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Brazil Vlog, Anyone?

Saturday, April 28th, 2012 | Author: Adam

Hey folks! In a matter of hours I (Adam) will begin my gruelling 20-hour voyage to Sao Paulo, Brazil for 3 weeks! I thought it would be interesting to video-log certain aspects of my trip on the website with you guys! I’ll be posting some Youtube on here soon. You will also be able to check the Facebook group for updates and videos. :)


Happy birthday, Adam!

Saturday, January 07th, 2012 | Author: Heather

Hem, hem! Today we celebrate the coming of age of an extraordinary wizard. Though still young, this wizard has already achieved more than many people three times his age. He has forged lasting relationships across unfathomable distances, formed a community of literary discussion and enlightenment, proved his dedication to his creative endeavors through the darkest of times, danced with a Hagrid wig on his head (except I wasn’t supposed to tell you that), and created one of the best and most interactive podcasts in the Harry Potter fandom. That’s right, everyone. Today Adam turns 19.

Since Adam is Canadian and they are rather silly up there, he is finally a legal adult. So I have compiled a list of things he should do now that he no longer has the Trace on him.

1.) Cook a meal with magic. You’re an adult so you should learn how to cook and since you’re a wizard in muggle guise you might as well at least try to boil the water for your Kraft Dinner with your wand.

2.) Go to the Hog’s Head and order a fire whiskey. It’s always good to drink with a goat.

3.) Get into a fight with the Prime Minister in your living room.

4.) Embark on an insane camping trip with two of your best friends searching for the scattered bits of your arch enemy’s soul hidden in ancient artifacts.

5.) While you’re on this camping trip you might as well team up with a goblin and rob a bank. (*DISCLAIMER*: I am kidding. The Potter Pensieve Podcast does not condone such criminal actions. Do not go tell your parents that you’re off to infiltrate a bank because Heather from the PPP told you to.)

6.) Bail me out of jail when I’m accused of encouraging theft by people who didn’t read the disclaimer above.

7.) Jump into a pool of frozen water before taking off an evil necklace that is obviously going to choke you.

8.) Eat mushrooms that your friend who knows little about horticulture deems edible enough.

9.) Go chasing after objects from fairy tales on very little evidence that they might exists.

10.) Sneak into your old school where you know your enemies are waiting.

Wow. Okay. Um, maybe it’s best if you don’t follow Harry Potter’s example in everything. I think it’d be in the everyone’s best interest if you just ate cake with a few friends and left the insane adventures to fictional wizards. But anyway, to my fellow founder and best friend, happy birthday. From all of us here in the Pensieve, we hope your day is magical.

If you want to give Adam a present for his birthday, get your guesses in for the New Year’s Challenge. You have until midnight tonight, Pacific Standard Time. That’s 13 hours so hurry. You don’t want to miss your chance!


Poetry Anyone?

Monday, January 31st, 2011 | Author: Adam

If you’ve listened to episode 14, then you may recall a story that I told about winning first place for a poetry contest. I, being the poet that I am…(snort!)…have decided to post the poem upon the request of a few podcast listeners. Well…here it is…my 20-minute prodigy creation!




The Man From the Alley

I must recall the numerous times,

I’ve seen the man sit there, a hat full of dimes

With an unshaven face, and dirty ragged clothes

And beneath two sad eyes, a round bulbous nose

He sits on the sidewalk, lonely and cold

So hungry and empty, with no one to hold

As people pass by, unwilling to give

He slumps at the corner of the alley where he lives

I watch as he sighs, and shakes his head sadly

He shivers as he stands, he limps very badly

With tottering steps, he’s coughing and spluttering

Groans to himself, and confused bits of muttering

His face is so scrawny and pale like the dead

He sits and he stretches on his musty paper bed

I can tell he is ill, he’s beginning to fade

But no one wants to comfort him or come to his aid

In a moment he sees me, stares straight at my eyes

I jump, for I’m startled and taken by surprise

Sympathy fills me, right to the brim

I wonder what he thinks of me, as I do of him

He winks and smiles his toothless black grin

And I’m filled with warmth, a reassurance from within

It is then that I notice, from behind those sad eyes

That unshaven face so scrawny in size

A flicker of hope and happiness serene,

Of joy and laughter, remnants of what had once been

I turn my attention from the alley so still

Knowing that I can help, and help him I will.