It’s that time again! Melanie has a veritable plethora of questions, four from our resident Harry Potter freak, Roger Shipp, and four from her for those of us who think Harry Potter is a hirsute marijuana salesman. I’m gonna do all eight. She has all the rules over at her place, if you’d like to play along.
Harry Potter can speak to snakes. If you were able to have conversations with any one animal, what animal would you like to speak to? What would be the topic of your first conversation? That’s easy: my cat Molly. I’d ask her why she’s such a pain in the ass.
(She’s actually quite sweet…)
The portraits in Hogwart’s dormitories can talk. If your graduation portrait could speak to people passing it by, what would it tell them? Considering that in my graduation portrait I look like I should be sitting on Paul Winchell‘s lap, probably something like “And they say I’m the dummy.”
Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger use the Pollyjuice Potion for finding new clues for the happenings at Hogwarts. (The Pollyjuice Potion is a magic potion that allows your body to form into that of another and live their life for a few hours.) If you could transform into another being, who would you chose to be? What would you hope to learn? I’m reminded of an old poem:
I’d like to be a duck.
I’d swim along the river,
And watch the people… eat lunch.
There was a flooding in the girl’s bathroom where Moaning Myrtle resides. What has been the most dangerous (or comical) ‘flooding’ where you reside? We had a couple of mishaps with the toilet in our old apartment in Chicago. One time a bottle of Mary’s Clinique makeup base (or whatever it’s called) fell in the toilet and got stuck in the trap, and any time we flushed, it would flood. I ended up draining the toilet, taking it off the floor, turning it over and shaking it until the bottle fell out, like getting a pick out of a guitar. I then managed to put everything where it belonged, the toilet worked perfectly, and I was exceedingly proud of myself.
(Serious one which is rather creepy): How do you think you’ll die? IF you do think about it? I don’t think about it. I figure that when it happens I’ll be the last to know.
What’s the best on-line screen name you’ve seen? (Best might mean the oddest.) One of my brother’s friends is a lawyer, and his screen name was “Litigating.”
What’s invisible that you wish people could see? My pet horse, Whinny. She’s a Clydesdale.
If over time you replace parts on a car, at what point does it stop being the same car you bought? How many parts do you need to replace to make it a new car? It’s always the same car you bought. Even when you trade it in, it’s a car you bought. Reminds me of a weird thing that happened: I traded in my old car, a Dodge Omni, for the Honda Accord I then had for twenty years. A couple of months later, I drove to the airport, and when I drove into long-term parking I saw a red Omni and thought “that looks like my old car.” A closer look revealed that it was my old car. Same license plate (in Georgia at the time, the plate stayed with the car), same “Marriage Encounter” decal in the back window. The only difference was they had fixed the place on the driver’s seat that I had worn out from getting in and out of the car. (That Omni was a nice little car, now that I think of it.)
Which reminds me of a song: Johnny Cash’s “One Piece At A Time.”
See you in the funny papers!