I had a dream last night that I worked at McDonalds and I was behind the counter when this guy dressed in a tuxedo (with white dickie and tie) was snapping his fingers for a server. I went I over and he asked to see our “darkest red” and I knew he was talking about wine so I said “sir, this is McDonalds. The darkest red we have here is ketchup” and he had me pour him a glass of ketchup and he drank it while looking me directly in the eye.
whenever my dash accidentally goes back up to the top after i have been scrolling for awhile i get this weird sense of betrayal, and end up thinking “why tumblr, why would you do this to me, i thought we were friends!!!”
okay but imagine harry potter as a long-running tv-show though.
tenish episodes per season, spread over an entire “school year”, for seven years.
they could actually give attention to side plots and they could flesh out things that aren’t explicit in the books and if they wanted to go crazy and do a 22-episode season they could really give a life to the books that they never got.