Awesome contextless quote of the day:
"I lost that one. I brought angst to a gunfight."
This post is brought to you by my desire never to forget any conversation I ever have.
Go back to your old Internet haunts and check out the posts that 13-year-old you made. Count how many you still understand.
It's like nostalgia meets detective work!
“The books you loved when you were in fourth grade and read them to tatters, you’ll never love another book like that.”
Daniel Handler, author of A Series of Unfortunate Events
Harry Potter was such a large part of my life for so long that I don’t even know what it’s given me. Apart from a few things—one very close friend, a moral compass in one moment of dire need, and a detailed knowledge of how to make a cloak out of a bedsheet—it’s really impossible for me to pick out the things that Harry Potter gave me from the things that I would have had anyway.
Maybe if I had picked up the books for the first time when I was eighteen, I could tell you, without bias, whether they were well-written or not, what their strengths and weaknesses were. But I can’t. For good or for ill, I loved them and love them still. They’re a part of me.
So thank you, Harry Potter. Thank you, J.K. Rowling. Thank you, fandom. Thank you, Sugar Quill, SQ87, and Arya. I like who I am. Thank you for the parts of me that you gave me.
So, I'm in the Philadelphia airport, where I've just had my second cancelled flight of the day. Plus, on the landing of the flight from Kansas City, there was awful turbulence and the plane had to circle around three times, and when we landed, all of the passengers applauded because everyone was just a little afraid they were going to die.
Then our flight to Pittsburgh was delayed, so we didn't miss it, except then it just...never came. Nobody really seemed to know why. So then we went to a later flight to Pittsburgh, except that then the first officer went missing, so they had to cancel that as well. So now we're maybe getting another flight, or maybe they're giving us a hotel room.
On the bright side: I may get to miss my statistics exam tomorrow morning.
(This post probably sounds more bitter than it actually is. There's nothing life-or-death waiting for me in Pittsburgh, so I honestly think this is all kind of fun. *g*)
EDIT: Oh, yeah, forgot to mention. Having met my niece, I can confirm that she is, in fact, the best niece in the world. Despite being teeny-tiny and lacking speech or fine motor control.
What's cooler than going to your university's TEDx event?
Going to your university's TEDx event as a journalist, and getting a press pass.
My sister-in-law had her baby! A girl, 6 lbs. 11 oz., three weeks early. Born on April Fool's Day. She and her mother are both doing well.
She doesn't have a name yet, but last I heard they were thinking seriously about calling her Sadie.
(I got the call in the grocery store. I might have freaked out the other customers with my squealing.)