It Must Be Something With the Moon

 *Editor's Note*  If you read this post before you saw this amendment added to it, I apologize because apparently, in my overwhelming excitement over the Harry Potter trailer, I forgot to actually EMBED that video into this post, and so that third paragraph must have seemed highly confusing.  Although I do like The Streets song quite a bit, the video is hardly anything to elicit three views.  I've hopefully changed this, and added the trailer for your viewing pleasure.  Sorry to have been so confusing and seemingly completely weird.

I've been completely neglectful of my blog as of late.  If there are people who look forward to reading my ramblings, I apologize.  It's been a crazy kind of month, and especially odd in the last week or so.  There's a sort of writer's block that has taken hold of my brain, but it's odd in the sense that I can't really figure out if there's too much that I want to write about or too little that I want to write about.  It seems like it's getting increasingly difficult to separate the interesting topics from the eye-roll worthy topics.  There's also an odd sense of media overpowering going on.  Some of this is my own fault.  I'm around media all day.  I have a job that demands it.  Sometimes to help me focus (that's what I tell myself) I add some music into my day, which inevitably leads me to remember something, look up something on Wikipedia or remember to write down to look up something so that when I come home, I'm yet, again, on the Internet.  If anyone has seen those Bing! commercials that's kind of how my brain has been feeling.  Am I the only one?  Is it perhaps just a weird cycle of the moon?  Am I turning into some sort of robot? (That last question was a foolish one.  I would know if I was a robot...right?)  Perhaps like most other things this week, I'll just blame the Royal Wedding.

By the way, can anyone, and I mean ANYONE explain to me why in the world the media is so desperately trying to convey our attention to an event that the entire world so clearly feels it's being forced to care about?  I mean, are there honestly people (who don't have an invitation) who truly care about this wedding?  I hope they're happy and I hope that this ultimately turns out to be one of the best decisions of their lives, but I have to feel like they'd rather have gone on a surprise trip to Fiji and had some random tourists, preferably named Mabel and Louis,  be witnesses and just get the whole thing over with.

Well for now, I'll leave you with something British, but not royally British, at least not yet.  Although it does kind of beg the question, when William is King and Catherine is Queen (she can't go by Kate once she's got the ring and the crown...and why didn't she just spell it Cate?!) who will they perhaps be Knighting or giving out OBE's to? I mean it's kind of frightening to think that at some point people might actually have to call her Dame GaGa.  While you're pondering that, you can listen to this song, which I was inadvertently reminded of today:

Then There's This:

Since I'm usually in the habit of being completely honest, I'll walk you through the process of watching this.  The first time I made a noise that was somewhere between a squeal and a gasp and a triumphant, emphatic "YES!" (I know that for those of you with your minds in the gutter that sounds like an awkward description...but refrain from going couldn't could you, alright now you're back) when I saw Molly Weasley fighting Bellatrix, even if it was only for about 3/4 of a second.  I remember the day I joined the Facebook group "Molly Weasley Has 99 Problems but a Bitch Ain't One" like it was yesterday.  I then watched it a second time and slightly welled up with tears when I saw two moments involving Fred Weasley and Lupin & Tonks.  If you're reading this and have no idea what I'm talking about, no I will not tell you, but trust me, you probably do NOT want to be with me when I see this movie the first time.  It will be more emotionally draining than when I had my hamster put down.  Yes, you read that correctly.  Chelsea, the hamster, was suffering from wet tail and it probably wasn't going to end in a pretty manner anyway, so to minimize suffering on both sides, she made one last trip to the vet.  That was an awful day.  I'm almost positive that watching the final installment of Harry Potter will be equally as difficult.  I will not apologize for my attachment to these characters. I then promptly called my parents, sent them the link, made them watch the trailer, and then watched it a third time, stopping at every frame.  So yeah, I'm pretty excited for July.

As a final topic, before I go and try to calm myself through meditation (kind of) I just wanted to say that one thing that has been keeping me a bit busy is the new(ish) podcast I'm on called Lions, Dragons, and Wolves.  It's a podcast discussing the HBO series Game of Thrones.  If you've heard of it, and would like to listen, as you're watching along, listen instead of watching along or listen and have no idea what's going on, but just want to hear my voice, then by all means check it out.  We're actually listed on iTunes (which I'm pretty excited about) just go to the store and search Lions Dragons & Wolves in the podcast section (subscribing to it is free) or you can go to to listen to them there.  Feel free to let me know what you think.

Well, this was certainly a longer post than I was intending, and although the substance might have not been of the life-changing sort, I hope you enjoyed the nonsense.


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