The Second War begins
14/07/2005 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie slinks home after a long day pottering about. It's Murphy's Law that a nasty stinking cold decides to arrive during our 3 days off. Especially when we have more than 330 hours of accumulated sick leave. Some very slack Office elf left the 'Human resources Cost Centre' list lying around where nosy little elves could peek at it.
Been a most strange day indeed. Half debating whether or not to just lounge about the house doing nothing before pottering off to the Lair enroute to the university for the latest instalment in the sad saga of the Apple and the Serpent.
Dolores must have a daughter working for the Apple marketing department over east. Takes her four weeks to reply to a registered mail sent on 3rd June
Some one in the Apple office had actually approved of the Izzie application after sending proof of student status provided by the folks in the book shop but dearest Dolores daughter came along with her big red pen and writes
“Rebate rejected as I called XXXX Student Central and they advised me that you finished last year. No Payment” As usual the bitch did not have the guts to sign her name to her big fat red squiggles
How can we get through to her big fat head that student cards from 2004 are actually valid until 31st March of the FOLLOWING year which was one month after this rebate offer closed and so the fact that Izzie did finish her studies in December 2004 and graduated in February 2005 is sufficient to qualify for this stupid rebate and that our lack of student status as of July 2005 is utterly irrelevant?
Well. Returned to the bookshop on Friday with this pathetic reply. Said I'd hoped to be coming to thank them for their assistance in dealing with this obstinate mob but instead had been given yet another “Dear Izzie” letter.
Well. Seems that they finally managed to work something out and sent an electronic owl telling us so and that if we bring our rejection slips along with the original application forms that they will process this rebate for us.
Decided it can wait until Friday. Would go to Fremantle as usual on Thursdays – firstly to get our weekly fix of podcast downloads from Radio National (somehow suspect that the Izzie will be busy doing other things next Thursday) and secondly because St Brutus (Izzie's favorite ex lunatic asylum) would be the most appropriate place to finish the last few chapters of “Order of the Phoenix” Plus we also needed a fix of our favorite feral food from The Juicy Beetroot Cafe.
Sure enough, just like every other time we read this book (four in all) it seems to go rapidly downhill once Fred and George leave the building and from nearly being Izzie's favorite of all five, it drops right down the pecking order.
Cannot quite put our finger on it, but something is just not quite right about all the stuff that happens after that.
Mind you, Izzie did have to chuckle when old Fudgie boy issues those “Be alert but not alarmed” protection guides for elementary personal and home defence. Wonders if the Wizarding World has fridge magnets? Cornelius Fudge bears such an uncanny resemblence to a certain lying rodent (Also known as John Howard) that it is positively scary sometimes. He truly excelled himself at the trial and the meeting with Dolores and Marietta.
But got to thinking – maybe the question we should be all asking is not who is going to die but how many. If the Prince of Darkness has assembled his Death Eaters, dementors and other fearful creatures and is once again on the rise, then surely more than just one major character will become acquainted with that veil?
It really was kind of sad and scary at the very end of the story when Harry arrives back at Kings Cross station. This place has acquired an altogether more sinister significance since last Thursday. Izzie really feels sorry for the mother of one of those guttersnipes. She not only has to live with the grief of his death but the guilt that he caused so much suffering to others and his family had just no idea at all what he was up to. With the others, since none of their relatives registered them as missing, makes one wonder if they knew or suspected anything.
The fact that all four of them had kept their noses clean is really really scary. Some one very very cold , calculating and very clever must be behind it all. One wonders how they can sell such an idea to a bunch of 19 year olds living in the suburbs – the sorts of people who would seem perfectly at home in places like Privet Drive. Strange times indeed.
It's hard enough to stop a suicide bomber but when they have no record at all of dubious activities or association, then anyone can be a suspect.
And it seems, it is not the desperate poor living in slums who are most susceptible to such nihilistic ideologies but the well educated middle classs sorts.
Been a most strange day indeed. Half debating whether or not to just lounge about the house doing nothing before pottering off to the Lair enroute to the university for the latest instalment in the sad saga of the Apple and the Serpent.
Dolores must have a daughter working for the Apple marketing department over east. Takes her four weeks to reply to a registered mail sent on 3rd June
Some one in the Apple office had actually approved of the Izzie application after sending proof of student status provided by the folks in the book shop but dearest Dolores daughter came along with her big red pen and writes
“Rebate rejected as I called XXXX Student Central and they advised me that you finished last year. No Payment” As usual the bitch did not have the guts to sign her name to her big fat red squiggles
How can we get through to her big fat head that student cards from 2004 are actually valid until 31st March of the FOLLOWING year which was one month after this rebate offer closed and so the fact that Izzie did finish her studies in December 2004 and graduated in February 2005 is sufficient to qualify for this stupid rebate and that our lack of student status as of July 2005 is utterly irrelevant?
Well. Returned to the bookshop on Friday with this pathetic reply. Said I'd hoped to be coming to thank them for their assistance in dealing with this obstinate mob but instead had been given yet another “Dear Izzie” letter.
Well. Seems that they finally managed to work something out and sent an electronic owl telling us so and that if we bring our rejection slips along with the original application forms that they will process this rebate for us.
Decided it can wait until Friday. Would go to Fremantle as usual on Thursdays – firstly to get our weekly fix of podcast downloads from Radio National (somehow suspect that the Izzie will be busy doing other things next Thursday) and secondly because St Brutus (Izzie's favorite ex lunatic asylum) would be the most appropriate place to finish the last few chapters of “Order of the Phoenix” Plus we also needed a fix of our favorite feral food from The Juicy Beetroot Cafe.
Sure enough, just like every other time we read this book (four in all) it seems to go rapidly downhill once Fred and George leave the building and from nearly being Izzie's favorite of all five, it drops right down the pecking order.
Cannot quite put our finger on it, but something is just not quite right about all the stuff that happens after that.
Mind you, Izzie did have to chuckle when old Fudgie boy issues those “Be alert but not alarmed” protection guides for elementary personal and home defence. Wonders if the Wizarding World has fridge magnets? Cornelius Fudge bears such an uncanny resemblence to a certain lying rodent (Also known as John Howard) that it is positively scary sometimes. He truly excelled himself at the trial and the meeting with Dolores and Marietta.
But got to thinking – maybe the question we should be all asking is not who is going to die but how many. If the Prince of Darkness has assembled his Death Eaters, dementors and other fearful creatures and is once again on the rise, then surely more than just one major character will become acquainted with that veil?
It really was kind of sad and scary at the very end of the story when Harry arrives back at Kings Cross station. This place has acquired an altogether more sinister significance since last Thursday. Izzie really feels sorry for the mother of one of those guttersnipes. She not only has to live with the grief of his death but the guilt that he caused so much suffering to others and his family had just no idea at all what he was up to. With the others, since none of their relatives registered them as missing, makes one wonder if they knew or suspected anything.
The fact that all four of them had kept their noses clean is really really scary. Some one very very cold , calculating and very clever must be behind it all. One wonders how they can sell such an idea to a bunch of 19 year olds living in the suburbs – the sorts of people who would seem perfectly at home in places like Privet Drive. Strange times indeed.
It's hard enough to stop a suicide bomber but when they have no record at all of dubious activities or association, then anyone can be a suspect.
And it seems, it is not the desperate poor living in slums who are most susceptible to such nihilistic ideologies but the well educated middle classs sorts.
