Well, here’s a little trip down memory lane… a blog draft that I never actually published.
It has, perhaps, some historical value in that it offers a sense of what the wait for Pottermore was like for the Beta testers who had not yet received their welcome emails. All we could think about was… WHEN AM I GONNA GET THAT STUPID EMAIL?!?!? It was really a lot like watching paint dry.
Here’s a little example of how I killed time while waiting (written August 20, 2011)…
Hey, you know the wait for your Pottermore Welcome email is starting to get to you when you start seeing poetry in the gibberish dumped in your spam filter.
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At first, I wondered if it was an honest attempt at communication in a second language. Then I checked the URL the spammer left. Porn site.
So yup, it’s spam alright. But the English is sooooooooo incomprehensible that there’s something wonderfully surreal about it. I mean, “I moldiness say i pioneer this particularised one to generally be top nick”? Could Monty Python be much funnier than that?
Perhaps I really do belong in Ravenclaw!
Because as the House History tells us… the key quality for being sorted into Ravenclaw House is not merely intelligence but eccentricity. The House prides itself in its independence, intelligence, and eccentricity. After all, it’s the House of Uric the Oddball… and what could be odder than running through the spam filter with comedic intent?
Geez, that Hat had better not sort me into hyper-normal Hufflepuff.
Six days later, the Hat sorted me into Slytherin. And I’ve never looked back!