involved with it.
Here's where the problems ensued. As most of you know, I don't have a credit card. Because damn The Man. The kit costs in excess of 100 dollars, and I purchased it online using a prepaid card.
A few weeks later I received an email stating that the "credit card number" I used could not be processed, and to call the customer service number. I did so immediately. What I learned is that, because the card is not associated with a billing address, their system can't process it. Super. Anyway. I told them that I would be sending in an alternate method of payment and not to cancel the order.
The very next day (June 15th) I mailed in a money order for the full amount. I don't have a checking account either. You know what? Stop judging me.
I heard nothing until two weeks later, when I received an email saying exactly the same thing the first email said. The credit card number cannot be processed, please call customer service for assistance. I call customer service again, and speak to two different people and tell the whole story. I tell them that I have already sent in a payment, and please don't cancel my order. Both (like the first one) assured me that they would make notes on the order and that it would not be canceled.
Last night, I received another email. It was sent at 8:45PM EDT. It said that the credit card number could not be processed and as they had contacted me several times about this issue I had to respond that day or else they would assume that I wanted my order canceled. I called them again. Spoke with a fourth person. Explained the whole thing from the beginning. Had this fourth person assure me that my order would not be canceled.
Also, on a whim, I sent a strongly worded reply to the email I received, saying how profoundly disappointed I was with the appallingly unprofessional manner in which this situation had been handled. Seriously, in that email? There were no less than three misspellings, so that when I called customer service, I checked with them to make sure it wasn't spam. In any event, it didn't bounce back, so someone received it. I'm sure it will accomplish nothing, though.
Today. I'm at work. I get an email. They canceled my fucking order. Because the credit card number could not be processed. Cue my head exploding.
I called again, immediately. Spent God knows how long on hold at various times. The problem as it stands now is, of course, they don't have the money order. Even though I sent it exactly as instructed by the very first person I spoke to one month ago. What I get from the chick I'm talking to is that they have not received the money order. They recently moved locations, and maybe it's lost in the shuffle somewhere. Basically, "Waffle, waffle, bullshit." And "she" says that they can only keep the order on hold for so long. "Who is 'she'?" I ask. The girl's supervisor. Can I speak with this supervisor? No, of course not, because the girl is not allowed to transfer calls to the supervisor. I can leave my number, though! Which I did, for the third time. Who wants to wager that I never get a fucking call?
So, as of now, I am out $100+ that these people have lost (I sent it over a month ago - what the fuck, please?), I have no order, and not one of these people knows what the fuck they are doing. At present, I don't know how I can complain more loudly or more vehemently than I have done, but I will find out how and I will do it. Because Jesus Fucking Christ.
On the other hand, I'm totally going into town to chat about Harry Potter later. And I'm getting another new tree for the front of my house, courtesy of the twip.
Some of you may remember (but probably not) that a while ago I mentioned National Geographic's Genographic Project. I'm not linking to it because I hate them. Well, I hate someone, anyway. I'm not really sure who.
Here's what it is. National Geographic is sponsoring a scientific project to map human migration based on Y-chromosome DNA and mitochondrial DNA. Pretty sweet! A swab of your cheek cells will allow you to trace your ancestors back to the bowels of time. Kind of.
It still sounds awesome, and I would still recommend that you get involved with it.
Here's where the problems ensued. As most of you know, I don't have a credit card. Because damn The Man. The kit costs in excess of 100 dollars, and I purchased it online using a prepaid card.
A few weeks later I received an email stating that the "credit card number" I used could not be processed, and to call the customer service number. I did so immediately. What I learned is that, because the card is not associated with a billing address, their system can't process it. Super. Anyway. I told them that I would be sending in an alternate method of payment and not to cancel the order.
The very next day (June 15th) I mailed in a money order for the full amount. I don't have a checking account either. You know what? Stop judging me.
I heard nothing until two weeks later, when I received an email saying exactly the same thing the first email said. The credit card number cannot be processed, please call customer service for assistance. I call customer service again, and speak to two different people and tell the whole story. I tell them that I have already sent in a payment, and please don't cancel my order. Both (like the first one) assured me that they would make notes on the order and that it would not be canceled.
Last night, I received another email. It was sent at 8:45PM EDT. It said that the credit card number could not be processed and as they had contacted me several times about this issue I had to respond that day or else they would assume that I wanted my order canceled. I called them again. Spoke with a fourth person. Explained the whole thing from the beginning. Had this fourth person assure me that my order would not be canceled.
Also, on a whim, I sent a strongly worded reply to the email I received, saying how profoundly disappointed I was with the appallingly unprofessional manner in which this situation had been handled. Seriously, in that email? There were no less than three misspellings, so that when I called customer service, I checked with them to make sure it wasn't spam. In any event, it didn't bounce back, so someone received it. I'm sure it will accomplish nothing, though.
Today. I'm at work. I get an email. They canceled my fucking order. Because the credit card number could not be processed. Cue my head exploding.
I called again, immediately. Spent God knows how long on hold at various times. The problem as it stands now is, of course, they don't have the money order. Even though I sent it exactly as instructed by the very first person I spoke to one month ago. What I get from the chick I'm talking to is that they have not received the money order. They recently moved locations, and maybe it's lost in the shuffle somewhere. Basically, "Waffle, waffle, bullshit." And "she" says that they can only keep the order on hold for so long. "Who is 'she'?" I ask. The girl's supervisor. Can I speak with this supervisor? No, of course not, because the girl is not allowed to transfer calls to the supervisor. I can leave my number, though! Which I did, for the third time. Who wants to wager that I never get a fucking call?
So, as of now, I am out $100+ that these people have lost (I sent it over a month ago - what the fuck, please?), I have no order, and not one of these people knows what the fuck they are doing. At present, I don't know how I can complain more loudly or more vehemently than I have done, but I will find out how and I will do it. Because Jesus Fucking Christ.
On the other hand, I'm totally going into town to chat about Harry Potter later. And I'm getting another new tree for the front of my house, courtesy of the twip.
Wednesday
I suppose there's probably a point at which one ODs on being a geek.
I took the day off to go and watch Harry Potter. That's almost like quitting! Oh man, I wish. Briefly: it was awesome. It was so awesome. I'd like to go see it again.
When we got to the theater, slight panic happened because of what we found there: schoolbuses. Dozens and dozens of schoolbuses. It was chilling. But! It seems that all the camps and organizations and what have you caught the earliest showings. (We got there early to secure tickets for the 1 o'clock.) By the time we were standing in line, we were amongst a largely adult crowd. And I didn't have to sit next to anyone large or noisy. And I only had to deal with a minimum of stupidity*. I usually don't like it when movie theaters are too crowded. But this was nice. At the end, nearly everyone applauded, and it's awesome when that happens.
On Friday, I'm totally going to the PotterCast that's being done in the city. When they ask the crowd if Harry's a Horcrux, I'm going to cheer really loudly. It'll be awesome. Or embarrassing. Probably both. I'm so excited!
Review.
[Begin Spoiler for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix — Highlight to view]
Before I went to see the movie, I had read a few newspaper reviews. I stopped, because they were somewhat upsetting. There seemed to be a pretty even split between reviewers who thought that this was the best one yet, and reviewers who thought they dropped the ball. After watching it, I can understand both.
I'll try like heck to assess the movie as its own element, and not as a translation of the book. A little of it will sneak in, I'm sure. I'm pretty impressed that, like the filmmakers have been saying, OotP really does pare down into a pretty streamlined story. It totally does! But it turns out that, apparently ... the streamlined story is kind of boring? OotP is my favorite of the series (so far, anyway). I know that a lot of fans say it's their least favorite. I had been a little shocked to hear some people say that they don't like it because, despite being the longest book by far, it's light on plot. After seeing it in movie form ... that's totally true! Nothing really happens in the whole movie!
Except, I mean, Sirius dies. Oh man. Gary Oldman. Gary Oldman is truly a master craftsman of acting. Actually, all the acting in the movie was outstanding. I first decided this when I was surreptitiously watching clips from the film on mute while I was languishing in my office. I know, I know. But you read my entry title, didn't you? It was amazing: it looked like normal people just talking to each other. I know that sounds like ridiculous praise, but it's actually very very high praise.
David Yates might be a genius. The direction in this movie truly is wonderful. Aside from the work with the actors, there was also lots of adventurous camera work going on. Shots from upside down, things like that. It was awesome. I wish, though, that he could have directed the film in another 15 years or so. While he's obviously very talented, he's also obviously brand new. If he had had time to perfect his skill, this may have been the best movie ever.
Anyway, back to Gary Oldman and how great he is. Oh! Also, Alan Rickman. Seriously. The Occlumency scenes were incredible. I'm trying not to use the word "boss" because then my boyfriend will despair for me. But, no, really, they were. They were so boss.
Except what the hell! Snape's Worst Memory was so short! We didn't even get to see Harry's mother at all! There's so much from the previews and everything else that didn't make it into the final product. And I really, really wish they had. Here's my bottom line on the movie: what they did, they did damn near to perfection. But I could have used more. It really, really could have used more. I don't mean this as a fan. Although, that too. I want Ron to be Head Boy and Quidditch captain. I wanted to see Umbridge inspect McGonagall. But I can do without that. What I mean is, I really think they would have been benefited to expand what they had.
Everything went by so quickly! There was no time to savor any of the scenes. Savor, there you go. The metaphor I came up with on the drive home was, it's like ordering the world's most outrageous, most delicious food, and then wolfing it down. And this is why I loved the book, even though, apparently, nothing goes on in it. I've said all along that JK Rowling is a superb storyteller. Storytelling is a craft. Sort of like glass-blowing. Beautiful in the finished project, but a solid, hands-on craft. The story that JK Rowling is telling, pared-down, bare-bones, is not very interesting. It's good versus evil. Earnest orphan fights the powers of darkness and is saved by love and friendship. Obviously! Boring.
It's how she does it. It's in all the details. It's in the way that things unfold, and how they're revealed. I'm not saying that OotP wouldn't have benefited from some sterner editing (one word: "coolly"), but the details are what makes it Harry Potter. This is where the movie fails. It needs those details. It has a lot. I will credit the new screenwriter by saying that he certainly seems to cherish the world more than the other guy ever did. I love when that happens in adaptations - the things in the background. The things that have whole paragraphs devoted to them, and only you know, because you're in on it, and your neighbor isn't. But they only had them where they could throw them in as the story was barreling forward. We need to settle into the world, because that's when we love it. If they could have added 10 seconds to every scene, I don't think it would have been badly used.
Having said that. Holy shit did you see the Occlumency scenes? DID YOU SEE DUMBLEDORE TOTALLY OWN EVERYTHING? "It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom." Fucking A, Dumbledore!! Did I mention how great Gary Oldman was? Alan Rickman? How about Imelda Staunton? Evanna Lynch? Helena Bonham Carter? Hell, Warwick Davis? The twins?
I want to go see it again.
[End Spoiler]
Ten more days. Must not freak out.
*Okay, so, we got into the theater almost 40 minutes early. It was necessary, else we probably would not have gotten a seat. Or, okay, we would have, but not one we could comfortably see the screen from. So, I was there to see the filler that they run before the commercials that come before the previews that they show before the trailers. (Trailers for 5 different Potter ripoffs and The Bourne Ultimatum. Oh, and Get Smart! Which I haven't decided how I feel about yet.) The upshot is, I got to learn ten times that before Jeremy Irons was a star, he used to work as a social worker in London. On one of these go-rounds, one of the trio of vapid girls in front of me remarked, "Who's Jeremy Irons?" in a slightly offended voice. Don't worry. She knows who Robert De Niro is, though. I probably would have been more angry if I hadn't been too busy thinking "Jeremy's Iron" to myself and giggling more than is seemly about it. I was really excited to be there.
When we got to the theater, slight panic happened because of what we found there: schoolbuses. Dozens and dozens of schoolbuses. It was chilling. But! It seems that all the camps and organizations and what have you caught the earliest showings. (We got there early to secure tickets for the 1 o'clock.) By the time we were standing in line, we were amongst a largely adult crowd. And I didn't have to sit next to anyone large or noisy. And I only had to deal with a minimum of stupidity*. I usually don't like it when movie theaters are too crowded. But this was nice. At the end, nearly everyone applauded, and it's awesome when that happens.
On Friday, I'm totally going to the PotterCast that's being done in the city. When they ask the crowd if Harry's a Horcrux, I'm going to cheer really loudly. It'll be awesome. Or embarrassing. Probably both. I'm so excited!
Review.
[Begin Spoiler for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix — Highlight to view]
Before I went to see the movie, I had read a few newspaper reviews. I stopped, because they were somewhat upsetting. There seemed to be a pretty even split between reviewers who thought that this was the best one yet, and reviewers who thought they dropped the ball. After watching it, I can understand both.
I'll try like heck to assess the movie as its own element, and not as a translation of the book. A little of it will sneak in, I'm sure. I'm pretty impressed that, like the filmmakers have been saying, OotP really does pare down into a pretty streamlined story. It totally does! But it turns out that, apparently ... the streamlined story is kind of boring? OotP is my favorite of the series (so far, anyway). I know that a lot of fans say it's their least favorite. I had been a little shocked to hear some people say that they don't like it because, despite being the longest book by far, it's light on plot. After seeing it in movie form ... that's totally true! Nothing really happens in the whole movie!
Except, I mean, Sirius dies. Oh man. Gary Oldman. Gary Oldman is truly a master craftsman of acting. Actually, all the acting in the movie was outstanding. I first decided this when I was surreptitiously watching clips from the film on mute while I was languishing in my office. I know, I know. But you read my entry title, didn't you? It was amazing: it looked like normal people just talking to each other. I know that sounds like ridiculous praise, but it's actually very very high praise.
David Yates might be a genius. The direction in this movie truly is wonderful. Aside from the work with the actors, there was also lots of adventurous camera work going on. Shots from upside down, things like that. It was awesome. I wish, though, that he could have directed the film in another 15 years or so. While he's obviously very talented, he's also obviously brand new. If he had had time to perfect his skill, this may have been the best movie ever.
Anyway, back to Gary Oldman and how great he is. Oh! Also, Alan Rickman. Seriously. The Occlumency scenes were incredible. I'm trying not to use the word "boss" because then my boyfriend will despair for me. But, no, really, they were. They were so boss.
Except what the hell! Snape's Worst Memory was so short! We didn't even get to see Harry's mother at all! There's so much from the previews and everything else that didn't make it into the final product. And I really, really wish they had. Here's my bottom line on the movie: what they did, they did damn near to perfection. But I could have used more. It really, really could have used more. I don't mean this as a fan. Although, that too. I want Ron to be Head Boy and Quidditch captain. I wanted to see Umbridge inspect McGonagall. But I can do without that. What I mean is, I really think they would have been benefited to expand what they had.
Everything went by so quickly! There was no time to savor any of the scenes. Savor, there you go. The metaphor I came up with on the drive home was, it's like ordering the world's most outrageous, most delicious food, and then wolfing it down. And this is why I loved the book, even though, apparently, nothing goes on in it. I've said all along that JK Rowling is a superb storyteller. Storytelling is a craft. Sort of like glass-blowing. Beautiful in the finished project, but a solid, hands-on craft. The story that JK Rowling is telling, pared-down, bare-bones, is not very interesting. It's good versus evil. Earnest orphan fights the powers of darkness and is saved by love and friendship. Obviously! Boring.
It's how she does it. It's in all the details. It's in the way that things unfold, and how they're revealed. I'm not saying that OotP wouldn't have benefited from some sterner editing (one word: "coolly"), but the details are what makes it Harry Potter. This is where the movie fails. It needs those details. It has a lot. I will credit the new screenwriter by saying that he certainly seems to cherish the world more than the other guy ever did. I love when that happens in adaptations - the things in the background. The things that have whole paragraphs devoted to them, and only you know, because you're in on it, and your neighbor isn't. But they only had them where they could throw them in as the story was barreling forward. We need to settle into the world, because that's when we love it. If they could have added 10 seconds to every scene, I don't think it would have been badly used.
Having said that. Holy shit did you see the Occlumency scenes? DID YOU SEE DUMBLEDORE TOTALLY OWN EVERYTHING? "It was foolish of you to come here tonight, Tom." Fucking A, Dumbledore!! Did I mention how great Gary Oldman was? Alan Rickman? How about Imelda Staunton? Evanna Lynch? Helena Bonham Carter? Hell, Warwick Davis? The twins?
I want to go see it again.
[End Spoiler]
Ten more days. Must not freak out.
*Okay, so, we got into the theater almost 40 minutes early. It was necessary, else we probably would not have gotten a seat. Or, okay, we would have, but not one we could comfortably see the screen from. So, I was there to see the filler that they run before the commercials that come before the previews that they show before the trailers. (Trailers for 5 different Potter ripoffs and The Bourne Ultimatum. Oh, and Get Smart! Which I haven't decided how I feel about yet.) The upshot is, I got to learn ten times that before Jeremy Irons was a star, he used to work as a social worker in London. On one of these go-rounds, one of the trio of vapid girls in front of me remarked, "Who's Jeremy Irons?" in a slightly offended voice. Don't worry. She knows who Robert De Niro is, though. I probably would have been more angry if I hadn't been too busy thinking "Jeremy's Iron" to myself and giggling more than is seemly about it. I was really excited to be there.
Monday
Aw, man.
Television Without Pity has put Doctor Who on permanent hiatus. Wherefore?
Was there a lack of (US) interest? I can't see how. My newspaper's run at least two articles on the Series* 3, and that's pretty impressive for a British import that airs on cable. Was Jacob too busy and they couldn't find anyone suitably crazy to fill his shoes? I was really looking forward to him waxing batshit about Martha and all else.
I'm very disappointed! Reading TWoP recaps is half the reason I watch TV.
Was there a lack of (US) interest? I can't see how. My newspaper's run at least two articles on the Series* 3, and that's pretty impressive for a British import that airs on cable. Was Jacob too busy and they couldn't find anyone suitably crazy to fill his shoes? I was really looking forward to him waxing batshit about Martha and all else.
I'm very disappointed! Reading TWoP recaps is half the reason I watch TV.
Tuesday
Remember when my foot was gross?
I do.
What I forgot was that apparently I had taken a whole bunch of pictures of it and put them on my Yahoo! photo account. Well, apparently Yahoo! photos is going to close, so I've been afforded the opportunity to import the pictures to Flickr. Which I totally just did.
So, now I will have a couple pictures of a pretty scarf, and a handful of pictures of my grisly maimed foot. Yay?
The point of this is, I need to upload more pictures to that account. I've been taking lots of the nature and crap that's around my house. I have a picture of the praying mantis and the painted lady butterfly that live in my garden, plus the Eastern Goldfinches that reside in my lilac tree (sadly, not a red oak tree). Also, one time about a year ago, there were totally awesome rainbows all over the place, and I took pictures of that too.
They are very pretty. I am very lazy not to have done anything with them. A few months ago I actually got the pictures developed from when I visited California. The first time. That was 2004, y'all.
What I forgot was that apparently I had taken a whole bunch of pictures of it and put them on my Yahoo! photo account. Well, apparently Yahoo! photos is going to close, so I've been afforded the opportunity to import the pictures to Flickr. Which I totally just did.
So, now I will have a couple pictures of a pretty scarf, and a handful of pictures of my grisly maimed foot. Yay?
The point of this is, I need to upload more pictures to that account. I've been taking lots of the nature and crap that's around my house. I have a picture of the praying mantis and the painted lady butterfly that live in my garden, plus the Eastern Goldfinches that reside in my lilac tree (sadly, not a red oak tree). Also, one time about a year ago, there were totally awesome rainbows all over the place, and I took pictures of that too.
They are very pretty. I am very lazy not to have done anything with them. A few months ago I actually got the pictures developed from when I visited California. The first time. That was 2004, y'all.
Monday
One of those meme things.
I saw this one a while ago, and I decided that I would post it, because I liked the question and my answers. When I tried to go and find it, I discovered that that was back in January. Oops! It's a lot longer than I remember it being. Sorry. I know I'm not that interesting.
1. Is your second toe longer than your first? No. It's ever-so-slightly shorter if I pull it out straight, and shorter still if I don't. I have a small degree of hammertoe to my second toes.
2. Do you have a favorite type of pen? From time to time. I tend to prefer black ink, fine point pens. But in terms of specific models, they go in and out of fashion.
3. Look at your planner for March 14, what are you doing? It would be patently ridiculous to plan anything that far ahead.
4. What color are your toenails usually? Not as clear a pink as my fingernails, but I guess that's because the nail is thicker. I don't paint my nails.
5. What was the last thing you highlighted? With a highlighter? Probably something at work. I last attempted to highlight my hair a week ago. Not really. Sort of.
6. What color are your bedroom curtains? I don't have bedroom curtains! Isn't that terrible? I'm working on it, mother.
7. What color are the seats in your car? Gray. And dirty in spots. Which I try not to think about too much, as it's the dirt of Nerwen's former girlfriend. Ew.
8. Have you ever had a black and white cat? Not at the same time, but I have had one cat that was all black, and one cat that is all white.
9. What is the last thing you put a stamp on? Harper's birthday card. Actually, I used two. Happy birthday, Harper!
10. Do you know anyone who lives in Wyoming? When I was little, it was my intention to make up short stories about the false etymologies of all 50 US states. I only managed Arkansas and Wyoming. So, in my imagination, Oming used to live in Wyoming. He's dead now, though. I don't know anyone who lives there anymore.
11. Why did you withdraw cash from the ATM the last time? Because I needed money.
12. Who is the last baby that you held? In my whole life, I have never held a baby. True story!
13. Do you know of any twins with rhyming names? I can remember knowing 5 pairs of twins. Of those, only one have names that start with the same letter. But then, so did their other siblings. None of them rhymed.
14. Do you like Cinnamon toothpaste? Not that I've ever had it, but I can only imagine that the answer is no.
15. What kind of car were you driving 2 years ago? I wasn't driving a car two years ago; I had a crippling phobia of driving.
16. Pick one: Miami Hurricanes or Florida Gators: ... What's the difference?
17. Last time you went to Six Flags: Probably several years ago. I would have gone with my cousins, and I don't really talk to them anymore.
18. Do you have any wallpaper in your house? My house is a Wallpaper Free Zone. We worked hard to get it that way. Yay!
19. Closest thing to you that is yellow: A stuffed duck, courtesy of Aflac. His beak and feet, anyway.
20. Last person to give you a business card? The receptionist at my urologist's office.
21. Who is the last person you wrote a check to? I have never, in my life, written a check. I last purchased a money order for the purpose of giving it to LabCorp.
22. Closest framed picture to you? It's a picture of my sister Karen, in the middle of the memorial plaque that we got from Bon Jovi. There used to be a personal note about her in the middle, but when we got it back from her former husband, it had mysteriously disappeared. SERIOUSLY.
23. Last time you had someone cook for you? I guess that would be the last time that I told my mother I would make pasta, and then I loitered at the computer long enough that she just started making it herself. Heh.
24. Have you ever applied for welfare? Nope. Fingers crossed!
25. How many emails do you have? I can only assume this means addresses. I have 3 that currently work.
26. Last time you received flowers? Huh. I buy flowers a lot more frequently than I receive them. Shit. When I graduated?
27. Do you think the sanctity of marriage is meant for only a man and a woman? Without getting into it: No.
28. What kind of milk do you drink? I drink Lactaid Skim Milk with added calcium. It's great! No nothin' in it! But it still tastes like milk, don't give me that lip.
29. Do you play air guitar? I never air guitar. I always air drum. Which is weird, since I have absolutely no desire to play the drums.
30. Do you take anything in your coffee? I don't take coffee, period.
31. Do you have any Willow Tree figurines? Yes I do! I had to check first. I have a hanging ornament about friendship that was given to me by an eight-year-old. Aww.
32. Have you ever owned a Beanie Baby? I own several Beanie Babies. A few I got back when they were real super popular, just because they were real super popular, and one I have a a present from a show I did.
33. Last person you spoke to from high school: Probably Lynda. I can't remember talking to anyone else.
34. Last time you used hand sanitizer: A long time. I hate that crap. It just makes the dirt on your hands crumblier.
35. Would you like to learn to play the drums? Heh! No!
36. What color are the blinds in your living room? They are wood-colored, because they are made of wood.
37. What is in your inbox at work? Some spam, some notices from companies that I don't pay attention to, and a bunch of residual stuff that my boss made me deal with for him.
38. Last thing you read in the newspaper: Harry Potter fanart made by local school children.
39. What was the last pageant you attended? ... I don't think I've ever been to a pageant!
40. Where is the last place you bought pizza from? Some local joint. I don't eat it, though.
41. Have you ever worn a crown? I totally have! I wore a crown for my first communion, when I dressed up as a princess for Halloween, and several times at ballet recitals.
42. What is the last thing you stapled? A homeowner's policy.
43. Did you ever drink Clear Pepsi? There is not enough "no."
44. Are you ticklish? Yes. Also, I can tickle myself. So whoever said that you can't? Is wrong.
45. Last time you saw fireworks: About 15 minutes ago. They're starting to get antsy around here.
46. Last time you had a Krispy Kreme doughnut: Last year, maybe? I know I was in Virginia.
47. Who is the last person that left you a message and you actually returned their call? My father, I think. My sister left me a message after he did, but she called me again before I had a chance to call her back.
48. Last time you parked under a carport: I wonder if my garage counts, since I can't close the door once I pull in there.
49. Do you have a black dog? No. My cousins have had two. Ruined them both.
50. Do you have any pickles in your fridge? I am not in favor of pickles.
51. Are you an aunt or uncle? Kind of.
52. Who has the prettiest eyes that you know of? My eyes are rather attractive! The boy has the prettiest color eyes.
53. Last time you saw a semi truck: This morning. It made me miss the light.
54. Do you remember Ugly Kid Joe? I do. They were one of the last "new" bands that my sister had gotten into. ("I don't like a thing about your sister/'Cause I think sex is overrated too" - heh!)
55. Do you have a little black dress? Well, I have a dress that's black. It's more of a dumpy mourning frock, though.
1. Is your second toe longer than your first? No. It's ever-so-slightly shorter if I pull it out straight, and shorter still if I don't. I have a small degree of hammertoe to my second toes.
2. Do you have a favorite type of pen? From time to time. I tend to prefer black ink, fine point pens. But in terms of specific models, they go in and out of fashion.
3. Look at your planner for March 14, what are you doing? It would be patently ridiculous to plan anything that far ahead.
4. What color are your toenails usually? Not as clear a pink as my fingernails, but I guess that's because the nail is thicker. I don't paint my nails.
5. What was the last thing you highlighted? With a highlighter? Probably something at work. I last attempted to highlight my hair a week ago. Not really. Sort of.
6. What color are your bedroom curtains? I don't have bedroom curtains! Isn't that terrible? I'm working on it, mother.
7. What color are the seats in your car? Gray. And dirty in spots. Which I try not to think about too much, as it's the dirt of Nerwen's former girlfriend. Ew.
8. Have you ever had a black and white cat? Not at the same time, but I have had one cat that was all black, and one cat that is all white.
9. What is the last thing you put a stamp on? Harper's birthday card. Actually, I used two. Happy birthday, Harper!
10. Do you know anyone who lives in Wyoming? When I was little, it was my intention to make up short stories about the false etymologies of all 50 US states. I only managed Arkansas and Wyoming. So, in my imagination, Oming used to live in Wyoming. He's dead now, though. I don't know anyone who lives there anymore.
11. Why did you withdraw cash from the ATM the last time? Because I needed money.
12. Who is the last baby that you held? In my whole life, I have never held a baby. True story!
13. Do you know of any twins with rhyming names? I can remember knowing 5 pairs of twins. Of those, only one have names that start with the same letter. But then, so did their other siblings. None of them rhymed.
14. Do you like Cinnamon toothpaste? Not that I've ever had it, but I can only imagine that the answer is no.
15. What kind of car were you driving 2 years ago? I wasn't driving a car two years ago; I had a crippling phobia of driving.
16. Pick one: Miami Hurricanes or Florida Gators: ... What's the difference?
17. Last time you went to Six Flags: Probably several years ago. I would have gone with my cousins, and I don't really talk to them anymore.
18. Do you have any wallpaper in your house? My house is a Wallpaper Free Zone. We worked hard to get it that way. Yay!
19. Closest thing to you that is yellow: A stuffed duck, courtesy of Aflac. His beak and feet, anyway.
20. Last person to give you a business card? The receptionist at my urologist's office.
21. Who is the last person you wrote a check to? I have never, in my life, written a check. I last purchased a money order for the purpose of giving it to LabCorp.
22. Closest framed picture to you? It's a picture of my sister Karen, in the middle of the memorial plaque that we got from Bon Jovi. There used to be a personal note about her in the middle, but when we got it back from her former husband, it had mysteriously disappeared. SERIOUSLY.
23. Last time you had someone cook for you? I guess that would be the last time that I told my mother I would make pasta, and then I loitered at the computer long enough that she just started making it herself. Heh.
24. Have you ever applied for welfare? Nope. Fingers crossed!
25. How many emails do you have? I can only assume this means addresses. I have 3 that currently work.
26. Last time you received flowers? Huh. I buy flowers a lot more frequently than I receive them. Shit. When I graduated?
27. Do you think the sanctity of marriage is meant for only a man and a woman? Without getting into it: No.
28. What kind of milk do you drink? I drink Lactaid Skim Milk with added calcium. It's great! No nothin' in it! But it still tastes like milk, don't give me that lip.
29. Do you play air guitar? I never air guitar. I always air drum. Which is weird, since I have absolutely no desire to play the drums.
30. Do you take anything in your coffee? I don't take coffee, period.
31. Do you have any Willow Tree figurines? Yes I do! I had to check first. I have a hanging ornament about friendship that was given to me by an eight-year-old. Aww.
32. Have you ever owned a Beanie Baby? I own several Beanie Babies. A few I got back when they were real super popular, just because they were real super popular, and one I have a a present from a show I did.
33. Last person you spoke to from high school: Probably Lynda. I can't remember talking to anyone else.
34. Last time you used hand sanitizer: A long time. I hate that crap. It just makes the dirt on your hands crumblier.
35. Would you like to learn to play the drums? Heh! No!
36. What color are the blinds in your living room? They are wood-colored, because they are made of wood.
37. What is in your inbox at work? Some spam, some notices from companies that I don't pay attention to, and a bunch of residual stuff that my boss made me deal with for him.
38. Last thing you read in the newspaper: Harry Potter fanart made by local school children.
39. What was the last pageant you attended? ... I don't think I've ever been to a pageant!
40. Where is the last place you bought pizza from? Some local joint. I don't eat it, though.
41. Have you ever worn a crown? I totally have! I wore a crown for my first communion, when I dressed up as a princess for Halloween, and several times at ballet recitals.
42. What is the last thing you stapled? A homeowner's policy.
43. Did you ever drink Clear Pepsi? There is not enough "no."
44. Are you ticklish? Yes. Also, I can tickle myself. So whoever said that you can't? Is wrong.
45. Last time you saw fireworks: About 15 minutes ago. They're starting to get antsy around here.
46. Last time you had a Krispy Kreme doughnut: Last year, maybe? I know I was in Virginia.
47. Who is the last person that left you a message and you actually returned their call? My father, I think. My sister left me a message after he did, but she called me again before I had a chance to call her back.
48. Last time you parked under a carport: I wonder if my garage counts, since I can't close the door once I pull in there.
49. Do you have a black dog? No. My cousins have had two. Ruined them both.
50. Do you have any pickles in your fridge? I am not in favor of pickles.
51. Are you an aunt or uncle? Kind of.
52. Who has the prettiest eyes that you know of? My eyes are rather attractive! The boy has the prettiest color eyes.
53. Last time you saw a semi truck: This morning. It made me miss the light.
54. Do you remember Ugly Kid Joe? I do. They were one of the last "new" bands that my sister had gotten into. ("I don't like a thing about your sister/'Cause I think sex is overrated too" - heh!)
55. Do you have a little black dress? Well, I have a dress that's black. It's more of a dumpy mourning frock, though.
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