One Sentence Review: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

The darkest and best-paced film in the series thus making it highly enjoyable.

One Sentence Review: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Shades of Orwell with a heavy dose of Alan Moore’s fascist vision, this book — intentional or not — sharply mirrors the events of today’s political environment thus making it a truly satisfying end to an entertaining series.

In the immortal words of Carls, Jr.

Don’t bother me.

I’m reading.

UPDATE (July 22, 12:40pm MDT): …aaaaand scene.

I just thought of a great way to keep people away from the blog for at least a week. Starting tomorrow, I’m thinking about blogging my thoughts as I read Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. Cool idea, huh? Millions of people will stay away in case I spoil anything! The power! The power!

Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Ahem…

Anyway, until then and/or until I start writing again, I wanted to send you back in time in honor of the new Danny Boyle film Sunshine which opens today. Why not visit this January 30th post that will reignite your interest in the film (that’s a pun on the plot, by the way).

See you on the other side of The Deathly Hallows.

Here are the three things I ate on Friday:

1. Chef Boyardee Speghetti and Meatballs
2. Burger King Chicken Sandwich and Fries
3. Marie Callendar’s Beef Tips and Potatoes

One of these things kept me in bed all weekend due to a massive amount of… uh, well, you know what food poisoning does to you. My guess is — in the words of Anton Ego of Ratatouille — Masseur Boyardee because I was already starting to feel ill when I sat down with Cameron to have Burger King.

Before you judge too harshly about how I eat, just know that Mondays and Fridays are my hell days — 14 hours at working both jobs, so I’m on the go. Yes, I know I should eat better, but at least I’m not going to Wendy’s and having their Baconator™. I’m pretty sure that seeing their commercial is the reason I finally puked on Sunday morning.

I got a bowl of Cheerios down this morning and am slowly starting to feel better, but, man, I keep forgetting what a toll food poisoning takes on you. I think I lost two waist sizes this weekend. The shorts I’m wearing look like hand-me-downs from Dudley Dursley (It’s Harry Potter week. I had to go there.)