Figured I’d post this one in honor of the way so many of the people I know are reading one Harry Potter book or another. I cracked up at one of the latest entries in the Urban Dictionary:
post-Potter depression: The empty feeling that comes from finishing the seventh book in the Harry Potter series and realizing there will be no more.
I understand. I’ve had post-Sex and the City depression (hush, Marika), post-Queer as Folk depression, and I’m coming up on post-Absolutely Fabulous depression. (I never said I was current.)
You know you live in Houston a Major mertro Area, you could actually HAVE Sex in a City. I’m just sayin’
When QAF ended, I think I totally went on a bender of reruns of it, to soothe my soul. I still like to think that QAF lives on, picturing Brian visiting Justin (I can’t seem to let their relationship end). I miss it, still.
I felt sad when The Sopranos ended, but I realized that every show will end sooner or later. I did get rather annoyed when Seinfeld ended, because I had heard these various critics kept harping that it wasn’t as good as it used to be, a judgment that I really disagreed with. I heard that Jerry Seinfeld let himself be influenced by this harping and that’s why he ended Seinfeld, but I don’t know if that story is true. I wish they would have put George on trial for killing Susan as the final episode instead of what they did because I think it would have made more sense.
My final thougths upon finishing the book this weekend are complicated.
I am less than halfway thru HP7 and I am already having those complicated thoughts and feelings. Now I HAVE to go to bed. (sigh)