I guess that means I'm not committed, or maybe I'm just a traitor to everything.

It has come to my attention that if I do not agree with a musician, actor, artist, etc., I am not supposed to like what they do, or buy what they do, or see what they do, or pay any sort of attention to what they do.  I am, however, supposed to get irrationally mad, make all sorts of comments about them and the people who do like them, and destroy everything I have that pertains to them.  Okay, see, I'm not going to do that.  If I liked them in the past, then I will still like that past.  If I got enjoyment out of the product in the past and still do, I'm not going to suddenly turn my back on what I liked just because things have changed.  The person who made it really won't care one way or the other, and in all honesty never knew I liked it and doesn't even know that I exist.  The truth is, in the grand scheme of things, I don't matter and never did.  Therefore, the only person I'm hurting with a ban is myself and I find that a mite bit stupid, don't you?  You're right, you're right, I'm living in a dream world, but I like it here...most of the time anyway, and it's where I've got all of my stuff and I really don't want to have to pack...

Wait, what was I talking about again?

Anyway, back to the topic.  Just because I don't agree with someone, it doesn't mean that I'm going to stop buying what they're selling if I still like it, and if it turns out that I don't like it anymore, well, then I wouldn't be buying it whether or not I agreed with them.  I guess when you get right down to it, for most things my mind just separates the work from the person, and if I still like it, I'll buy, and if I don't, I won't, which I guess is what I just said in the previous sentence.  Oh well.  Now, I know that some people will say that because I am still buying it, I am supporting that person and what they believe and what they say, and that might be true.  That percent of a cent that they'll get from me might buy a consonant or a vowel, and I can only hope that they use it wisely, but in reality I'm not buying whatever it is they're selling for them, I'm buying it for me.  That's not to say that the thought of them won't cross my mind, it just probably won't be the deciding factor for whether or not I make that purchase.  Cold hard cash will.  Besides, I've held enough grudges, I don't need to add any more to the list.  Frankly, I think I lost it somewhere and I don't want to have to write it up again.  Some things deserve to be lost even if they're not quite ready to be forgotten.

Merry Christmas.

That is all.

I finally figured it out.

The quote in my head came from The Twilight Zone episode "A Piano in the House."



(There used to be a better video here with the whole episode, but apparently it's been taken down.  However, I did find this one.  We'll see how long it lasts.)

I guess I condensed the final scenes into one in my head, but this is definitely where it came from.
Boy, am I glad it wasn't Sailor Moon...again.

No, Benny!

Not the ragtime!

I had no idea this was a Christmas song.

What I've realized, after repeated listenings, is that Mannheim Steamroller's version of "Deck the Halls" can easily be turned into an epic song about Mary and her little lamb.

Now that you've heard it, just try reading this without singing along :):

Mary had a little lamb.

Little, little lamb.

A little lamb!

(And if I have enough time and boredom, I'll write the rest of it up, too.)

I bet they regret turning down that sheet music.

Lately at work, they've been playing a version of "White Christmas" in which the singers don't sing any words.
Therefore, in the spirit of giving, I've taken it upon myself to come up with some lyrics:

We forgot the words to this song.
We thought we knew them but we don't.
So we'll have to mumble,
And please don't grumble.
This is the only job we've got.

That should get you through the first part.  Repeat as necessary.
(I hope they like them, and if I have more time, I'll come up with a few more.)

It's also the bad news.

The good news is that I finally know what happens to that character.
He no longer just sort of disappears.
And now that I do, I am so very sorry, but it's integral to the plot.
Still, sorry.

Apparently, his name is Rodney.

But I know him better as a cuddly reindeer.
(Not to be confused with the book.)
He's the first one I've bought on my own.
The others came from Burger King and live with my parents.
I'll admit, he was an impulse purchase, but was definitely worth it.
After all, how often do you see a cuddly reindeer in an earflap cap?
(How often do you see cuddly reindeer at all?)

So it's almost Christmas.

I guess.
At least the shopping is done.
I'm just not feeling it this year.
But I'm still trying.
Maybe it'll have taken by the 25th.
(And if it hasn't, well I guess it will be too late to do anything about it.)

Fun, just fun.

Watch yourself, old man.

His father is not going to like this.
And the less said about his mother, the better.
Of course, first they have to find out.
But they will.

Thus ends our tale,

And what a magical journey it's been.

(But now it's time to return to Chicago and see what that other wizard named Harry has been up to.)

Do you think they'd be friends, or would they just try to kill each other?

Sometimes Voldemort reminds me a lot of Thulsa Doom from Conan the Barbarian.  I think that's why I currently have this little quote snippet running laps in my head, courtesy of everyone's favorite shapeshifting cult leader:

"You broke into my house, stole my property, murdered my servants, and my PETS!  And that is what grieves me the most!  You killed my snake."

You know, if those two ever met, if they didn't immediately try to kill each other, and if it didn't interfere with their various nefarious plans, I think they'd get along rather well.

Then again, maybe not.

(There's also the problem that they're both dead, but you never know...)

You're just realizing this now?

You know what?  Voldemort is kind of a jerk.