Why, for example, did the dead man leave so many bafflingly inane clues when a Post-it note would have done? Why does our code breaking hero know so much useless stuff and why is he usually wrong about it anyway? Behold The Asti Spumante Code - a thriller of such power that it will render all other books pointless. Behold also the titles authored by our hero, prof. James Crack: Below the surface:The hidden meaning of superficial stuff and The significance of words and some of their meanings. I wager it's gonna be better than the nearly abysmal Da Vinci Code, though i confess i didn't have the smarts to decipher all but the last of the puzzles. Bah! They were so beneath my standard, to be sure.
That brings me to another thought crawling around the fetid depths of what masquerades as my mind. The Rowling woman will take another 2 years to come up with the next potty book. And it will, ofcourse, be the pits - of Mariana-ish proportions . So why cannot some random literally minded person beat her to it. Not only will it be financially rewarding, the readers would probably get a much better deal. How difficult could it be? The HP universe
I have the urge to write about pants, my thoughts on the past couple of months, and a pink spoon named Julia, but this post is far too fractured as it is.
urped by gumz @ 12:57 PM
