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    <title>filmography @ 2008-01-28T23:13:00</title>
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    <content type="html">Right. I know that, timing-wise, perhaps this seems grossly inappropriate and ill-timed but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY IS THEIR FAKE BLOOD AND WINE ALL OVER LADY MACBETH'S WHITE DRESS? WHY? WHY NOT THE RED DRESS? I COULD HAVE HANDLED THE RED DRESS! THIS IS THE BEGINNING, ISN'T IT?! AND NOW I FEEL DIZZY AND I'M PROBABLY COMING DOWN WITH A COLD, BUT WHERE IS THE DAGGER?! THAT WAS SPECIAL-ORDERED IN AND &lt;i&gt;WHERE IS IT?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>May 16, 1997</title>
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    <content type="html">I hate sitting around not doing anything. The memorial service was...I don't know. Nice, I guess. It just feels inadequate. And I get that Dumbledore wasn't my dad or my best friend or even the Professor that "inspired me" to be "better than I am" or what-the-fuck-ever. But he was this presence, you know? And for that to be snuffed out prematurely, how do you deal with the scope and magnitude of that in one ceremony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this journal entry had a point. I was watching the media coverage today and when I went for a walk I noticed all the press, practically frothing at the mouth for a glimpse of our grief and what have you. It made me think about how I'd want to be represented in death -- definitely not with 24/7 coverage on the BBC news. Unless everyone was telling funny stories about me. Happy things. Not posting segments on "Draco Malfoy: When Platinum Blondes Go Bad" (I am making this up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point. I was thinking of putting together a little documentary -- something small. Maybe some old archived footage (I did a hilarious little movie in tenth year on Dumbledore, and he let me follow him around for a day), but mostly I'd like to have anyone who has a story -- preferably a funny one -- let me interview on film. We'll put it together, remember him the way he ought to be remembered. And I don't know, maybe the news will play that instead of updates on Fuckwit Malfoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In less pressing matters, my dad's being a twat and threatened to pull me permanantly. I told him to shove it, but I don't know. He's such an asshole.</content>
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