Eric ended up naming his latest World of Warcraft character "Tardis". He refuses my claim that this makes him a bona fide Doctor Who fan. (And then I was sad I couldn't name my new character "Tonks" so we could run around being all alliterative.)
When I stop being such an apathetic sloth (i.e. never) I will try to post my pictures from the Deathly Hallows release. There was a guy there walking around in a Captain Jack Sparrow hat who I really should have gotten a shot of.
eclecticmuse seriously debated going up to him and saying "You're doing it wrong."
Eric and I are attempting to take up walking around the apartment complex every other weekday morning in some feeble gesture of getting exercise. I'd really rather get a bicycle, though. I miss my old one. Biking the neighborhood just wasn't the same after we moved back to Birmingham, into an enclosed subdivision whose only outrance opened onto a four-lane highway. (In Simpsonville, we theoretically could reach downtown without ever leaving the sidewalk. We may have even tested that theory once.)
I am rambling. This probably means I should take a nap before Eric comes home for lunch and hooks up the wet vacuum.