While, for those who don't yet know, I am managing the campaign of Ron Shepston, whom you know as CanYouBeAngryAndStillDream, for Congress in CA-42, this diary has absolutely nothing to do with my role in that campaign, to which you should of course all donate nonetheless.
Terrible things are happening in the world, I know, but we also need our fun sometimes even when things look bleak. So I write here with no disrespect to those (including me) who are diarying these days about serious matters.
I am going to be attending political training offered by Democracy for America this weekend in Irvine. As a volunteer, I'm supposed to arrive by 8 a.m. It's a hike; I'll need to get to bet early. And it's an all-day affair tomorrow, counting a Saturday night soiree, and Sunday the store where I plan to buy the book will probably be closed by the time we leave. So I don't even expect to be able to buy the book until Monday.
I'm sure that I speak for many people here when I say this:
If you spoil Harry Potter here, expect to experience the Cruciatus Curse. I know it's unforgiveable, but I can do it. More below.
Note that by "spoiling" I mean this: any reference, until the all-clear signal is sent, to any spoiler information, by which I mean presenting any information about the content of the story in diary headers or in any comment or text in any diary other than one which is bloody hell marked "HARRY POTTER SPOILERS HERE: BEWARE" in the diary title so that those people like me, who want to read the book without it having been spoiled for us, can duly avoid it.
I don't want to know if Snape is good or bad, if Hagrid or Hermione live or die, if Dumbledore is really dead, if Harry is a Horcrux -- hell, I don't even want to know who R.A.B. is even though anyone who has been paying attention should know quite well who it is -- until J. K. Rowling has bloody told me so herself in her own words.
I assume that Markos and his Order of the Phoenix will ban people who transgress -- give them a portkey straight to Little Green Footballs, if I had my way -- but I do not speak (or threaten) for the site and so it is not my place to make such threats. Instead I'll just say this. In my travels far and wide, I have learned how to cast the Cruciatus spell -- the Unforgivable Spell that causes pain so severe that it makes you think you're stuck in a room forever with Bill O'Reilly, Bill Bennett, Bill Kristol, and they're all telling you what they think about everything in the world, and then every other day Ann Coulter comes and bites off one of your ears, and when it grows back the day in between you can hear twice as well -- over the Internet.
Don't tempt me. Have a great weekend and best wishes to all fellow Pottermaniacs. Our day has finally come, and it is about bloody time.