I don't know what to write about. I've got so many different tangents I could go on, each deserving a post. There's a book review of Wizard of Earthsea I could post. There's some various musing. But I'd be lying if I said Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows isn't top of my brain right now.
I have that giddy, excited feeling bubbling away inside, knowing that tonight I shall get to feast mine eyes on a glorious sight. I mean, how can someone watch those trailers and not feel like a little kid again? How does that poster not make your lips salivate?
For that matter, how the heck can people not like the Boy Who Lived? As far as I'm concerned, Harry Potter is one of my top favorite series out there. Ever. Sure, it might be because I was eleven when The Sorcerer's Stone came out and that I grew with the gang as they grew. So what if my imagination was wrapped in their world for the next decade? Yeah, I went to the midnight release of Hallows when the last book came out. Yeah, I bought two copies so my wife and I could each read it. Yeah, I broke down and lay in a fetal position crying for two days straight after finishing the last page, upset that there were no other books left for me to read, and I only came to myself after a tiny elfin fellow walked out of the closet and took a pee on my head. Nobody gets to pee on me!
See, the point is, I grew up with Harry. Ron. Hermione. Rowling may not be the world's best writer, but the lady is great in her craft. Many times she had me laughing out loud at something someone said or did. Her imagination was boundless. Her stories captivating. Her mysteries grandiose. I could sing praises to Rowling and her boy wizard, but I feel they would be echoes in a global canyon.
If this film is halfway as good as the last few have been, and as I've been led to believe from the sweet trailers, then I'll be pleased. And I've no doubt that it'll be good.
I'll leave it at this. I'm going to watch The Deathly Hallows Pt. 1 tonight at midnight. In Imax. I should hopefully be in bed 'ere 3:30. I'll be getting up at 5:40 to go and meet Will & Alex at Starbucks at 6:00 for some theological talk and world-viewing. And tomorrow is Clint's birthday, so we'll be Chuck-E-Cheesin' it up tomorrow night after work. It's very likely that I'll have a film review tomorrow. Very Likely.
Anyone else watching the midnight show?