Leaky > Mugglenet: the End of a Love Affair
Snarky much, Leaky? :D
Oh, Mugglenet. I think that that was the nail in the coffin of our dwindling, faded, but nevertheless long-lasting love affair.
I've known you a long time. I met you in ... 2001? 2003? There was so much to read, so much to do - and other freaks like me!
And then ... then I read the Wall of Shame. It was true love.
I had a lot of fun with you and all your different layouts - remember the Dementor one? Good times, my friend. And that creepy, forty-nine year old, shrunken in, old man creep that ran the website, Emerson - he never failed to crack me up. Although his existence did sadden me a little.
As HBP approached, I learnt to check you every day, and one day, there was an announcement: Emerson was getting an interview with JKR! There was a video of him being interviewed, so I clicked it ... and it turned out that - what? WHAT? Emerson was a pretty seventeen-year-old boy?
And I thought that I could love you, Mugglenet, no more than I already did. I was wrong.
And time went on. New books; new films; a discovery of the term "podcast", and a discovery that I enjoyed the Leaky Cauldron's podcast more than yours. I quelled the traitorous feeling I felt in my belly at this betrayal, and soldiered on through my fandom existence.
Time still went on. Emerson got into trouble for a few things: using the money from the advertising that covered you to pay his college tuition; spending Lumos walking around "like he was Bono"; infiltrating and crashing a slasher talk dressed as Harry, with a made-up rap - I secretly thought it was quite funny. But of course, I had noticed, that slowly but surely, he had grown up, gone to college, gotten a life, and stopped updating you, my love.
The distance that had grown between us was sad, I admit ... the love that had once burned with passion had been reduced to more of a, a fondness - a meloncholic look back on the days of my fandom innocence. But while sad, I wasn't heartbroken ... I had discovered John Noe, you see.
You teased me, you did, you and Emerson. I would think that he was gone forever, when suddenly, little flashes of genius would appear - who can forget the April Fool joke of 2006? But then he would go again, and the sadness would return. Nevertheless, life went on. I used Mugglenet for news, and TLC for my iPod. I felt little guilt at my adultery - how could something so wrong feel so right? But you, darling Mugglenet, were covered in so many adverts - you just took so long to load! Was it you, or me? I do not know, but I must admit - I denied it at the time, but now I must confess - it diminished the magic somewhat. I didn't have a clue who these people updating you were, you were always organizing trips and jaunts around the world and writing books ... and I one day realised that I just didn't know you anymore. Didn't know who, or what, you'd become.
And, I have to admit, I found it refreshing, that on TLC, Melissa was still present, updating with news. That I had some vague knowledge of who the news-updaters were. That the website took less time to load, and that once I had worked out how to use its layout (which cannot be insulted because John Noe designed it) I grew quite attached to it. And slowly, inevitably, it now seems, leakynews.com became the source that I would automatically gravitate to when looking for news.
Our relationship had dwindled. Nothing but cold ashes remained, and I had to face the fact that my feelings for TLC were not of the temporary kind. That Leaky and I, as a pairing, had potential.
And you, dear reader, will be able to see the evidence of this sad tale: go and look at any of my entries regarding news, note where I linked to, and you will the see the trend emerging. You could, perhaps, if you chose, even date my shift in allegiences ... but numbers can never be put on a tradgedy such as ours.
But now, I know - when TLC's April Fool joke caused my heart to rend in two, and when yours emitted nothing but pity from my wounded breast - I knew the truth. The facts are undeniable.
And, now! To post something such as that, without checking the facts, and causing mayhem! Something I am sure any sane fan could have guessed as being false - JKR wanting nothing more than to write the script for DH, indeed! I am - I am sorry, darling, but it must be said - I am ashamed.
Farewell, my friend. It is you who has ended this - it is you who has brought me to this conclusion. I am sorry for everything, but Mugglenet, you and I: we are no more.
Oh, Mugglenet. I think that that was the nail in the coffin of our dwindling, faded, but nevertheless long-lasting love affair.
I've known you a long time. I met you in ... 2001? 2003? There was so much to read, so much to do - and other freaks like me!
And then ... then I read the Wall of Shame. It was true love.
I had a lot of fun with you and all your different layouts - remember the Dementor one? Good times, my friend. And that creepy, forty-nine year old, shrunken in, old man creep that ran the website, Emerson - he never failed to crack me up. Although his existence did sadden me a little.
As HBP approached, I learnt to check you every day, and one day, there was an announcement: Emerson was getting an interview with JKR! There was a video of him being interviewed, so I clicked it ... and it turned out that - what? WHAT? Emerson was a pretty seventeen-year-old boy?
And I thought that I could love you, Mugglenet, no more than I already did. I was wrong.
And time went on. New books; new films; a discovery of the term "podcast", and a discovery that I enjoyed the Leaky Cauldron's podcast more than yours. I quelled the traitorous feeling I felt in my belly at this betrayal, and soldiered on through my fandom existence.
Time still went on. Emerson got into trouble for a few things: using the money from the advertising that covered you to pay his college tuition; spending Lumos walking around "like he was Bono"; infiltrating and crashing a slasher talk dressed as Harry, with a made-up rap - I secretly thought it was quite funny. But of course, I had noticed, that slowly but surely, he had grown up, gone to college, gotten a life, and stopped updating you, my love.
The distance that had grown between us was sad, I admit ... the love that had once burned with passion had been reduced to more of a, a fondness - a meloncholic look back on the days of my fandom innocence. But while sad, I wasn't heartbroken ... I had discovered John Noe, you see.
You teased me, you did, you and Emerson. I would think that he was gone forever, when suddenly, little flashes of genius would appear - who can forget the April Fool joke of 2006? But then he would go again, and the sadness would return. Nevertheless, life went on. I used Mugglenet for news, and TLC for my iPod. I felt little guilt at my adultery - how could something so wrong feel so right? But you, darling Mugglenet, were covered in so many adverts - you just took so long to load! Was it you, or me? I do not know, but I must admit - I denied it at the time, but now I must confess - it diminished the magic somewhat. I didn't have a clue who these people updating you were, you were always organizing trips and jaunts around the world and writing books ... and I one day realised that I just didn't know you anymore. Didn't know who, or what, you'd become.
And, I have to admit, I found it refreshing, that on TLC, Melissa was still present, updating with news. That I had some vague knowledge of who the news-updaters were. That the website took less time to load, and that once I had worked out how to use its layout (which cannot be insulted because John Noe designed it) I grew quite attached to it. And slowly, inevitably, it now seems, leakynews.com became the source that I would automatically gravitate to when looking for news.
Our relationship had dwindled. Nothing but cold ashes remained, and I had to face the fact that my feelings for TLC were not of the temporary kind. That Leaky and I, as a pairing, had potential.
And you, dear reader, will be able to see the evidence of this sad tale: go and look at any of my entries regarding news, note where I linked to, and you will the see the trend emerging. You could, perhaps, if you chose, even date my shift in allegiences ... but numbers can never be put on a tradgedy such as ours.
But now, I know - when TLC's April Fool joke caused my heart to rend in two, and when yours emitted nothing but pity from my wounded breast - I knew the truth. The facts are undeniable.
And, now! To post something such as that, without checking the facts, and causing mayhem! Something I am sure any sane fan could have guessed as being false - JKR wanting nothing more than to write the script for DH, indeed! I am - I am sorry, darling, but it must be said - I am ashamed.
Farewell, my friend. It is you who has ended this - it is you who has brought me to this conclusion. I am sorry for everything, but Mugglenet, you and I: we are no more.