The new Harry Potter books arrived at work with a curiously mixed aura of security about them- the books themselves were shrink-wrapped but not boxed or actually protected in any way. Yet, at the same time they came with a hefty packet of rules regarding that they be locked away in the manager’s office instead of the storeroom’s locked room (DVD’s and such tend to go there) and no copies are to be read or sold until the 21st under penalty of horrible death and Scholastic pulling all their books from the store. Also, we can’t hold copies.

Whatever. They’re making a whole event out of it and arranging a costume party and such. I’ve finally begun The Sorcerer’s Stone thanks to constant urging from more than a few parties (and because I finally found the paperback instead of the costlier hardbound first editions that monopolize the shelves.)

At the same shop, I finally got to reading a Michael Moore book (Still haven’t seen any of the guy’s movies.) I really didn’t know what to expect going in, since most of his movies sounded like juicy, inflammatory stuff, but he usually comes off as a pretty okay guy in interviews (I used to hate that face fuzz of his, but after seeing him without it, it feels way too much like something is missing. Like Alex Trebek.) It’s a lot more fair than I expected. Even though he obviously doesn’t like Bush, for example, he doesn’t harp on it nearly as much as he does Clinton for doing some of the same things and getting away with it through his smoothness. And he’s at least n degrees less smug and irritating than Al Franken.

Yes, my interest in politics is basically limited to writers who throw humor in to make it more palatable.

Oh yeah, Harry Potter. That thing. Apparently the last words in the book are “All was well..

YAY.