I'm recovering from the ending of LOST.
The reason I'm writing about this is not to talk about my feelings about the last episode, but I'll start by getting that out of the way. I really liked the last episode. It was epic, moving, and everything we've come to expect from the show.
But I'm more interested in talking about the artistic and storytelling choices made by the writers.
**Spoiler Alert**
I don't have a direct quote, but Stephen King once said that it's really difficult to spend 500 pages making people care about a character only to kill him in the end.
I gotta say, the LOST ending was risky. The emotional moment between Jack and his father, and the reveal that the whole lot of them are dead made the impact on my that I'm sure the creators were hoping for. But what really sticks with me is the final series of shots. Of Jack laying on the same jungle floor where he first regained consciousness after the crash of Oceanic 815. The pan shot of the wreckage. The implication that there were no survivors. Ever.
The artistic style there was incredible, and heartbreaking.
The writers have always been incredible storytellers, and to choose a 6th Sense style ending took guts.
I'm not going to pretend that I understand everything. I don't know whether the events on the island happened and they all died at a later time, or if there truly were no survivors of Oceanic 815, and the events on the island all happened between the opening and closing of Jacks eye (as I believe the symbolism implies). But I do know that after six seasons, it'll be hard going back and watching this show knowing that the ending is so grim.
But I'll take comfort in the knowledge that, even though they're all dead, John Locke did walk again. Ben Linus found forgiveness. Sayid Jarrah found Shannon again. Claire Littleton was reunited with baby Aaron. Richard Alpert was finally set free. And Jack Shepherd made peace with his dad.
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, April 4, 2010
A Satirical Monologue, By Cheryl
Here's a satirical monologue I wrote recently. I decided to post it here, because isn't the idea of a blog to spread the word about what you're doing? I'm going to start posting my work here often.
So, read it. If you like it, please send the link to a friend! Love you all!
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Something that annoys me more than almost anything in the world is when grocery store cashiers ask for money for charity.
It's not that I'm opposed to charity; I dedicate much of my life to activism, and charity is no small part of the work I do. How many times have I driven my seventeen-year-old daughter to the Petro Canada to participate in her soccerteam 's fund raising car wash weekends? Just last week, I drove her. It was the hottest day of the summer so far, and the air conditioning in my car has been on the fritz. I thought I would die from the heat, but I still drove her, didn't I? And while we're on the topic of my own personal contributions to the betterment of the world, I think my strongly worded letter to the town officials, who cut back on park funding resulting in the cancellation of the plans for the goldfish pond installation in Heritage Park, is also worth noting. So, of course I support worthwhile causes. I just believe that there is a time and a place for charity.
Grocery store cashiers asking for money is a different issue entirely. by asking each and every customer who comes through their store for money to support a charity, the store is assuming that everyone can afford to make the donation. Right now the world is struggling to recover from a massive recession. Unemployment statistics are still alarmingly high. Some people have had to sell things of value. My own brother, who was laid off from the Honda factory a few months back, was forced to sell his entire collection of Fraggle Rock toys from McDonalds, and he's been collecting them since 1982. So, as you can see, while a two dollar donation to the Heart and Stroke Foundation might seem like a small sacrifice to most of us, there are many people in our communities who are struggling to feed their families, and even a small donation is just not possible for them.
Think about how much money two dollars actually is. For two dollars, one could buy a two litre bottle of Coke Zero. Or a Snickers bar. Or a box of those great low calorie Crystal Light flavour mixes to add to bottled water. Or, in a really desperate situation, one could stand on the curb outside the store and use the toonie to bum a cigarette from a kind passer-by. Two dollars is a ton of money.
And now that I've pointed these issues out, it's clear to see that it takes nerve for cashiers to ask customers, many of whom are unemployed, for money for charity. So, what's the result? Unintentionally, those who can't afford to give are made to feel uncomfortable, or even embarrassed, while their crime is nothing more than trying to shop for food in peace. To just scoot into the store, buy their orange cranberry muffins and Perrier, and return to the safety of their own homes, away from the prying, judgmental eyes of the public.
In addition, not everyone manages to buy everything they need for the coming week in a single shopping trip. One person might visit a store many times during a single campaign, and be asked for a donation each time.
I'm a busy person. My job, at the risk of sounding slightly immodest, is incredibly important. If I weren't there to greet the Wal-Mart customers and hand out carts to people in need...well, disaster could follow. I spend all day working hard, and I rarely think to make a shopping list before going to the grocery store. The result, sadly, is repeat trips to Sobeys. When a checkout campaign is happening, I am often asked for donations several times. And while the donations are often only two or three dollars, how many times should I be expected to donate to Easter Seals before it becomes too much to ask? Am I an awful person for not wanting to spend two extra dollars each time I forget the Oreos and have to return to the store? To look at this logically, a two dollar bag of Oreos cost four dollars to someone who is forced into a charitable donation as a result of the purchase.
Don't even get me started talking about Girl Guides, hockey teams, and Cadets. They congregate in front of the stores, selling eight dollar boxes of cookies, or hot dogs, or apples. Saying no to these kids makes a person look like a world class jerk, but for an unemployed person, eight dollars would likely be considered too much to spend on a box of cookies. No to mention that kids are spoiled rotten nowadays. The last Girl Guide who tried to sell me a box of cookies told me that they were fund raising to subsidize a trip to Europe. When I was a Girl Guide we went camping in my friend's back yard. And we didn't need to sell cookies in order to afford it. Needless to say, I didn't buy any cookies from the jet setting Girl Guides.
Cadets aren't as difficult to avoid as the other beggars. They give out those cardboard tags that you're supposed to carry around to show that you've already given, so that the next group of Cadets won't ask the same people to give again. I keep one of those tags in my glove compartment, and take it out when I see the Cadets standing outside the stores ready to pounce.
The problem is, aside from Cadets, money grubbers in stores are much more difficult to avoid than homeless people who ask for money on the street, or squeegee kids who come to your car window. At least with homeless people I can cross the street and walk on the other side. With Squeegee Kids, I can rev my engine and pretend I'm going to try to run them down (and let me tell you, the little buggers can move pretty quick given the proper motivation!) . Girl Guides are surprisingly aggressive little bitches. They'll get in a person's face.
Undoubtedly, the overall intention of charity is good. As I've said, I work hard to support charity. But there's a time and a place for it, and I refuse to give to charities that try to force people to give at grocery stores. By singling people out this way, in many cases these organizations may be doing just as much harm in a community as good.
So, read it. If you like it, please send the link to a friend! Love you all!
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Something that annoys me more than almost anything in the world is when grocery store cashiers ask for money for charity.
It's not that I'm opposed to charity; I dedicate much of my life to activism, and charity is no small part of the work I do. How many times have I driven my seventeen-year-old daughter to the Petro Canada to participate in her soccer
Grocery store cashiers asking for money is a different issue entirely. by asking each and every customer who comes through their store for money to support a charity, the store is assuming that everyone can afford to make the donation. Right now the world is struggling to recover from a massive recession. Unemployment statistics are still alarmingly high. Some people have had to sell things of value. My own brother, who was laid off from the Honda factory a few months back, was forced to sell his entire collection of Fraggle Rock toys from McDonalds, and he's been collecting them since 1982. So, as you can see, while a two dollar donation to the Heart and Stroke Foundation might seem like a small sacrifice to most of us, there are many people in our communities who are struggling to feed their families, and even a small donation is just not possible for them.
Think about how much money two dollars actually is. For two dollars, one could buy a two litre bottle of Coke Zero. Or a Snickers bar. Or a box of those great low calorie Crystal Light flavour mixes to add to bottled water. Or, in a really desperate situation, one could stand on the curb outside the store and use the toonie to bum a cigarette from a kind passer-by. Two dollars is a ton of money.
And now that I've pointed these issues out, it's clear to see that it takes nerve for cashiers to ask customers, many of whom are unemployed, for money for charity. So, what's the result? Unintentionally, those who can't afford to give are made to feel uncomfortable, or even embarrassed, while their crime is nothing more than trying to shop for food in peace. To just scoot into the store, buy their orange cranberry muffins and Perrier, and return to the safety of their own homes, away from the prying, judgmental eyes of the public.
In addition, not everyone manages to buy everything they need for the coming week in a single shopping trip. One person might visit a store many times during a single campaign, and be asked for a donation each time.
I'm a busy person. My job, at the risk of sounding slightly immodest, is incredibly important. If I weren't there to greet the Wal-Mart customers and hand out carts to people in need...well, disaster could follow. I spend all day working hard, and I rarely think to make a shopping list before going to the grocery store. The result, sadly, is repeat trips to Sobeys. When a checkout campaign is happening, I am often asked for donations several times. And while the donations are often only two or three dollars, how many times should I be expected to donate to Easter Seals before it becomes too much to ask? Am I an awful person for not wanting to spend two extra dollars each time I forget the Oreos and have to return to the store? To look at this logically, a two dollar bag of Oreos cost four dollars to someone who is forced into a charitable donation as a result of the purchase.
Don't even get me started talking about Girl Guides, hockey teams, and Cadets. They congregate in front of the stores, selling eight dollar boxes of cookies, or hot dogs, or apples. Saying no to these kids makes a person look like a world class jerk, but for an unemployed person, eight dollars would likely be considered too much to spend on a box of cookies. No to mention that kids are spoiled rotten nowadays. The last Girl Guide who tried to sell me a box of cookies told me that they were fund raising to subsidize a trip to Europe. When I was a Girl Guide we went camping in my friend's back yard. And we didn't need to sell cookies in order to afford it. Needless to say, I didn't buy any cookies from the jet setting Girl Guides.
Cadets aren't as difficult to avoid as the other beggars. They give out those cardboard tags that you're supposed to carry around to show that you've already given, so that the next group of Cadets won't ask the same people to give again. I keep one of those tags in my glove compartment, and take it out when I see the Cadets standing outside the stores ready to pounce.
The problem is, aside from Cadets, money grubbers in stores are much more difficult to avoid than homeless people who ask for money on the street, or squeegee kids who come to your car window. At least with homeless people I can cross the street and walk on the other side. With Squeegee Kids, I can rev my engine and pretend I'm going to try to run them down (and let me tell you, the little buggers can move pretty quick given the proper motivation!) . Girl Guides are surprisingly aggressive little bitches. They'll get in a person's face.
Undoubtedly, the overall intention of charity is good. As I've said, I work hard to support charity. But there's a time and a place for it, and I refuse to give to charities that try to force people to give at grocery stores. By singling people out this way, in many cases these organizations may be doing just as much harm in a community as good.
Saturday, April 3, 2010
I have a super quick thing to blog about. I'll keep it short. I promise!
The non profit organization I work for is in the process of redistributing everyone into teams, so that we can each become experts in a certain field. I'm the Team Leader for Fandom Research, and tonight we had our first team meeting.
It was stressful, because we're at the very beginning of setting up a brand new area of work. It's hard to know where to start, right fresh with no existing goals. Everybody with their own expectations, but no real idea of what we're doing.
I was responsible for running the meeting, because I'm the leader. At the time, I felt like I was struggling through. I had made a list of things to talk about, of course, but I was trying to find a starting point for the group. You know? When you're about to take on a massive project, it's hard to know where to start. I felt...weird about it. Like, I wasn't sure whether or not it was going well.
After the meeting, the lovely team member who volunteered to take notes sent me the meeting minutes. As I read them, I felt WAY better about the whole situation. Looking back, the meeting was actually well organized, and we even managed to end it with a short term goal in place, as well as a slightly longer term goal! What more could I ask for?
My moment of insecurity is over. I'm back to feeling awesome again. :-)
The non profit organization I work for is in the process of redistributing everyone into teams, so that we can each become experts in a certain field. I'm the Team Leader for Fandom Research, and tonight we had our first team meeting.
It was stressful, because we're at the very beginning of setting up a brand new area of work. It's hard to know where to start, right fresh with no existing goals. Everybody with their own expectations, but no real idea of what we're doing.
I was responsible for running the meeting, because I'm the leader. At the time, I felt like I was struggling through. I had made a list of things to talk about, of course, but I was trying to find a starting point for the group. You know? When you're about to take on a massive project, it's hard to know where to start. I felt...weird about it. Like, I wasn't sure whether or not it was going well.
After the meeting, the lovely team member who volunteered to take notes sent me the meeting minutes. As I read them, I felt WAY better about the whole situation. Looking back, the meeting was actually well organized, and we even managed to end it with a short term goal in place, as well as a slightly longer term goal! What more could I ask for?
My moment of insecurity is over. I'm back to feeling awesome again. :-)
Thursday, April 1, 2010
The Greatest Place on Earth
Hello boys and girls! I'm having a lovely day!
I went for a walk this afternoon. I wore jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a vest. I nearly died from the heat! It's sooooo beautiful outside that I feel the overwhelming need to overuse my exclamation points! It was lovely!!!
As I was walking, I came to an epiphany. I live in the greatest place on earth. Here's why.
I spend at least 50% of my time in Toronto, and there are undoubtedly aspects of a huge city that I love. Like, the fact that there's often literally a coffee shop on every corner. And the fact that there are world famous buildings everywhere I look. And that the sushi restaurants are way better than the ones we have here. And the streetcars have always struck me as bizarre. I don't like to ride them (they make me a little queezy) but when I watch them go by I feel like I'm in a 1950's movie. They just seem so odd and archaic. I love that.
As I was walking down the 7th line today, it struck me that I also LOVE the peacefulness of a small town. The millions of trees, and the fresh smell (let's face it, Toronto stinks in the summer), and the grass and weeds and fields, and the elaborate gardens my neighbours put in every year. I love the traditions. I love sitting in my backyard drinking beer with friends. I love Summerfest, and look forward to it all year long. I love going to the drive-in theatre with friends, and staying there all night for the dusk-till-dawn. I love visiting my family and chatting on their back deck (they have the most beautiful back yard I've ever seen, truly). I love barbecues. I love going to the beach, and I love the fact that the water in Lake Simcoe is still clean enough to swim in. Not that I ever do.
This is the part where I come to my conclusion: Sometimes I love being in a massive city, and sometimes I love being in a small town, so where I live is the most perfect place in the world: A small town right near a massive city.
It's so simple I'm not sure why I'm bothering to write about it. I guess I'm just trying to pass some time before I go to Toronto to do some writing.
In conclusion, I'm happy to be here.
I went for a walk this afternoon. I wore jeans, a long sleeve shirt, and a vest. I nearly died from the heat! It's sooooo beautiful outside that I feel the overwhelming need to overuse my exclamation points! It was lovely!!!
As I was walking, I came to an epiphany. I live in the greatest place on earth. Here's why.
I spend at least 50% of my time in Toronto, and there are undoubtedly aspects of a huge city that I love. Like, the fact that there's often literally a coffee shop on every corner. And the fact that there are world famous buildings everywhere I look. And that the sushi restaurants are way better than the ones we have here. And the streetcars have always struck me as bizarre. I don't like to ride them (they make me a little queezy) but when I watch them go by I feel like I'm in a 1950's movie. They just seem so odd and archaic. I love that.
As I was walking down the 7th line today, it struck me that I also LOVE the peacefulness of a small town. The millions of trees, and the fresh smell (let's face it, Toronto stinks in the summer), and the grass and weeds and fields, and the elaborate gardens my neighbours put in every year. I love the traditions. I love sitting in my backyard drinking beer with friends. I love Summerfest, and look forward to it all year long. I love going to the drive-in theatre with friends, and staying there all night for the dusk-till-dawn. I love visiting my family and chatting on their back deck (they have the most beautiful back yard I've ever seen, truly). I love barbecues. I love going to the beach, and I love the fact that the water in Lake Simcoe is still clean enough to swim in. Not that I ever do.
This is the part where I come to my conclusion: Sometimes I love being in a massive city, and sometimes I love being in a small town, so where I live is the most perfect place in the world: A small town right near a massive city.
It's so simple I'm not sure why I'm bothering to write about it. I guess I'm just trying to pass some time before I go to Toronto to do some writing.
In conclusion, I'm happy to be here.
Monday, March 29, 2010
Haven't I Read This Before?
I just finished reading a book called "The Hunger Games," by Suzanne Collins. I can't praise it enough. Even though the writing style seemed a little odd to me (it's written in first person, present tense...I kind of prefer third person, past tense), the story is so captivating that I couldn't put it down.
And to think I nearly didn't buy it because the cover had a stupid shiny sticker with a recommendation from Stephanie Meyer on it! The last book I bought that she recommended was awful. I didn't even finish reading it. Not to mention that Stephanie's own work is pretty brutal itself.
Anyway, The Hunger Games was fantastic, but it occurred to me that this is a story that has been told before. As a matter of fact, Stephen King told it twice before. The first time he published a story like this, it was called The Long Walk. It's not exactly the same as The Hunger Games, but the premise is extraordinarily similar. Then, a few years later old Steve published a book called The Running Man, and that one is nearly identical to The Hunger Games. Both were published under his Richard Bachman pseudonym.
It's odd that I can enjoy a book so much when I know that the idea isn't the least bit original. It's well known that most ideas are reused, reinvented, and reworked, but this is an extreme case. Even Stephen King enjoyed it, and wrote an article recommending it in his EW column. Didn't he recognize it? Was he so drugged up in the 80's that he can't remember what he wrote back then? Or did he enjoy the book so much that he doesn't care about the close similarity?
Regardless, it's a fascinating story and I've enjoyed reading a new version of it. I can't wait to read the second book in the series. Everyone should pick up a copy, and while you're at it, read The Long Walk, and The Running Man too.
And to think I nearly didn't buy it because the cover had a stupid shiny sticker with a recommendation from Stephanie Meyer on it! The last book I bought that she recommended was awful. I didn't even finish reading it. Not to mention that Stephanie's own work is pretty brutal itself.
Anyway, The Hunger Games was fantastic, but it occurred to me that this is a story that has been told before. As a matter of fact, Stephen King told it twice before. The first time he published a story like this, it was called The Long Walk. It's not exactly the same as The Hunger Games, but the premise is extraordinarily similar. Then, a few years later old Steve published a book called The Running Man, and that one is nearly identical to The Hunger Games. Both were published under his Richard Bachman pseudonym.
It's odd that I can enjoy a book so much when I know that the idea isn't the least bit original. It's well known that most ideas are reused, reinvented, and reworked, but this is an extreme case. Even Stephen King enjoyed it, and wrote an article recommending it in his EW column. Didn't he recognize it? Was he so drugged up in the 80's that he can't remember what he wrote back then? Or did he enjoy the book so much that he doesn't care about the close similarity?
Regardless, it's a fascinating story and I've enjoyed reading a new version of it. I can't wait to read the second book in the series. Everyone should pick up a copy, and while you're at it, read The Long Walk, and The Running Man too.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Bits of my Life
I've been so busy lately, and I feel like I have nothing to write about. That doesn't make sense. Everything I've been doing is really interesting!
I've been busting my ass to pass the exams for my fight class. One of my partners is...someone who has been very difficult for me to work with, but I've been working extra hard to compensate. Yeah, this is stressful, but it's almost over.
Back to improv this past week, which is super fun. Ohhh, I have a story to tell here. I started taking improv classes at one of the other theatres in town. I did this because they have some advanced stuff that I really want to get into, but they have a policy that everyone involved at their theatre has to start at the very beginning with their 101 class. So, I'm in this class with people who have never done improv before. Let me tell you, this is doing AMAZING things for my ego. I look brilliant next to these people! Saturday we were doing an exercise where we had to establish the "who," "where," and "what" in three sentences. When I delivered my last line the entire class, including the two instructors, all said "Niiiccceeee." It was cool. Not that I'm especially genius or anything, I'm just being compared to people who are inexperienced.
I started the Comedy Writing program too. I was given homework, which was awesome. I had to write a story inspired by a photo I was given in class. It really got me writing again.
Accio Books is still going on! We're half way through now, and the Slytherin team is in second place! This is really more awesome than it sounds, because Slytherin usually holds steady in a distant last place. I've been organizing livestream events to promote the whole thing. I've been talking to awesome people in awesome bands!
Vicky is playing Mario Kart, one of the levels where you pick up the coins, and she's singing "Money, Money, Money," be ABBA. It's hilarious.
I've been busting my ass to pass the exams for my fight class. One of my partners is...someone who has been very difficult for me to work with, but I've been working extra hard to compensate. Yeah, this is stressful, but it's almost over.
Back to improv this past week, which is super fun. Ohhh, I have a story to tell here. I started taking improv classes at one of the other theatres in town. I did this because they have some advanced stuff that I really want to get into, but they have a policy that everyone involved at their theatre has to start at the very beginning with their 101 class. So, I'm in this class with people who have never done improv before. Let me tell you, this is doing AMAZING things for my ego. I look brilliant next to these people! Saturday we were doing an exercise where we had to establish the "who," "where," and "what" in three sentences. When I delivered my last line the entire class, including the two instructors, all said "Niiiccceeee." It was cool. Not that I'm especially genius or anything, I'm just being compared to people who are inexperienced.
I started the Comedy Writing program too. I was given homework, which was awesome. I had to write a story inspired by a photo I was given in class. It really got me writing again.
Accio Books is still going on! We're half way through now, and the Slytherin team is in second place! This is really more awesome than it sounds, because Slytherin usually holds steady in a distant last place. I've been organizing livestream events to promote the whole thing. I've been talking to awesome people in awesome bands!
Vicky is playing Mario Kart, one of the levels where you pick up the coins, and she's singing "Money, Money, Money," be ABBA. It's hilarious.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Cheryl, Queen of the Fairy Geeks!
For the first time ever, right here on my blog, I'm going to reveal the true extent of my geekdom. I'm not ashamed. I'm a dork. Deal.
I think by now most of my friends know that I work with an organization called the HP Alliance. The idea of the organization is to help children to understand and get passionate about important world issues by using themes from Harry Potter. Trust me, this method works. The organization managed to raise a fortune for Haiti last month. I can't remember what the final count was, but it was over a hundred thousand dollars. Even as I type it, I can't believe it. This is truly an incredible organization, lead by a guy who is talented, and knows what he's doing.
I'm currently co-leading a book drive for the HP Alliance. The project is called Accio Books! (In the near future I'll be hitting everyone I know up for a book donation, so you might as well start going through your closets and shelves now.) The books collected will benefit the Mississippi Delta. The campaign is set up like a contest. Four teams: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, all competing for the House Cup. Each team has a Head of House. Each Head of House is a celebrity - three of them are from bands, one is a famous author.
As part of this, I'm trying to put together a series of four livestream shows. Each show will have a "House Theme." For example, our head of Slytherin is Brian, on his show he will talk about why Slytherins are the AWESOMEST, and why they will, of course, win the House Cup. Same goes for the other four Heads.
The head of Hufflepuff is a young woman named Lauren Fairweather, and when I was told that she had agreed to participate, I had to admit that I didn't know who she was. Everyone I spoke to about her was SUPER enthusiastic and excited that she was jumping on board with us.
So, of course, I googled her, and I found tons of info online. She's from a band called The Moaning Myrtles, and she also is part of a video blogging project called Five Awesome Girls. Check her out.
http://www.youtube.com/fiveawesomegirls#p/u/2/ZNhjFShZ0rY
laurenfairweather.com
I spoke to her on the phone tonight, and she was very sweet and accommodating. I've spent a fair amount of time on her website, and I'm becoming a fan. Please support her, if you can.
On a side note, one of the other Heads is someone who I'm a massive fan of. Seriously massive fan. Actually, Vicky is a massive fan, too.
Excitement!
Oh, and BTW,
http://www.thehpalliance.org/
I think by now most of my friends know that I work with an organization called the HP Alliance. The idea of the organization is to help children to understand and get passionate about important world issues by using themes from Harry Potter. Trust me, this method works. The organization managed to raise a fortune for Haiti last month. I can't remember what the final count was, but it was over a hundred thousand dollars. Even as I type it, I can't believe it. This is truly an incredible organization, lead by a guy who is talented, and knows what he's doing.
I'm currently co-leading a book drive for the HP Alliance. The project is called Accio Books! (In the near future I'll be hitting everyone I know up for a book donation, so you might as well start going through your closets and shelves now.) The books collected will benefit the Mississippi Delta. The campaign is set up like a contest. Four teams: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw, all competing for the House Cup. Each team has a Head of House. Each Head of House is a celebrity - three of them are from bands, one is a famous author.
As part of this, I'm trying to put together a series of four livestream shows. Each show will have a "House Theme." For example, our head of Slytherin is Brian, on his show he will talk about why Slytherins are the AWESOMEST, and why they will, of course, win the House Cup. Same goes for the other four Heads.
The head of Hufflepuff is a young woman named Lauren Fairweather, and when I was told that she had agreed to participate, I had to admit that I didn't know who she was. Everyone I spoke to about her was SUPER enthusiastic and excited that she was jumping on board with us.
So, of course, I googled her, and I found tons of info online. She's from a band called The Moaning Myrtles, and she also is part of a video blogging project called Five Awesome Girls. Check her out.
http://www.youtube.com/fiveawesomegirls#p/u/2/ZNhjFShZ0rY
laurenfairweather.com
I spoke to her on the phone tonight, and she was very sweet and accommodating. I've spent a fair amount of time on her website, and I'm becoming a fan. Please support her, if you can.
On a side note, one of the other Heads is someone who I'm a massive fan of. Seriously massive fan. Actually, Vicky is a massive fan, too.
Excitement!
Oh, and BTW,
http://www.thehpalliance.org/
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