Mudbloods and memories.
18/06/2003 08:02 pmIzzie has been listening to the radio and heard a short but hilarious program. I guess it wasn't intended that way. Way up at the top of Izzie's hate list are smokers and suburban assault vehicles but even higher than those are blond blue eyed arrogant aryans. But highest of all is reserved especially for arrogant aryans who are also STUPID.
When the transcript appears I will post it...The story was about the so called Christian identity movement who claim to be descendents of one of the twelve tribes of Israel...Joseph's sons Manasseh and Ephraim to be specific. These wandering folk found their way to England and somehow became whiter than white. Surprise surprise. There are also other sorts of creatures in this enlightened theology...Izzie especially likes the mudbl... oops mud people who live in the woods and fornicate with animals.
But the bit that really made my day...in light of Izzie's own affiliations ;) The two bloodline theory where Eve had children not just by Adam but also with...the Great Serpent himself..... and guess just who they might be???? So far the single solitary scrap of evidence in support of this interesting notion is our very own Cocytusian Cat herself.!!!!
But silly Izzie must wonder... if Judah and Levi and the rest of the family are descended from the great serpent... then surely Jacob their father and also father of Joseph must be as well???? Or is Izzie missing something here?
Never let logic get in the way of self-aggrandisement.
And memories? All the old theories and speculations are doing the rounds again in anticipation of the great day soon to be upon us. One of my favorites concerns Neville and those powerful memory charms. Thought of this one myself before seeing it surface elsewhere.
Neville's pathetic incompetence and forgetfulness is just too over the top and reinforced so often to be merely nothing but a pesky quirk of personality. Then we discover the odd snippets about his parents and the nasty little episode with the three spiderses. That must be one of Izzie's favorite chapters in the whole book. Madeye Moody was up there with Remus Lupin in the Izzie favorites list. Such a terrible betrayal.
I still cannot believe that even years later new ideas about this stuff pop up in my little green skull. Well Izzie suddenly realizes on Monday night after reading the latest Potter theories that Neville's reaction to the spiders and Izzie's reaction to the events in the graveyard were remarkably similar. Not a terribly welcome insight when one has an exam at 9 am the next morning. So off we go down memory lane. The strange thing is this zombie state for me lasted a few weeks or so. It ended in an instant when the reason why finally zapped its way past all the gatekeepers and guardians of those green cells. It was only then I realized just what enormous quantities of energy are consumed by such powerful memory charms. For a whole year Izzie had been feeling even more tired and miserable than usual. But the worst thing is that even then, this gas guzzling power hungry spell is not satisfied. One starts sucking energy from the surrounding environment. The muggles cannot quite put their finger on it but it as if... never mind 'as if'... they suspect they are in the presence of a Dementor.
Even Vernon and Petunia were astounded by the sudden transformation of their miserable Moaning Myrtle into a chirpy cheerful bright and bubbly irrationally exuberant serpent.
So if the watered down muggle versions of these spells can be so potent then surely their potential to transform in the magical realms could be truly astonishing.
So ickle Izzie slinks to the bar and puts a sack of 30 silver sickles on Neville doing something .... well extremely unlike the Neville that we all know and love to pick on. And Izzie will be the first to smirk "I told you so"
When the transcript appears I will post it...The story was about the so called Christian identity movement who claim to be descendents of one of the twelve tribes of Israel...Joseph's sons Manasseh and Ephraim to be specific. These wandering folk found their way to England and somehow became whiter than white. Surprise surprise. There are also other sorts of creatures in this enlightened theology...Izzie especially likes the mudbl... oops mud people who live in the woods and fornicate with animals.
But the bit that really made my day...in light of Izzie's own affiliations ;) The two bloodline theory where Eve had children not just by Adam but also with...the Great Serpent himself..... and guess just who they might be???? So far the single solitary scrap of evidence in support of this interesting notion is our very own Cocytusian Cat herself.!!!!
But silly Izzie must wonder... if Judah and Levi and the rest of the family are descended from the great serpent... then surely Jacob their father and also father of Joseph must be as well???? Or is Izzie missing something here?
Never let logic get in the way of self-aggrandisement.
And memories? All the old theories and speculations are doing the rounds again in anticipation of the great day soon to be upon us. One of my favorites concerns Neville and those powerful memory charms. Thought of this one myself before seeing it surface elsewhere.
Neville's pathetic incompetence and forgetfulness is just too over the top and reinforced so often to be merely nothing but a pesky quirk of personality. Then we discover the odd snippets about his parents and the nasty little episode with the three spiderses. That must be one of Izzie's favorite chapters in the whole book. Madeye Moody was up there with Remus Lupin in the Izzie favorites list. Such a terrible betrayal.
I still cannot believe that even years later new ideas about this stuff pop up in my little green skull. Well Izzie suddenly realizes on Monday night after reading the latest Potter theories that Neville's reaction to the spiders and Izzie's reaction to the events in the graveyard were remarkably similar. Not a terribly welcome insight when one has an exam at 9 am the next morning. So off we go down memory lane. The strange thing is this zombie state for me lasted a few weeks or so. It ended in an instant when the reason why finally zapped its way past all the gatekeepers and guardians of those green cells. It was only then I realized just what enormous quantities of energy are consumed by such powerful memory charms. For a whole year Izzie had been feeling even more tired and miserable than usual. But the worst thing is that even then, this gas guzzling power hungry spell is not satisfied. One starts sucking energy from the surrounding environment. The muggles cannot quite put their finger on it but it as if... never mind 'as if'... they suspect they are in the presence of a Dementor.
Even Vernon and Petunia were astounded by the sudden transformation of their miserable Moaning Myrtle into a chirpy cheerful bright and bubbly irrationally exuberant serpent.
So if the watered down muggle versions of these spells can be so potent then surely their potential to transform in the magical realms could be truly astonishing.
So ickle Izzie slinks to the bar and puts a sack of 30 silver sickles on Neville doing something .... well extremely unlike the Neville that we all know and love to pick on. And Izzie will be the first to smirk "I told you so"