I saw Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban last night. That made me very happy. This is one case where I like reading the book first. I like knowing what’s going to happen, I like seeing how they visualize the characters and the scenery. Yes, it was darker, yes it was a little scarier, but it wasn’t so much different than the others. Just little touches that showed it was directed by a more eccentric director than the first. And some things were completely changed, like the location of the Whomping Willow, and everyone looked just slightly more than a year older, but it had me smiling and laughing and cheering silently that I could overlook those things. Daniel Radcliffe is pretty cute for all that he’s only 14, and I do like his green eyes even if they’re only contacts. Yay werewolves (even if a little disappointingly rendered) and yay for time past. Kudos for actually learning some defense against the Dark Arts, and for some really funny moments. Rupert Grint is quite a good comedic actor. Emma Watson is just too pretty for 14. But she acts smart and gets to punch Malfoy which makes me laugh. I think the story adhered pretty closely to the book, which is always a good thing. And I’ll look forward to seeing it again with my parents. For all you spider-phobes out there 😉 there aren’t any here! Whee! Go see it.

On a totally unrelated note, my softball team won its first game last week, 10-4. I wasn’t sure we were winning for a while, but I guess that’s ok because it makes you want to play better. One thing I will never understand is how people can drink beer while playing a sport. Well, how people can drink beer in the first place is a mystery to my anyway, but it just seems like your stomach would rebel when you actually get on base. Maybe that’s just me. And I really have to learn how to field ground balls with my glove and not my shins. Ouch.
It’s another hot one…yay st louis summer.
A man walked into a bar, sat down, and ordered a beer. As he sipped the beer, he heard a soothing voice say, “Nice tie.” Looking around, he noticed that the bar was empty, except for himself and the bartender at the end of the bar.
A few sips later, the voice said, “Beautiful shirt.” At this, the man called the bartender over and said, “Hey, I must be losing my mind. I keep hearing these voices saying nice things and there’s not a soul in here but us.”
“It’s the peanuts,” answered the bartender.
“Say what?” replied the man in disbelief…
“You heard me,” said the barkeep. “It’s the peanuts…they’re complimentary.”