Sunday Dithers

Merry Sunday, my baby lizards.  My, hasn't the intarwebz been in an uproar this week.  I have nothing to add to all the clever business that has been said except that, if you are going to insult the bloggers, do not do it on the innernets because dude, we are all right here.  You can insult us all you like in print media because a.) we will probably not find it, 2.) if we do, we can't spread the indignation via twitter, and iii.) we are too lazy by half to write any 'paper-comments' (i.e. 'letters') and mail them to said print publication, so the furore will die down in about twelve minutes.  Let that be a lesson, ye who wish to hit publish without thinking.

In other news, GoogleReader did something to themselves and for a few days I couldn't full-screen and guys, I have an 11" laptop.  I REQUIRE FULL-SCREEN so I can pick up my damn sandwich from time to time, and not be scrolling every few sentences.  And the intartubes was all, This should be fixed soon or you can start using Google Chrome or I forget what else because I just downloaded Chrome and I feel like I have entered the future.  The SPEED, you guys!  The rapidity with which windows open for me!  Half the reason I rarely comment on other blogs is because if I click over, I have to go make a cup of whisky tea or something while my computer is all, HOLD UP, WE ARE OPENING A NEW WINDOW.  (Mac people, you shut your smug faces.)

In other other news, I writ about Pottermore, except less about Pottermore and more about the week before Pottermore when Rowlinglandia was all, What is THIS?  Pottermore?  Ohh, it is a sssssecret!  By all means, speculate! and whether I think that sort of expectation-jacking buzz is helpful or harmful in the long run.

Sunday forth, lords and ladies.  I am going to the circus.