Tired. Tired, tired, tired. Should go to sleep. But I haven't updated in over a week now.

Besides, the "World News Polka" will be on in about forty-five minutes...

Except that I wasn't the only one who'd wondered about this, so over the weekend the camp director rechecked all the numbers and discovered that, in fact, a mistake had been made, and the Blue Team should have won. So, for the first time ever, the decision was reversed.

I was informed about this on Monday morning, and I wrote up another page explaining what had happened there, and how the Blue Team had won after all, and the front page was about the reversal.

Thing is, the rest of the camp wasn't informed about it until just before camp ended. So I kept the paper tightly under wraps for a few hours, until just after the announcement, at which point I got to grab a box from the office and zoom across the campus lugging the equivalent of about eleven reams of paper.

Still, it went pretty well. And it's over. And I have almost a week until the fall semester begins...

(See that, boys and girls? That is a very long sentence. Shmuel tends to write those when he's falling asleep. And, yes, when he's wide awake, also, but it's more pronounced when he's a bit out of it. Just so you know.)

Anyway, we got together at my usual escribitionist meeting place, a deli in Manhattan, where we schmoozed for a few hours before wandering the streets for a bit in search of a coffee shop, where we schmoozed for a few minutes more before going our separate ways. 'Twas quite an enjoyable conversation, and a nice break from all the stuff I had to do for camp.

Let's see, what else can I say about her? Nice person, striking green eyes, and... oh, I never was very good at writing about other people. This'll have to do.

I feel a bit torn, actually, in a manner befitting these wacky turn-of-the-century times. See, I'm not entirely happy at the upcoming waves of Harry Potter merchandising, and I really wish they'd hold off on making the films until after all the books in the series are published.

With that having been said, I kinda want a Slytherin T-shirt. Those things are cool, man.

Oh, well. I never claimed to be perfect.

I'm still just getting over the discovery that even after the clarification in Book IV, I was still mispronouncing Hermione's name. (It's her-MY-o-nee, apparently.)

I kind of had to pity the guy at the concession stand who had to put up with us, though. Imagine, if you will, that you are working at the concession stand at a theatre, when two patrons near the counter--

(Oo. Polka time. One minute.)

(Oh, ABC knows how to treat us insomniacs. But back to the entry.)

Ahem. So, you're minding your own, and you hear this:

As for the film itself... it wasn't a good film. Nor was it a bad film. It just sort of was. It never got boring, but it never got engaging, either. There were some occasionally cool special effects, though. And Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen were both quite good with what little they had to work with. And, yeah, Hugh Jackman was a good Wolverine, and the rest of the gang was okay, too. Which still didn't make it a good film.

Apparently, I blinked during Jubilee's cameo appearance, 'cause I missed it. Jen said that she looked sorta pissed off, probably because she had no lines and Rogue had stolen her role as Wolvie's innocent young sidekick. Makes sense.

(I make allowances only for small children, and that only during afternoon showings; those who take children to theatres after dark would earn the above penalty if we were in a world with a reasonable justice system. Just so you know.)

So I was a bit concerned, as I said, not knowing if this would turn out to be a problem, but it wasn't. Better yet, she turns out to share my fondness for staying through the credits all the way to the end. (Talking during the credits is acceptable, by the way. In fact, there's a veritable world of amusement to be garnered from speculating as to the role of the "matte grip.")