Alan Rickman, 60

Wow. :)

*thumping music*
*multicoloured lights*
*snow glitter*

HAPPY B-DAY, ALAN! XD *jumphug* FUZZ-LOVE!

Please our man! Wear out your clickah fingah at TheLiteracySite or summat! :)

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I had a day "off" (and tomorrow too) so I got the dentist over and done with. (That sounded pervy.) I was getting out and about today in any case. And in the unlikely event of bad dental news, at least a day such as February 21, 2006 can never be COMPLETELY ruined, eh? So, anyway, the dentist loves me. (Pervy dentist reference #2.) I've never had to risk swallowing a drill, my wisdom teeth have stopped emerging at least for now, minor plaque these days, and, um, I DO try to go easy on the gum-brushing since she told me a few horror stories about receding gums. 'Tis a mystery though:

Dentist: "Remember... once you brush away your gums, they NEVER GROW BACK."
Yoze: *GULP*

Wasn't talkative enough to ask WHAT happens once one digs down to the jaw bone. Someone mentioned surgery. Dentistlady never did. Perhaps the alternatives are

~Surgery for 500 000 SEK in Sweden
~Surgery for 500 000 x 0.33 SEK in cheaper nation :B
~Rotting skull

*shrug* That's what I imagine. :) Blasted.

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Then, of course, it was PARTY TIME! Namely, the ceremonial purchase of Diary 31. I spotted a little beauty in December and kept hoping it would still be available in February. My favourite version, a pink book with a magnolia on it, wasn't... but my 2nd fave was. Fate. :p It's a blue book with a blue poppy on it. Hehe, at least there is room for some Harry Potter symbolism in there:

~I'm a Ravenclaw wannabe and their main house colour is blue
~The nurse's name is Poppy (and with whom can she exchange potion recepies if not Severus?)
~Poppies give us opium and Harry Potter is as addictive...
~...which makes Potheads a good name for the fans (pity pot is not a poppy product... the solution is to re-name the boy Harry Opiumfarmer or some such name)
~If it weren't so far-fetched, I'd write that Barry Trotter's friend Lon wished to be covered with poppy seeds when he was turned into a bagel. OMG.

I just... love magnolias so muuuuuch. :p WHAT AN IMPORTANT POST THIS IS!

I then hopped to the cinema and spent a few hundred years trying to decide whether I should see Nanny McPhee as planned, or follow a primitive impulse and see Goblet of Fire for the 4th time. (I was starting to miss The Voice + it was THE cast member's b-day.) Gaaaaah. I picked Nanny McPhee. Emma T and the bunch... (Pretty much the entire Love actually cast, except Alan of course, who I shall assume was... BUSY!) It was aight. :B

I would have dragged my dad along to Goblet of Fire. He is the only family member who still believes he enjoys total Potter-ignorance. His idea of Harry Potter is based upon one of the cheesiest scenes from one of the Columbus films. So not to be a cultural fascist, but one should not go through life avoiding Harry for the wrong reason, since there is a good chance any given person will enjoy Potterverse. :B (I assume that's why dad tried to teach me about classical music when I was wee. It was torture, but I would have checked out THAT myself otherwise!) Alas, I was unable to convince him about Goblet in time:

Yoze: "Hey, you can go with me to see Harry Potter on Tuesday."
Dad: "Nah."
Yoze: "Why?"
Dad: "FANTASY... OMG."
Yoze: "You know I'm not a general fantasy hysteric either, right?! Guess what that could mean?"
Dad: *ROTFLHAO* *is always proud to generalise*
Yoze: "Harry Potter is not very spaced-out or anything... Plz?"
Dad: "No."
Yoze: "But I'll pay!"
Dad: "What about my TIME?"
Yoze: "I'm SO glad I've seen certain movies I didn't think I wanted to see. This will even fit your taste, I think, an still you're free from expectations. But you can sleep or leave if you hate the sh*t!"
Dad: "I can't walk out of a crowded cinema!"
Yoze: *doubts crowds but* "We'll ask for edge seats."
Dad: "But getting downtown is such a hassle."
Yoze: "You... gasp... hop on the tram 50 m from work and open a paperback for 10 minutes, you fecking car-maniac! Besides, you need to spend time with me or I may start doing drugs."
Dad: "No, really, forget it."
Yoze: "You are being so unreasonable. All out of rational arguments."
Dad: "I don't feel like it."
Yoze: "Gawd, I'm TREATING YOU TO A MOVIE! Who says no to - OK, I'll say the same thing next time you want a favour."
Dad: "OMG, you can nag a hole into a rock. Unfortunately, you are dealing with someone at least as stubborn as yourself."
Yoze: "You know, it is common for negotiations about the creation of a nature reserve to go on for 20 years."
Dad: "So this is great training for you, HAHAHAHAHA!"
Yoze: "I'll give you 50 SEK if you go." *stupid*
Dad: "It's a matter of principles."
Yoze: "Would you go for 1 billion? Haha, some principles. 50 SEK!"
Dad: "Sigh..."
Yoze: "50 SEK" + "There's a lot of porn in the film" (mini-true) + "You don't know what you're missing" x 5000
Dad: "Oh, shut the feck up!"

Mum, today: "Yoze, dad told me he's changed his mind and will go to Harry Potter with you next week."

OMG my brilliant argument/s must have worked their magic in his sleep. Or they think I'm lonely. I haven't mentioned to them that people are banging down my door for cinema company. (OK, 2 have asked in modern times.) But they're scary strangers, and as I said, my prejudiced dad especially needs a decent introduction to Potterverse. (It ain't the books, but at least not Columbus either.) He will also understand Alan's greatness better, and I nag a lot about that at home. (Mum seems a lost cause in that respect, however.)

*flexes ranger nagging muscles*

Lucky I didn't see Goblet today then, not in place of McPhee or afterwards... It was a wee bit too late. :) I almost called my gran to see if she wanted to come along to the nanny movie, as she has stated she will watch any crap starring Emma Thompson. :)

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For dinner I had the last of my weekend pizza. Only yer favourite food is good enough for February 21. :)