Of Muggles and Mujahideen...

Man! I am exhausted.

I decided to take that long epic walk from Lancaster Town to Lancaster University, and, as I mentioned, its epic. But I didn't just take that walk for my health! Oh no! Anyone who does anything for their health is goram fool! No, I took the hour-long walk so I could have a bath - regrettably, after nearly three weeks of living in my house I still can't work the boiler for shit, (same goes for the oven, the doors and even the floors, I CANNOT WORK THE FLOOR!). So yeah, walking for miles just for water... I'm kind of like an African. But fatter. And God hasn't cursed my existence.

Moving on! Imagine now, dear readers, that I am taking out my hypothetical list of things to show hypothetical visitors to Lancaster. I am adding now, to this list, the wee village of Scotforth. Its about half a mile north of the University and its very pretty, there's one tiny road leading through it, which is all rusticky and less-travelled, and all the houses are beautiful. And there are bunnies running around everywhere and a stream runs the whole thing. When I was in Scotforth, AND ONLY WHEN I WAS IN SCOTFORTH (I must emphasise), I was actually able to understand why some losers people spend their entire adult lives obsessing about house prices.

Anyway, on to the main impetus of this blog! This portion of the blog is going to be of a somewhat... reviewy nature.

Firstestly, I finally read the latest Harry Potter. And y'know what, I quite liked it. It marched its way along with an exciting little mystery, and (cliché alert), it seemed more grown-up than the other books - but yes, I know, that's what everyone has said about each book since the original... but in this one, its less glaringly obvious that the main characters are children (which, as a 20-year old, I am now perfectly entitled to call 17-year olds, so, na-dee-na-dee-na-na!). However, to put my opinion into context, I hardly remember anything of any of the other books, so whadda I know, eh!?

But yeah, good book, made me go "OOH!" at one point, made me quite tense at the bit near the end when it seemed that Harry was going to die, (society at large however, already gave me the impression that Harry would survive, but still...). All in all actually, I was quite impressed with my own ability over the last couple of months of avoiding spoilers, I mean, it was difficult at the start, but after a while, people started to assume that anyone who cared about the book would have already read it by now, GUESS I PROVED THEM WRONG!

One thing I didn't like though, like, really didn't like, was the ending and the epilogue. Basically, to synopsise, JK epilogues up the whole thing by saying "and then, nothing at all interesting happened for several decades, the characters all wound up marrying the people they were with by the end of this book (no matter how retarded these relationships may seem), no adventures every happened to anyone else, ever again... so you bastards can't ever expect me to write another fucking book! Ha. Ha. Ha!" Which was really just mean of her. I mean, a LOT of people dedicated a significant part of their lives to the HP series, and would have quite liked for it to remain open ended, and for them to put their dorky little imaginations into gear and imagine what happened next!!! But nope. JK Rowling shattered their dreams, which is... just... mean.

SECOND REVIEW!!!

Last night I went to go see 'The Kingdom'. It was really good. The opening credits were like a brief li'l documentary about Saudi Arabia's relations with the West and its own people, which let you know from the start that yes, this film was going to be explodey and bloodthirsty, but it would also educational! Exploducational!!!

Basically, some terr'rists blow up a Western compound outside Riyadh, like, really blow it up, I remember watching it thinking, 'okay, yeah, that's pretty blown up but surely they can't blow it up even mo-- OH GOD THEY BLEW IT UP SOME MORE!', and the CIA wants to go 'vestigate, but, as any layman knows!, the Saudi government rules via a very inflexible understanding with its population of bat-shit insane extremists that while the government needs American force to secure the supply of oil, and thus secure the status of the Kingdom geopolitically, that Western Infidels are incredibly unwelcome, and that their presence should be kept to a minimum. BUT THAT DOESN'T STOP THE HERMAPHRODITICALLY-NAMED JAMIE FOXX, oh no, him and his team sneak into the country and befriend a friendly Arab.

Then, much like Harry, Ron and Hermione, they wander around the mysterious hidden world in hopes of solving their own little mystery. And then they do, and then they decide to go home, BUT THEN IT GETS REALLY ACTIONNY! I was literally on the edge of my seat! Okay.. technically it was the back edge of my seat, but I was still rather excited.

So yeah, 'The Kingdom' gets a...

... GOOD OUT OF THUMBS!!!

Yay! Woo!

In other news, I forgot to bring a replacement shirt for after walking an hour to get to the bath, so, while as when I first got out I could have passed it off as an intriguing musk, I fear now that I just smell... oh well.

Anyway! I'm in the Liberry, so I should probably find that book I was looking for.

Also wow. This is quite a long blog.