I’m not one to complain if you give me an awful Christmas present (well, not to your face). Hell, I’m thankful to even get gifts in the first place, as I know there are many in the world who are less fortunate than I. And I know that the giver of this gift (my dad, bless his heart) had nothing but good intentions when he purchased it; and since I love Harry Potter, he was certainly on the right track. And to his credit, the terribleness is in no way obvious at first or even second glance.
But oh, girl.
Here is what the cover looks like:
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 12-month 2012 Calendar, is what it says. So I can expect a world of dark whimsy, full of the characters I love, in many fantastical and colorful situations, and with a useful calendar to boot, right?
“HAHAHA SUCK IT YOU SUCKAAA!” is the calendar’s response to this.
For one thing, this glorified pile of kindling is barely a calendar. I give you January:
Yep, there it is, in the bottom left corner: a 1.5″x3″ box of numbers that in some infinitesimal way resembles a calendar. Oh, did you want holidays? Well there they are under the dates, in an ever-so-helpful list form. What day does the the first day of summer fall on? I sure as hell don’t know, but I do know that it’s sometime between Father’s Day and St. Jean Baptiste Day (Quebec)!
Inability to live up to the very definition of “calendar” notwithstanding, the crimes continue. Let’s move on to the photos, shall we? On to those wonderful characters I love so much! Why, there’s Harry! And Ron! And Draco! And…okay, Harry again…well, that’s to be expected, it’s his series…and more Ron! And more Draco. Wait a minute…
That’s right. This calendar is Harry, Ron, and Draco ONLY. And with barely a difference in costumes, poses or facial expressions between them. You hear that, ladies? All your favorites, in one fabulous pinup! So let’s go on a tour. Take it away, January Harry!
I was going to chuck this thing into the garbage for all the rats to laugh at, but now I think I’ll keep it, so that the sexy men of Harry Potter may glare their angsty joy at me all year round. And lest you feel bad for my dad for providing the source of all this mockery – especially since he occasionally reads this blog – rest assured that his other gift, a Simpsons calendar (because who doesn’t need multiple calendars?), is well in use. And I did get some decent other stuff – including a trapeze lesson, which, like this calendar, will also most likely result in some disturbing photos that I will foist upon you all.
Anyone else receive a real clunker over the holidays?