Showing posts with label J.G. Crabitt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label J.G. Crabitt. Show all posts

Friday, December 23, 2011

CRABS at Hogwarts

The rest of the CRABS and I need to clarify a couple things about the monumental success of this Harry Potter guy.  I understand he’s “the boy who lived” and “the chosen one,” “the vanquisher of the Dark Lord” blah blah; well what about the CRABs?  We were there too!  J.K. Rowling in all her glory and genius forgot the best part of Hogwarts during this time…the CRABS.  Honestly, not only did we assisted Harry in many of his dangerous adventures, but also had a lot to do with keeping the students together during Mr. Potter’s absence and in the wake of Dumbledore’s death.  The reason why were so largely influential in the school is because we bridged the gaps between the different houses.  As we all got sorted into different houses and befriended one another in a few back to back detention sessions with Snape.  Professor Snape did not respect the fact that each of happened to be the funniest kids in his Potions class and were stealing his thunder. Let me point out that we were all funny for different reasons, too CRABS J.G. and myself (DiCrabrio) were know for our witty banter and countless spot on impressions of the most famous witches and wizards of the day.  Meanwhile Crab Pitt led the way in his classes with sarcasm laced with uncontrollable rage and animated facial expressions and Len was more laughed at then laughed with and Snape really just hated his guts right off the bat. 
Back to the point, the rest of the CRABS and myself were all sorted into different houses, so each of us had something different to bring to the table and we had a strong following around the school, but also a lot of enemies who didn’t believe in intermingling betwixt the different houses. J.G., as you would likely imagine, was told by the sorting hat that he would do best in SLYTHERIN and that he was destined for great things.  For me, the patchy hat informed that my chivalric nature and bravery in heart would lead me to success in GRYFFINDOR.  The sorting hat was barely placed on Crab Pitt’s head before it shouted RAVENCLAW.  His focus on learning and his quick witted mind were unmatched by none other than Hermione Granger in our year. However the sorting hat keyed in on his wisdom when placing him in RAVENCLAW and I don’t think any would disagree.  Last but most certainly least Len, was told by the sorting hat that HUFFLEPUFF would best suit his just and loyal ways. In other words Len isn’t the brightest crayon in the magical box, if ya catch my drift.   
As this was just an introduction to the CRABS in their wizarding youth, there will be many posts to follow this one that will juxtapose the tales of Harry Potter.  Our narration will provide the readers of the wondrous series with another take on the situations which took place in Hogwarts and a closer look at the CRABS in their wizarding youth, mere rooks compared to the masters you all now know and love.  The short stories will all link together and will be able to be found on CRAB BLOG and on the HOGWARTS page once it is developed.  The first featured short tale will be entitled "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's CRABS." 
Keep it Real CRABBY Lovers 2nd CRAB to the right and on till morning.
-DiCrabs Out.   

Monday, July 18, 2011

Hey..

Crab Blog Nation, I would first like to apologize for my long absence from my posting duties.  These three days have felt like weeks and I have to say I missed you.  That being said, the reason for my absence had much to do with the state of depression the last Harry Potter film (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hollows Part 2) put me in.  Thoughts similar to that of my fellow CRAB, J.G. Crabitt, dawned on me like a stampede of angry Bidoofs; "My childhood is over and I will never have anything this good to look forward to again."

However, as I spent the last few days contemplating how absolutely boring life is going to be without having Potter to look forward to, I realized how incredibly well done the series was. As I look back the movies truly keyed in on the age the corresponding book was geared at.  I was planning on coming out tonight with an elaborate review of the Last movie, but I was unable to let myself. To do the series justice, I would like to first view the film a second time.  This way I can be more critical and more receptive to parts of the movie I may have overlooked do to my over excitement. Hopefully my fellow CRAB and good friend J.G. will assist me in a review that Hermione her self would be proud of.

Stay Crabby my Friends,
DiCrabs Out.    

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Hey Check it Out

Hey I'm a nerd and I would really like to get my hands on these bad boys.


Thats pretty much it, and I just wanted to say hi to the CRAB Nation, because I love yall and can't express that enough. Harry Potter Thursday,
J.G

Monday, July 11, 2011

Hey Remember This?

J.G. is writing ferociously as I write this post, he plans on battling Gladstone in the future.  For any of you who haven't seen this, check it out.
Have a Crabtastic voyage my friends.
DiCrabs out.

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Almost Done the Second Book: Thoughts of Power

A big thanks to J.G. Crabitt for doing the Potter post for the fourth in light of my internet ordeal. As I was reading the 2nd book today, I thought semi-deeply about powers and the glimmers of hope I have had throughout my life.

Have you ever thought to yourself, I might be a superhero? 
Well, earlier today and many times prior I observe things that maybe to the average human I believe may be in some instances invisible.  These unnatural observations have led me astray from better judgment, but sometime it feels good to say in my mind hey there’s still a shot I’m a freakin superhero.   It’s never just one occurrence it’s always a string of them.  Say I drop a sledgehammer on my foot (completely hypothetical), one would expect black and blue marks, swelling, and possibly disfiguration of a toenail.  However, this week I get away with no more than just slight discomfort, comparable to an uncomfortable pair of shoes.  So I observe this and I’m thinking dang I’m wolverine, yes!  Though sarcastic, the thought still enters my mind.  Two days pass and I am at work minding my on business when without warning my senses all begin to heighten.  Why can I see and read what the sign at the back of the store displays?  Why can I not only smell, but also decipher what customers had for dinner as they walk past?  As the night progresses my vision enhances yet again.  When I walk into my house after lights out, avoid turning on any lights as my eyes adapted instantly and I can see everything.  I close my self in a closet, just to rule out moonlight for my mind is becoming frantic with possibly super human glee.  Dreams laced with Déjà vu, fill my mind when asleep and when I wake.  I can see vapors unseen by any other.  The vapors are consistent with what I picture midi-chlorians to be; the substance of the universe or force within the Star Wars universe.  “Yes, I have finally tapped into my Jedi power,” I say to myself before my brain can stop me. 
So I can see really well and I didn’t get hurt once, give me a cape cause I’m gonna do the world some good. 


May the CRABs be with you,


DiCrabs Out.