The Potterdämmerung (I love calling it that, for some reason)

Saw OotP again on Wednesday with a friend. The guy in the ticket booth thought I was English. Why does this always happen? He was from Birmingham himself, though, so I will take that as a compliment. I didn’t mean to sound English; he just started talking with an English accent and I automatically started talking the same way. (Whenever I intend to negate somebody’s assumption about me, I invariably wind up confirming it. See also That Incident at Berkeley with the French Dude.)

GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: You sound English.
ME: Re-ally?
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Yeah. Where are you from?
ME: ...Northern California.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Well, you sound English.
ME: Thanks, I think. The Shrek people thought I was Irish.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Huh. Well, enjoy the show.
ME: Thaangks verremach.

There are a very few things I can say with a decent English accent, “Thaangks verremach” being foremost among them. Hee!

And then my friend and the guy from Birmingham got into a friendly argument about Wimbledon.


How did y’all spend the hours leading up to reading DH? I re-read HBP, painted my nails, and wore my Witching Hour t-shirt and ducky socks. The upshot of all this is that my fingernails are now a cross between fuschia and shocking pink. Also, my beloved ducky socks at long last have a hole in the toe. Woe.

( Potterdämmerung, with mild spoilers. Well, a minor opinion. And the aftermath )

The Potterdämmerung (I love calling it that, for some reason)

Saw OotP again on Wednesday with a friend. The guy in the ticket booth thought I was English. Why does this always happen? He was from Birmingham himself, though, so I will take that as a compliment. I didn’t mean to sound English; he just started talking with an English accent and I automatically started talking the same way. (Whenever I intend to negate somebody’s assumption about me, I invariably wind up confirming it. See also That Incident at Berkeley with the French Dude.)

GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: You sound English.
ME: Re-ally?
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Yeah. Where are you from?
ME: ...Northern California.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Well, you sound English.
ME: Thanks, I think. The Shrek people thought I was Irish.
GUY FROM BIRMINGHAM: Huh. Well, enjoy the show.
ME: Thaangks verremach.

There are a very few things I can say with a decent English accent, “Thaangks verremach” being foremost among them. Hee!

And then my friend and the guy from Birmingham got into a friendly argument about Wimbledon.


How did y’all spend the hours leading up to reading DH? I re-read HBP, painted my nails, and wore my Witching Hour t-shirt and ducky socks. The upshot of all this is that my fingernails are now a cross between fuschia and shocking pink. Also, my beloved ducky socks at long last have a hole in the toe. Woe.

( Potterdämmerung, with mild spoilers. Well, a minor opinion. And the aftermath )