What am I supposed to do, work?

[raybear]

We had no server or internet access for the first five hours of my workday. Obviously this dark period has ended. Although I can't seem to leave any comments on others' livejournals to save my life.

Last night I watched the second Harry Potter movie while dommeyourass sewed sock puppets of Colin Powell and Condoleeza Rice. They were both looking good, especially Condi -- I liked to make the puppets interact with her cat. While the movie made for enjoyable enough entertainment, I just wasn't that into it. I wasn't bored, I just wasn't compelled either. Or at least the compulsion for nicotine and chocolate was stronger so I went to the corner store and didn't ask to have the movie paused.

I worked at Borders when the first book blew up on the bestseller list and folks started salivating for the release of second. I continued working at a different bookstore when books three or four came out. I would offer this as explanation for my aversion to the series, but I had plenty of co-workers who devoured them and enjoyed them and they handled the books as much as I did. I'm not sure why I just haven't gotten into them. I tried reading the first one while hiding in the receiving area one day, and I got drowsy. Once when I was sick, my ex-gf K tried reading aloud to me the first book while I lay in bed. I was so uncomfortable with my stomach pain that I couldn't stand to listen to anything, but I shut my mouth to humor her.

I truly don't find the phenomenon of the books strange or lame or silly -- I completely understand the dozens of intelligent adult friends of mine who have thoroughly enjoyed all of them. I loved the Chronicles of Narnia, the Edward Eager books (Half-Magic, Seven Day Magic, etc.), the Indian in the Cupboard, Lord of the Rings, and other fanciful and magical type books growing up and as an adult But for some reason, Harry Potter just didn't take. I don't think I'm going to be like any of my friends anytime soon. Possibly never.

Last night I became lucid while dreaming. Though it wasn't hardcorse REM dreaming -- more the kind that starts as your drifting off before fully asleep. The sound of the passing el train helped tip me off -- I heard it in my dream, and it made me remember that I was still in bed and not wandering the rainy streets going CD shopping at 3 am. Yeah, it didn't make sense to my dreaming self either, and I was on my way back to bed when I just suddenly remember "wait, I'm already there!" I didn't stay lucid for much longer -- in fact, I just woke up compeletely because I had to go to the bathroom.

I was sort of hoping our computer problems would last all day so I could go home early. Now that I've had my internet fix, I'm feeling all sated and drowsy. I'm sure the Arby's roast beef sandwich didn't help either.

Comments

Re: Potter

[qvalentine.livejournal.com]

yeah, I read 100 years too, but I kinda got a little lost in the fact that every male character was similar and had a similar name, I really needed that name map in the front of the edition I had, and I was only 19 when I read it. Perhaps I need to read it again. I think slight plot confusion was the only thing keeping Love in the Time of Cholera as my favorite Marquez book.

I'm adding you to my friends list now. I can't give up the chance to tune into someone who liked those books.I feel that I've gotten myself knee deep into Raybear's LJ world. Oh the drama.

-Q