Dunno if anyone else is obsessing as much as I am about the last book in the Harry Potter series, due out on Saturday, but I came across this bit of funny today that I thought I'd share, just in case you are. There are no spoilers of any kind for Book Seven in it, so breathe. Again.

Money shot: "Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore," said Cedric. "Killing students by criminal negligence since 1943."

Warning -- it's not kind to Dumbledore. At all.

An interesting discussion here, following James Nicoll's links to two distinct positions on the issue of fanfiction, one from Cory Doctorow, and one not. Leaving aside my own current monumental obsession, I just wanna go on the record as saying, if anyone ever wants to use my characters, stories or (as yet unpublished) novels as fodder for tales of their own, well . . . that would be soooooo cool.

And wicked awesome, too.

. . . over Harry Potter fan fiction the last couple days. How bad could it be? I wondered.

Oh, the shame! The angst. The flagellations, self and otherwise. Not to mention the split infinitives, the Hermione Sues, Harry Stus, meeeeellions and meeellions of exclamation points, and AD/LV slash.

My eyes, my eyes!

I started by looking at fan fiction of other books, after finishing the next to most recent Jim Butcher tale, and eagerly awaiting my turn for the next one from the library. But Harry Dresden doesn't seem nearly as popular . . . or at least, his fans are not as prolific.

Only 2000+ pages of selections left to go through.