A gelatinous cube of fury

I finally seem to have shaken the jet lag that left me fairly well in a catatonic stupor for the last few days (I've even booked my first job for 2007 already, and made plans to see someone dear); now, off to Massachusetts, to see family. We're definitely at mile 21 of the holiday season; Christmas, then New Year's at Casa del J (yay!), then, peace and quiet. (This is why, on the rare occasions when I hold a birthday party, it's usually in February or thereabouts; six days before Christmas is not the time for Yet Another Occasion to be Dealt With.) In closing, I offer this page from the HP lexicon, which helps make the title of Book Seven make a bit more sense, at least. Happy holidays!