The End of an Era

I think it was first grade. One of mom's students showed her this really cool book called "Harry Potter". He let her borrow it. I read it. My first memory of reading it was our reading group in first grade. We buddied up with someone from the other class. We read short picture books, but I was reading a massive tome (compared to the ones around me). Mrs. Walker told me it was too advanced for me. Screw her, I read it anyway. Maybe I couldn't sound out "Diagon" or "Wingardium leviosa" and so what if I pronounced Hermione "Hurr-moyn", I loved those books.

Then, one warm July day, it hit me we'd be attending the final Harry Potter movie that night. The final act of a decade long play. It started where the last one left off. I watched it, rapt, my eyes only leaving the screen to inspect the color of my Sour Patch Kid. Then the final credits rolled. It was amazing. I loved it. All of it. From that day in first grade when  I disobeyed the teacher to the final moments of the film saga. I insisted on staying through the credits so that "the crowd would thin out". In reality, I just wanted to believe there'd be a sneak peak of the next film at the end. I knew there wouldn't be, but that little first grader in me refused to believe that a part of him had ended. It was impossible. I'd grown up with those characters. Surely they weren't leaving me. They couldn't. I sat through hours of credits, but there was nothing. We left. It was over. I went home and dug through my box of old stuffed animals. Towards the bottom was an old stuffed owl toy to promote the first movie. I pulled it out and went to bed, arms curled around it like a teddy bear. Then, I cried like a baby.

30 Percent Completion

I have now seen thirty-yes, thirty-percent of the films nominated for Best Picture at the most recent Academy Awards. I just watched The Social Network, and, I must say...

It's actually not bad. It was surprisingly decent. I was also relieved to see that Andrew Garfield (playing Parker in the Spiderman reboot) is awesome, so I'm eager for the next Spiderman film.

Hopefully by the ed of the week, I'll have seen The King's Speech. I'm rather excited for it.

So yeah. I love them Oscar flicks.

Billy Joel Is Always Relevant

We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it

This song, We Didn't Start The Fire, is about Joel's anger that the problems with the world have been blamed on his generation (the baby boomers). It's a great song and makes a great point that is still relevant today, no matter what your political affiliation may be. No one person, group, or thing is responsible for the world today. The world has always had its problems. I love it. You should too.

First Entry

So, in an attempt to document the epic win that is my life, I have decided to set up a slightly more, oh, I dunno...formal blog than that on BMGf.

This means that not only does the content change, but the quality will too. Hopefully my blog posts will be less rambling and more straight, direct information being shoved down your gullet. However, as I'm used to the haywire style of the BMGf blogosphere, it might take some time to notice the changes here. I merely ask that you bear with me.

So. Now you're thinking "Well I found this blog, what's it about?". If you weren't, well, you are now. Regardless. A better question would be "What isn't this blog about?".

The simple answer? There is nothing this blog isn't about. Maybe I'll post a review of a film, a book, a videogame or any other product (Review everything!). Maybe I'll just post a link to a funny video. Perhaps I'll examine music. Who knows? I certainly don't.

With that being said, I'll now stop my first blog entry ramble. Please, dear reader, keep reading it. It'll get awesome after like the fourth chapter, I promise.