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On a lighter note!

There's a Facebook group called "If Gay Marriage is Good Enough for Dumbledore, it's Good Enough for America"

The description?

Yes. Dumbledore was gay. J.K. Rowling said so.

Young Albus spent years chasing his boyhood friend Grindelwald, harboring a secret love for a man he could not have. He never told Grindelwald how he felt, living as he was in the pre-Stonewall era. Eventually he turned his wand on his heart's desire, defeating him and banishing him to a life sentence in Nurmengard, some wacked out wizard prison. Dumbledore carried his secret to his grave.

Though he has passed on to cruise King's Crossing in the afterlife, Dumbledore would want to know that his death was not in vain. Having spent most of his life battling Voldemort, Albus never had time for pride parades or writing letters to his parliamentarians.

In the spirit of political opportunism, I encourage all people -- including Gypsies -- to make a stand to legalize gay marriage. Those of you in countries that have already approved it, good work! Those of you in countries without running water, you work on that first.

lol what?

tripperfunster, YOU ARE A WANTON FILTY HOOOOR.

I made the mistake of clicking on that Harry Potter in da Hood link and THE DAMN THING WILL NOT STOP REPEATING IN MY BRAIN.

So apparently honeymooning and letting me run the office wasn't enough, since tonight my boss and his wife (also my coworker) had to leave our evening event early and I had to wrap it up alone. Okay, their dog was sick, and I can forgive them that. And if nothing else, getting thrown on the tracks is teaching me to grow more of a spine instead of whining and simpering until someone takes pity on my plight.

It's just...kind of weird sitting in a room full of CEOs and wanting to bust out with "Don't call me Harry Potter, 'cause my name is H. Piddy."

And back when I worked at Halloween USA, we totally sold those naughty Gryffindor costumes. Vastly uncomfortable.

...that guy is actually kind of attractive. God, this is kind of unhelpful.

Now, I did, in fact, make it to the midnight release of that glorified doorstop everyone's poring over these days. For the ambiance, not because I had one reserved. Erring on the side of thrift, I figure I'll borrow one once someone or other's cast it aside, and find out in full just what happens to Ronnie the Bear and the wretch Harmony. Anyway, I know all the juicy stuff already.

I spent most of the night being cracked-out with friends I hadn't seen in a while, reading Love in the Time of Cholera while sitting in the children's section, and taking in all the deliciously nerdy costumes.

( You all WISH Rita Skeeter had been your sociology professor, too. )

The homemade Daily Prophet kinda kills me. Oh, and Draco is really her son. Who knew?