A Moment of Silence for Unsaved Posts...(and Wizards)

Ugh. Whatever happened to the Hogwarts robes?

WARNING! THIS POST CONTAINS A REALLY LONG RANT ABOUT HOW I FORGOT TO SAVE MY WORK. IF YOU WANTED TO READ SOMETHING OF SUBSTANCE, SKIP TO THE PARAGRAPH THAT BEGINS WITH THE "@" SYMBOL.

      Good evening, my children of the night. So, I had an epic (AND I MEAN EPIC) blog post about Harry Potter. It took me two hours and it included the following:

1. Stories from my childhood
2. A few Nadsat words
3. An enumerated list (only the last list had BIG LETTERS LIKE THIS)

      The autosave wasn't working so I thought, "I better finish this thing and post it instead of trying to save it and figure out it doesn't work." Well, an error occurred when I tried to post it, so I hit the back button. All my beautiful work was still there, pristine and untouched. I decided to highlight it, copy it, and save it to a Word Document lest Blogspot make a second error in my attempt to post. Well, after I highlighted all my work, something possessed me to try and use the CTRL + C function to copy it. No problem, right? Well, my pinky slipped on a metaphorical banana peel and then I hit the delete button. Long story short, there were tears, there was screaming, there was substandard frozen pizza. But after the tears dried, the conniption fit ceased, and I found out the the pizza was only four bucks, I began to feel better.
     @ There you go. End of unsaved rant. Now on to more important matters. I saw Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows today. Let me start off by stating my issues with Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, a dreadful and boring film (with an enumerated list!):

1. ROMANCE. I hate romantic movies. I don't go to romantic movies. If I hear someone so much as mention The Notebook, Titanic, or A Walk to Remember, I char what's left of their brains by breathing fire through my snarling teeth. I went to a fantasy adventure film based on a kid's book and what did I get? Awkward teenagers bumbling about, breathing heavily for a few seconds, arguing about "snogging" (whatever the hell that is), and staring at each other until one of them says "WHOOPS. I gotta go to class" or whatever. It's stupid. It's boring. Why would I go to a wizard movie if I wanted to see an indie Canadian romantic comedy? (Doesn't make much sense now, but if you compare those babies to this thing...)
2. WHERE'S THE MAGIC? They were so busy doing the stupid romantic tripe that they forgot to do any magic aside from the obligatory Harry-Voldemort wand connection deal near the end.
3. WHERE'S McGONAGALL? She only stopped in once or twice to say "GET BACK TO YOUR HOUSES".
4. WHERE'S NEVILLE? C'mon.
5. WHY WAS I SO HAPPY DUMBLEDORE DIED? Dear Michael Gambon: Don't get me wrong. You were good in Angels in America. You're just a lousy Dumbledore. I'm sorry. Dumbledore isn't zany. He wouldn't have grabbed Harry by the collar just because he put his name in the Goblet of Fire. You do realize that Dumbledore is old, right? Sincerely, Tom Selleck's Mustache. (That's how I sign all my letters.)
6. Boring. So boring, in fact, I won't even bother to put it in all caps or italics.

    Okay, so those were my thoughts on Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Now for Part 1 of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.
     I actually don't have many thoughts on this film. It was very well done, but the writing was kind of lacking, and there were too many shots of people looking off into the distance.
     Sorry if that was disappointing. It just didn't evoke many feelings in me, good or bad. I kind of miss Chris Columbus days of the franchise to be quite honest.
      Okay, so there's the enumerated list. Now all I need is a Nadsat word...litso meaning "face."
      Got that out of the way. Now for a childhood story, and we'll be all set...
      Okay, so this one time I was at Chuck E. Cheese. I ran out of tokens, so I decided to kick the guy in the mouse costume in the shins. He didn't mind the first few times I did it, but after a while, he finally snapped and chased me around the restaurant. I hid under the air hockey table and he dragged me out by the ankle. I said, "YOU WANT A PIECE OF THIS, CLOWN?!" He gave me a lecture on why I shouldn't hit people. Worst. Christmas. Ever.
       Alright, so that's Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part One in a theater near you. This post isn't as good as the one I originally wrote, and again, sorry for my lack of computer skills with the CTRL button.
       Until then, I'll see you on the radio.