The Battle of the Owls has begun

Izzie and the Cocytusian Cat have some front row seats and are ever so looking forward to lots and lots of nasty evil gloating. (Care to share some gorgonzola and Burgundy with us. Professor Prufrock?)

Now just what was that spell for INVOKING Dementors?


"Don't let your MSN Hotmail account freeze up! As a valued customer, we want to remind you that if your e-mail account goes over the 2MB storage limit, it will be automatically frozen. That means: You won't be able to send any e-mail messages All messages sent to you will bounce back without notification* Your e-mail account will stay frozen until you delete enough messages to put your account under the 2MB limit. So make sure to monitor your account and delete messages regularly in order to stay well under the limit. To avoid this hassle, sign up for MSN® Hotmail® Extra Storage. Starting at just $19.95** a year, Extra Storage gives you a much larger inbox. It's the easiest way to avoid a frozen account.

Iz wonders if we will be able to fit all of that on an itsie bitsie 2MB cybercemetary gravestone.



This is going to be even more fun than Schadenfreude for SCOundrels. Such a terrible tragedy that Shitmail does not have a stockmarket listing.

Happy B.......day!

Bugger

Bloomsday

Iz thinks Bloomsbury Day is a much better idea. But not 16 June. Iz thinks that 31 July is the perfect opportunity to pass on the gorgonzola and instead munch piles of chocolate frogs and cockroach clusters washed down with pumpkin juice while reading out loud
"Mr and Mrs Dursley of Number four Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal. Thank you very much......"



PS Six hours later and Izzie did not really expect to get through the day without hearing at least one Dubliner reading some chapter from the book of the Century. Iz is definitely of the opinion that some books are supposed to be read in silence and some to be read out loud and listened to and Ulysses is definitely the latter.
In fact, it wasn't until Izzie seen Derek Jakobi in action as Hamlet and Paul Celan reading his ubercreepy poem "Todesfugue" that the Iz realized just how much of good literature is being simply RUINED by being read in silence and torn to shreds by arty farty coffee table chardonnay sipping sorts.


Today's instalment was the chapter where Stephen with the unspellable Greek name and Leopold Bloom go out to look at the stars. If the Internet had not been invented oh so long ago - Iz would have been convinced it was a clear cut case of 'copy and paste' But then we got to the nocturnal visits to the rest rooms. "Organs of micturation!!!" Now talk about taking the piss. Iz got such a case of the giggly fits. Must try that as a pick up line "Good evening sir. Allow me to admire your magnificent organ of micturation"
Well - that's Izzie's education for the day. Iz must do a google of "Finnegan's Wake" to see if he also grabbed "Poncillanimous" first or if it's a real Izzie invention.