100 Vomits, Outed Wizards and a Sleeping Cat

This is my 100th post!

100 random vomits put forth by my nimble fingers and my Swiss cheese brain.

100 stories of my cat, my phone and my tampons.

100 excuses to exploit my family and share cheesy photos.

In honor of my 100 posts, and for being such a great blog following family, I am announcing my first ever contest. In 100 words or less, write an essay detailing all of the fabulous things about me.

The winner will be chosen based on: sarcasm, use of the word "delicious", number of references to my spinsterhood and my cat, mention of my brown turtleneck, over analysis of my current hairstyle and of course it must contain references to my social life TV and movies. To be in the running, you must also include details of my freakish height, my family and my neuroses. The entries need to be received in the comments section no later than 5pm CST on October 31, 2070.

The prize is an autographed life-sized poster of this photo:


Good luck and happy writing!


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There is a revelation it seems stemming from a Carnegie Hall reading given by J.K. Rawling, author of Harry Potter, where a fan asked if the Headmaster Dumbledore ever found love. The revelation is that Dumbledore was in love with a man. He was in a wizard's closet. He was gay.

The question was: Did Dumbledore, who believed in the prevailing power of love, ever fall in love himself?

JKR’s respnse: My truthful answer to you... I always thought of Dumbledore as gay. [ovation.] ... Dumbledore fell in love with Grindelwald, and that that added to his horror when Grindelwald showed himself to be what he was. To an extent, do we say it excused Dumbledore a little more because falling in love can blind us to an extent? But, he met someone as brilliant as he was, and rather like Bellatrix he was very drawn to this brilliant person, and horribly, terribly let down by him. Yeah, that's how i always saw Dumbledore. In fact, recently I was in a script read through for the sixth film, and they had Dumbledore saying a line to Harry early in the script saying I knew a girl once, whose hair... [laughter]. I had to write a little note in the margin and slide it along to the scriptwriter, "Dumbledore's gay!" [laughter] "If I'd known it would make you so happy, I would have announced it years ago!"

What impresses me most is not that she proclaimed one of the most beloved characters in recent literature was gay, but that this fact neither changed nor dictated her book. It was a part of who he was, like the color of his eyes or the size of his heart. When penning this tale, J.K. knew Dumbledore’s sexual orientation. It was in her mind when she told his story and described his actions and conversations with Harry. She did not turn her book into a pro-gay work, but rather kept it a part of who he was. This lack of agenda makes it all the more profound.

It is a wondrous thing when open-minded people (a woman nonetheless) are blessed with a penchant for writing.

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Static must sleep atop things. Any things.

If a pair of shoes are on the floor...he is there. If you leave a couple of pizza boxes by the door so that you can take them to the garbage later...he is there. If your couch has cushy arms that are beige linen and show every speck of cat hair...he is there. If your coffee table has a nice table runner that was a little pricier than you care to admit and you would hate to have a fine patina of fur all over it... he is there.

I think it is residual behaviour from when cats were fierce predators. They would need to have the greatest advantage for hunting, so naturally they would need to be higher than their prey. Sleeping would have been necessary to conserve energy and they would have to at least have 22 hours or so. They would hear the tiniest rustle of leaves and it would awake them and with only animal instinct on their side, they would pounce. I like to pretend that Static is a fierce hunter... it totally cracks me up.