Catching up..

[carolynwhite2]

Ginger smiles and hands in her finished project.

Magic travel: was 598, now 342


C - what a hero, thanks...

I will now endeavour to review Magical Items, unless anyone objects.

Ginger:
Unless I am mistaken, the remaining topics yet to be reviewed are:

Pronunciation/Speech patterns
Symbolism and Runes (some of which has been done by Laurasia-check
the database)
Morality vs Immorality
Death/Burial practices
Parenting/ Maturity vs immaturity
WW Health through Media (note that Dot has done squibs)
Bravery/Cowerdace and fear
Geographic locations

Corrections?

Ginger, noting that we're getting close!

Carolyn:
Feel free to pick another topic. My thought at the moment is to 
finish the review before moving on. I have mailed Paul and Tim to 
find out what is happening on the UI (not a lot I fear). I think we 
should try and launch what we have done so far...

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Jen:
"Thank god, Ginger! I can't take it anymore. They're saying R.A.B is 
just *Regulus*, and Harry's eyes? We may already know their
significance, to get that damn memory from Slughorn. What happened to 
our little Rowena Amy Benson? All the THEORIES?" She flung her hands 
over her eyes, wailing, and in the process dropped the heavy books 
all over the floor.

Ginger winced, wondering just how many days in a row Jen had spent
glued to the computer drinking Butterbeer, trawling the lists in 
hopes of finding a shiny new theory somewhere, something to take her 
mind off the fear.....the fear that everything was going to be 
exactly as it seemed after HBP. Straightforward, JKR said. 
*Straightforward* of all things, and she seemed to mean it.

C.. yeah, boring isn't it? I've had the same ever-increasing 
suspicion ever since OOP, and that her plotting skills are dodgy, too 
be charitable. Still you religious moralists can have a field day, 
can't you. The world's children can sleep safe in their beds, secure 
in the knowledge that JKR is going to do the Right Thing by y'all. 
Yawn.

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Anne:
Seems like I'm the only one? I haven't been able to get in all
morning. I'm trying:

http://67.174.174.185:443

Is that the right one (I've been known to click frustratedly at an old
one before)? Should I email Paul?

C - the catalogue address you are using is correct, and I just went 
in, so it is working ok - please email Paul if you have continuing 
problems getting in.

~Anne
deaf in one ear from the tannoy,

happy for Regulus,

but quite unhappy about parts of that Memerson interview...

C - huh, what's good about Regulus? It creaks

..which one was the Memerson interview?? The one the shippers were 
winging about?

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Sean:
Can I code something, Miss Haversham? My time at this residence is 
likely to be limited to another month, and I have no idea at the 
moment if I will be online continuously after
that. So may as well be useful while I can (fingers crossed tho).

ewe2, wondering what interview this one is?!

C - would really rather you reviewed please Sean, rather than start 
the OOP posts. How about Death/Burial practices from Ginger's list 
above? A nice, pleasantly warming topic for late Aug..

BTW, for anyone suffering Fforde withdrawal pangs, I do heavily 
recommend 'Aberystwth Mon Amour' and 'Last Tango in Aberystwth' by  
Malcom Pryce (in that reading order). They are a black, black send up 
of Raymond Chandler in essence, but brilliantly funny. The thing non-
Brits have to understand is that Aberystwth is the Swindon/Reading of 
Wales - a complete non-entity of a seaside Welsh town, absolutely 
terminably forgettable. Oh, and that the Welsh are the butt of all 
otherwise Belgian jokes.

Pryce has written this fantastically sinister escapade where the 
whole place is run by gangster Druids and dangerous cleaning ladies, 
notably Mrs Llantrisant, who ends up dropping a dam-buster bouncing 
bomb on a Welsh reservoir. It is side-splittingly, achingly funny, 
but you may have needed to have done your degree in Cardiff, as I did 
to fully appreciate the wickedness of it. 

In the new one he has international gossip tournamounts, where old 
bags vie to dish the most dirt on their neighbours, a cartel 
stitching up the doily market and old witches in stovepipe hats with 
a nice line in titanium spinning wheels...

chortle chortle

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Dot:
She grabs a post-it note and scribbles: "Dear Miss, I have got a big
fat horrid PhD viva in <<swallows hard and goes faintly green>> 9
days. Will call you when the hangover subsides. Best, Dung."

C - Hey, I hope it goes well.. How about lunch ? I'm in Chiswick and 
thus south of the river far too often for comfort these days. Let me 
know.


Carolyn



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