Fire, I'm confused about how you draw the line between Beauty and the Beast and MASH. Where the latter is "hmm, I don't know" and the former is "oh sure all the way!"

I really don't get what you're judging on.

That too. I also just rechecked my book, and the entire Deathday scene is a grand total of not even 4 pages before they leave.

The death day party is actually just a hazing ritual amongst the ghosts. They pick the students they think are most likely to die the soonest, and invite them to the death day party.

Also, Death Day party is Chamber of Secrets not Philosophers Stone.

EDIT: Okay, serious answer. The deathday party was just because it was Sir Nick's 500th deathday, so there wouldn't be one every year. And I've always seen it as JK giving us a little bit of an insight into what it's like to be a ghost in the early books before the story of the series goes into full drive (plus the series is still setting up that the world is MAAAAGIC and what that means). It also sets up the relationship between Harry and Sir Nick, so that later when

Heh, the co-op is nothing compared to the singleplayer. She's almost cute here by comparison.

Disturbing because it's Portal? Or disturbing because it's us?

Good boy.

Yeah. It's interesting. But I will definitely admit that it fucked me up hard in high school. There's still some stuff from that time that I'm trying to break myself out of. It's not something that I'd ever wish on anyone, at least the way I did it.

Have to ask.

Which audiobooks?

Not to get into it too much or derail the thread. I was raised Christian, and was just pretty much going along with the program, like I said I was never the poster child, but it was just the way the world was. Then shortly after I moved to high school (Grade 9, age 15ish for the international folks) I started noticing things, questioning a lot of stuff. And that ball kept rolling and growing for nearly 2 years, and really not to get into it, but I hated myself for a lot of that time, I was trying to balance this thing that had always been apart of my life, the guy everyone around me expected me to be (When you grow up in a Christian family, it's not exaggerating to say everyone I knew) with my slow realization that I couldn't believe any of it any more. Long story short, spiralling depression, a lot of anger, hatred mostly directed at myself, confusion and long...long...long...nights not sleeping and arguing with myself about my own soul. It was...bad. To put it mildly. It wasn't really until about grade 11 that I had it all sorted out enough to actually say to myself I was an atheist, and then I began to just silently slip away from the church, but I couldn't really do much cause I was still living with my parents and I couldn't tell them any of this, cause well...we have a strange relationship at the best of times, so that was just more stress, and then that's pretty much when I went full bore off the deep end of depression in high school, and it got really bad, but bleh, beside the point. Then I moved to Vancouver right after high school, and was allowed to flower into the lovely atheist you all know and love today.

TL;DR, If given the chance, I probably would not go through high school again, but for reasons that have nothing to do with high school.

/backtothethread

Yah. Hi.

I wasn't the poster child for Christianity growing up, but there's a reason I use the term deconversion.