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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!
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.
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.
Ahem, Quillers...
Nov. 20th, 2010 05:00 pmTut, tut.
http://tinychat.com/b1jfg
If you're having trouble getting in, would you let me know? I will try to find a client that works better.
http://tinychat.com/b1jfg
If you're having trouble getting in, would you let me know? I will try to find a client that works better.
Calling all Quillers!
Nov. 17th, 2010 05:17 pmHey, flist! If you're one of the super-special people who used to frequent the Sugar Quill, you should come to our post-Deathly Hallows Quill chat on Saturday, at 4 pm EST.
Yes, that's right, Quill chat. You remember those, I'm sure. Not having the resources or the authority to use the old Quill chat, though, Saturday's chat will be held at
http://tinychat.com/b1jfg
No password or account required. Just use your old Quill name as a nickname.
Please be there. You guys are all awesome.
(Also, if you're coming, spread the word! We're probably all in contact with at least a few Quillers, so post on your LJ or let them know.)
Yes, that's right, Quill chat. You remember those, I'm sure. Not having the resources or the authority to use the old Quill chat, though, Saturday's chat will be held at
http://tinychat.com/b1jfg
No password or account required. Just use your old Quill name as a nickname.
Please be there. You guys are all awesome.
(Also, if you're coming, spread the word! We're probably all in contact with at least a few Quillers, so post on your LJ or let them know.)
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Aug. 12th, 2009 06:59 pmAnyone looking for a short, handy definition of "bittersweet"?
Packing for college.
I did five loads of laundry the other day, and didn't dry a couple of them well enough, so my mother keeps finding damp shirts and tsking and taking them out to run through the dryer again. Meanwhile, Boris is crawling through everything trying to make my clothes smell like cat. And as we sort, I occasionally come across some shirt or skirt or something that I had thought I'd lost forever, and my mom and I tell each other stories about it.
Three more days, you guys. I move into the dorm on Sunday.
Packing for college.
I did five loads of laundry the other day, and didn't dry a couple of them well enough, so my mother keeps finding damp shirts and tsking and taking them out to run through the dryer again. Meanwhile, Boris is crawling through everything trying to make my clothes smell like cat. And as we sort, I occasionally come across some shirt or skirt or something that I had thought I'd lost forever, and my mom and I tell each other stories about it.
Three more days, you guys. I move into the dorm on Sunday.
Harry Potter post, huh? It's been a while.
Well, dressing up is always fun, especially when it involves really curly hair and an enormous amount of cleavage and pointy boots. (I was Madam Rosmerta, a character I chose solely for those three attributes.) And being fannish again was fun, as I haven't done anything remotely like it since...going to see Andrew Wilder in junior year, I think, and even that's not really the same feeling. It was just fun.
That said, the movie? Awesome. I absolutely hated the book, and I think the movie's my favorite. Go figure.
(Drop me a line on AIM and I'll gush in person. I'll be happy to gush in lj comments tomorrow.)
Well, dressing up is always fun, especially when it involves really curly hair and an enormous amount of cleavage and pointy boots. (I was Madam Rosmerta, a character I chose solely for those three attributes.) And being fannish again was fun, as I haven't done anything remotely like it since...going to see Andrew Wilder in junior year, I think, and even that's not really the same feeling. It was just fun.
That said, the movie? Awesome. I absolutely hated the book, and I think the movie's my favorite. Go figure.
(Drop me a line on AIM and I'll gush in person. I'll be happy to gush in lj comments tomorrow.)
