Show Me You Care, Mommy.

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Okay, so I'm only just getting *into* reading and/or watching Harry Potter and all that shit, and yes it's mildly entertaining, but I ain't about to go psycho on it's ass adn I actually have to sit down with an alotted amount of time to read it before I actually get any reading done. I'm almost finished the Goblet of Fire and could care less when I get to OotP, (The Order of the Phoenix...I mean honestly, try saying OotP out loud, it sounds soooo stupid,) much less the Half-Blood Prince. But seriously, check out the PotterPuffs LJ, just because I have a passion for links, esp. fandom links, and the HP fandom spews out a good amount of hilarity. Those quasi-inspirational links that have thoughtful or dreamy phrases in whispery, pastel cursive plastered against the backdrop of a moonlit landscape, an ocean at sunset, or a misty unicorn make me physically ill. There may be moments were I go "awwww" but never, no never, would I use on of those on my LJ or MSN picture. Those need to be pithy and colourful as well as THOUGHT-provoking, rather than I-can-taste-the-bile-rising-provoking. Same goes for psuedo-serious goth/emo/punk links about being misunderstood and how screaming lets the pain out or being silent keeps the pain away or something about either being disruptive to society or going quietly insane because of this pain these emo-kids seem to be dealing with on a daily basis. I've seen hundreds of these icons, many from the same people over and over. If this is such a problem in society, maybe we need to have the heads of our nation's youth examined?
Which reminds me, I wsas working tonight so I missed the two-hour premiere of Brat Camp. Pity, that. There's little I love more than seeing parents who have obviously missed a step somewhere along the way sending the products of their batshit parenting skills to a psycho wilderness camp in order to change their ways and watching trained professionals make the kids into productive members of society in a way that the parents failed to do.
Nothing says "I love you and want to re-establish the parent/child bond," like making your progeny go rock-climbing without a harness and take part in myriad trust exercises with OTHER PEOPLE.

Anyhoe. I give you...
The Em Icon Song:
I love icons, yes I do...
I love icons, and so should you...
When I can't find new ones, I feel blue,
I'll take some icons, how about you?
Icons make my world go round
Icons turn it upside down
Icons brighten my otherwise dull and coma-inducing existence,
Now I shall end this song at Jackie's death-threat insistance.


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Potter Puffs is love.
Brat Camp is *love.*
Emo must die.