Bit of Ivory

Joesther is really cool. We had a great time chatting about canon and movie casting and how we first were introduced to HP and what we were going to do for OotP and how 33 days is just way too long to wait. We also talked about the various cute guys we would like to see in the HP movies (Colin Firth, Jeremy Northam, Anthony Andrews, etc. . . .) and who had the most HP merchandise (I think Jo wins). After lunch I went with her to her apartment and looked at some of her merchandise and met her cat, Hermione. I also showed her the singing scene from The Importance of Being Earnest, which she owned but had never watched. After I recover from my tonsilectomy, we might go to What a Girl Wants together.

Meeting Jo just made me all the more excited for Nimbus. Apart from kixing some H/H’er butt, the coolest thing about Nimbus will be meeting Lou and Leslie and Angua and– well, everyone. I can’t wait.

I thought of something very interesting a couple of nights ago, but I almost forgot to blog about it. I was born in 1980, right? Well, having a birth year that ends in a 0 has made my life much easier. When everyone else had to do complicated math to figure out how old they would be in 2000, I just said “Well, it ends with a zero, so I’ll be 20.” The last digit of the year is always the last digit of my age. Cool, but not that cool, right?

Except, now that it’s the twenty-first century, it got even cooler. Remember back in the 20th century, how we used to say “nineteen ninety-eight” instead of “one thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight”? I’m sure we’ll start doing that again after we get out of this pesky “ought” decade. Anyway, if you split up a year, any year, in the twenty-first century, like that– into two numbers–and add them together, you will get my age for that year. So in 2069, I’ll be 89 years old. Is that cool or what?

Jen, my math-major best friend, was very impressed that I could come up with that.