The Bar Sucks

I'm in FL, doing the shit, making it happen, and generally going a bit nutzo with my list of things to accomplish.  But it's getting done, I'm on track still and not in the Suck (see below). 

Who knows what happened to Harry Potter?  I don't, and won't, and don't want to know untill Thurs.  Actually I want to know now, but will am reserving the pleasures of anticipation for myself.  Rowling's not a brilliant writer, and she hasn't created completely unique characters (see, Susan Cooper, Garth Nix, et. al.).  (BTW, there's a film release coming out of Susan Cooper's "The Dark is Rising," one of my favorite books ever.  The film looks ludicrously bad.)

However, Rowling's good, possibly very good, and willing to do unconventional things with her narratives (which I respect).  She's also in the right place at the right time telling the right story that's captivated the popular imagination.  Which puts her in a position few writers have ever been in.  Conan Doyle springs to mind - the public loved Holmes and went nuts when Doyle killed him.  So we'll see what Rowling does with her big stage.

Can you tell I'm curious?

Also, more in the bar mode, I refer you to the thoughts of David Millar, professional cyclist, and one of my current favs, even though he's been a dirty rider.  Sigh.  I'd love to have a perfectly known, perfectly clean rider I could cheer on.  As if my random thoughts could propel them faster or something.  In the meantime, I'll keep on insanely/irrationally rooting for Scottish cyclists, (go figure).  Anyway, this is an excerpt from Millar's blog/Bicycling.com's coverage of the tour.  It's funny and apt for the bar as well. I figure this guy can blog during the tour - I can give myself 5 min, even though we're getting close to H-hour.

I've been asked to explain The Suck.
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It's a dark place where you are stuck and cannot see any exit from in the near future. You wallow in self-pity in the absolute certainty that it will never end, or if never end, then simply go on forever. It is not a good place to be and I'm sure everybody has been in it more than once, quite a lot of people even live there, which is a horrible thought.

Getting into the Suck normally takes a certain period of gestation, an accumulation of personal affronts, wrong doings, misfortunes, errors, losses, bad weather, loss of random important belongings, solar skin allergy while traversing the Alps in the Tour de France while getting a physical thrashing etcetera, etcetera. Once the gestation period is over and The Suck is initiated there is not much to be done. Staying away from people has to be top of the list of things that MUST be done as the simplest remark or question made towards you can trigger a near nuclear response.
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Loved ones have to deal with it as well, and more often than not they receive the most flack, which is not fair but is the way of the world I suppose. Love is a many splendored thing and all that jazz.

Comments

[Atomic]

Yeah yeah, blah blah. All I'm thinking is, Scottish accent and spandex, now that's a winning combination.

Good luck with the bar!