Quote of the Day.

“For me, the term “literary fiction” means there’s always attention paid to language, and linguistic experimentation, sophistication. But I’ve read beautifully written and profound books that people shelve as fantasy. Peter S. Beagle is a fantasy author whose writing, I think, is of an extraordinary quality.” -Karen Russell

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Nostalgia Time:Toys and Games

List: Shows and Movies I ended up loving that I was initially introduced to through toy and video games.

  • Beetlejuice (Beetlejuice figure that you could remove the head to reveal his shrunken head)
  • Harry Potter (Sorcerer’s Stone for Playstation 2 and a Hermione doll)
  • Simpsons (Bart doll, that Sega game where Bart fights aliens, and Road Rage)

 

Always made him the dollhouse family’s creepy uncle. 

 

 

More Harry Potter:

I think that’s why I cried the most when I was watching Hogwarts getting destroyed in the final movie. I watched the movies before reading the books up until Order of the Phoenix, but before all of that I played Sorcerer’s Stone for fifteen minutes. Hogwarts is what I knew first, because narratively I had not a clue what was going on.

 

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THE FIRST TASK WAS CLIMBING OVER THESE BOOKS AND RESCUING HEDWIG FROM DRACO. THE DEATH THAT UPSET ME THE MOST WAS HEDWIG’S. I CRIED WATCHING THIS PLAYTHROUGH. WHY AM I LIKE THIS?

I think I got all of the Harry Potter micro essays out of my system. The Cursed Child doesn’t exist.

 

 

Rules to Live By #1

Use this knowledge with care

My rule with fighting is to always go for the eyes. Everyone wants to punch and kick. No. Go for the eyes. They can’t hit you if they can’t see.

In Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

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Fawkes the Phoenix blinded the Basilisk. Harry would not have been able to defeat the Basilisk if Faux didn’t scratch that motherfucker’s eyes out. Everyone talks a lot of shit about the film adaptation of Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, but the visual image of Fawkes ripping that Medusa-ass-suppose-to-have-avian-qualities-according-to-a-book-I-had-when-I-was-a-kid motherfucker’s eyes out stuck with me in that AMC (2002), and became my fighting style.

PS

I would like to apologize to Joe for what happened on the bus when I was in 7th grade, and that girl in the parking lot last weekend.