I've never danced in the Pan Pacific Grand Prison

But I did dance in a Holiday Inn.  Smart huh?  Why so serious.  It has come to my attention that the general opinion towards my blog is one of disdain and uncouthness.  But you know what?  I'm going to take that disdain and uncouthness and I'm going to take it and roll it into a ball and neutralize it and throw it back to you in the form of a positive ball of positivity.  And you'll be like "SHAZAZZMATTAZZ!"  The point is that if there were no Harry Potter, would the face of children's literature be JK Rowling?  No, it'd be NK Stouffer for coming up with Muggles in the first place.  Take that JK Frauwdling.  The best part in the first Harry Potter movie was, let see, it was, hold on a sec, lets see...hold on, one more second, it was, hmmm, one sec, lemme see, it was.  I guess there wasn't a good part in that movie or any movie ever made except for Red Sonya.  But I'm told that all the rest of the movies are action packed and feature packed with muggles and muggbloods, giants and geeks, magic and materia.  All that matters is that if Harry Potter met Conan in a red room with black walls and white curtains and pink drapes and a purple door and orange window treatments and teal carpet and paisley wainscoting and mauve ceiling and green furniture and periwinkle afgan and yellow rug and grey trim, they'd both die from color inhalation.