My review of the new “Dark Knight Rises” teaser trailer
Last Thursday night, I was one of the first in line to watch the final installment of the new Harry Pooter movie, “Harry Pooter and the Deadly Gallows Part 4,” and I was so excited, as you probably guessed already. I had on all of my wizard gear, such as my magic wand, and the muggle, and my quiddick things. Also, I had on a cloak, and my Pooster glasses. I loved this last and final Harry Pooper movie before the reboot, because it is just exactly the movie that fans of this long-running, unique fantasy series deserve. It had all the wonderment of the other films of the series, although I was surprised by the part when Harry Pookie died, but I especially loved the part where Harry pooped in Hermiony’s mouth. Even though I think that they stole my idea for a movie where people poop in each others’ mouths when they have romantic relations, I still loved it because that is how real wizards would be romantic with each other, and also share their magical secrets, by trading the magic that comes out of their butts (“potters”), and putting it directly in the mouth of the other wizard (“consumption”).
But what really made me excited was that the new “Dark Knight Arises” teaser trailer was released at the same time as the new Harry Pooted movie. This created quite a dilemma for me, as a fan of both this unique movie series about a school for magic and a “chosen one” who has to do a lot of magical stuff and avenge the deaths of his family by a fearsome villain who seems to be unstoppable, and a fan of the other, Batman movie series about a superhero whose parents are killed so he goes out to avenge their deaths by doing a bunch of stuff and he learns how to be a hero because he’s a designated heroic person who has to save everybody. [Read more →]
by Paula Butturini is just the sort of book I love…and just the sort of book I normally avoid. I love books about travel and Italy is high on my list of places that I absolutely must go. There’s a lot of food in this book and a great love for cooking and shared meals. However, I don’t have any personal experience with depression and memoirs about depression are not usually high on my list. Still, I was enchanted by this book. I devoured it (very appropriate) in one sitting on a short flight with a long delay. I have highlighted several recipes that I plan to try in my own kitchen. And I was very moved by John’s struggle with depression, by his wife’s unceasing love for him, and the support of their family and friends. 
