Yeah, so i stole this link from Google, after Best Week Ever also posted it. No one ever told me we had to be original here at Pop5....

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the follwing was taken from http://the-leaky-cauldron.org/#book:7

he following things will happen, according to the timeline and practices set by other books or things Jo Rowling has said:

Harry will turn 17. He will be allowed to perform magic outside school, and obtain an Apparition license.

Harry and his friends would be in his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry - however, we don't know if he will attend class at all, or if Hogwarts will be open.

Harry will return to the Dursleys one last time.

He plans on starting his Horcrux hunt in Godric's Hollow. Ron and Hermione will accompany him, but the trio will first attend Bill and Fleur's wedding.

Seventh-year students will take NEWTs, the most difficult of wizarding tests.

The last chapter will contain details of what will happen to survivors. The last word is still "scar" (but may easily change).

There will be no Quidditch.

Harry and Ron will never read Hogwarts, A History. Never, Hermione. Ever.

There will be the final, climactic confrontation between Harry and Voldemort. (Harry's going to win, Harry's going to win, Harry's going to win...oh, sorry. That's just our opinion. Sort of. In a not-very-unlikely-opinion sort of way.)

Interview notes: We have all been obsessing about J.K. Rowling quotes for years; many of them haven't been clear on which book they reference. As there's only one book left, there are certain facts we can pull out of her interview quotes (using her Web site and Quick Quotes), which give us yet more clues as to what will happen in book seven.

The locked Ministry room may resurface. "No comment," said Jo, when TLC/MN asked her if we'd see it again.

We'll hear about Dumbledore's other letters to Petunia. Jo said, on her FAQ section:

What did Dumbledore's Howler to Aunt Petunia mean? ('Remember my last'?) ...Dumbledore is referring to his last letter, which means, of course, the letter he left upon the Dursleys' doorstep when Harry was one year old. But why then (you may well ask) did he not just say 'remember my letter?' Why did he say my last letter? Why, obviously because there were letters before that...
Now let the speculation begin, and mind you type clearly, I'll be watching...

P.S. It has been suggested that I am wrong in saying that Dumbledore's last letter was the one he left on the doorstep with baby Harry, and that he has sent a letter since then concerning Harry's illegal flight to school. However, both Dumbledore and I differentiate between letters sent to the Dursleys as a couple, and messages directed to Petunia ALONE. And that's my final word on the subject - though I doubt it will be yours :)

There is yet more to Petunia than we know. This may relate to the above, but J.K. Rowling said the following at the Edinburgh Book Festival in 2004; since it wasn't delivered upon in book six, it remains for seven: "You might have got the impression that there is a little bit more to Aunt Petunia than meets the eye, and you will find out what it is. She is not a squib, although that is a very good guess. Oh, I am giving a lot away here. I am being shockingly indiscreet. "

Umbridge will return. "It's too much fun to torture her and not have another little bit before I finish." (TLC/MN interview)

There is yet more to come about Rita Skeeter: Also at the Edinburgh Book Festival: "I actually quite like Rita. She is loathsome - morally, she's horrible - but I can't help admiring her toughness. She is very determined to do the job and there is something quite engaging about that. There is more to come on Rita."

We will discover what Dudley saw when the Dementor approached in book five. Someone asked this in the World Book Day chat; Jo said, " Ah, good question. You'll find out! "

The two-way mirror from book five will likely resurface. (World Book Day Chat)

We will find out what happened to Sirius's flying motorbike, "but the real sleuths among you might be able to guess." (World Book Day)

Krum will appear. (World Book Day)

Grindelwald as something to do with the remaining plot. (TLC/MN interview)

Sirius may appear again, though in which form is uncertain. The infamous question from the World Book Day chat read, "If we ever see Sirius again, what form will he be in?" Jo said, "I couldn't possibly answer that for fear of incriminating myself."

We will find out a little bit more about Harry's grandparents. (World Book Day)

Harry's eye color (or something about his eyes resembling his mother's) is very important to this book. (Many chats; World Book Day, most recently, but there's also this nugget from the Boston Globe from 1999: "But he has his mother's eyes and that's very important in a future book."

Wormtail's life-debt to Harry will come into play. (World Book Day.)

James and Lily Potter's professions/more about their lives will be revealed. (AOL Chat, 2000) This is "important to a future plot," as Jo revealed to Scholastic in Feb. 2000.

The gleam of triumph seen in Dumbledore's eyes at the end of book four is still enormously important. (TLC/MuggleNet Interview, July 2005, and others.)

Harry may time-travel again. Jo has said "Not telling!" to this question, usually the kind of dodge that means there's something related to it upcoming in the books. (AOL Chat, 2000)

A non-magical character will perform magic in "desperate circumstances." Jo said this would happen back in 1999, in a Barnes and Noble chat, but it has yet to occur. She said, "There is a character who does manage in desperate circumstances to do magic quite late in life, but that is very rare in the world I am writing about."

Mr. Weasley's car will appear. Jo said in a 1999 Barnes and Noble Chat, chat that we "will hear from Mr. Weasley's car again, but yet again, I'm not telling you how." Only one book left!

Snape Snape Snape, itsa Snape, alwaysa Snape... from "The Connection, 1999":

There's an important kind of redemptive pattern to Snape. He, um, there's so much I wish I could say to you, and I can't because it would ruin. I promise you, whoever asked that question, can I just say to you that I'm slightly stunned that you've said that and you'll find out why I'm so stunned if you read Book 7. That's all I'm going to say.

One of Harry's classmates will become a Hogwarts teacher. Also revealed in The Connection. C'mon, Jo, we know Neville takes over for Sprout - which means he won't die, right? Please? Please? ... Fine, be that way.

A huge piece of information is coming about Lily Potter. Also revealed in The Connection. "...you'll find out something incredibly important about her in Book 7. But I can't tell you what those things are so I'm sorry, but yes, you will find out more about her because both of them are very important in what Harry ends up having to do. "

We will find out why some witches and wizards become ghosts and some do not. (Scholastic, Feb. 2000)

The "Godric" in "Godric's Hollow" is not insignificant. Lizo conducted a four-part interview in 2000, in which the following exchange took place:

The significance of the place where Harry and his parents lived - the first name... Godric Gryffindor. Very good, you're a bit good you are aren't you. I'm impressed. You're not going to tell me but... My editor didn't, I said to her - Haven't you noticed the connection between where Harry's parents lived and one of the Hogwarts houses? And she said no, no - I'm not being rude about Emma, she's a brilliant editor, the best ever. But no she didn't pick that up either, you're a bit good you are.

And to assist you further in your clue-finding quest, here's a list of rumors J.K. Rowling has debunked recently:

Aunt Petunia is not magical, nor will she ever perform magic.

Lupin will not be back as a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacherin book seven.

Peter Pettigrew's silver hand will not be used to kill Remus Lupin.

J.K. Rowling will not write a book about Lily and James when she's done writing Harry Potter.

The Sorting Hat is not a Horcrux.

Mrs. Norris is not an unregistered Animagus.

Harry is not a Metamorphmagus.

Dumbledore is not Ron or Harry from the future.

Nicolas Flamel will not teach potions at Hogwarts.

Luna and Neville will not "hook up."

The Lestranges were not sent after Neville to kill him.

Neither Voldemort nor Dumbledore are Harry's close relatives.

Lily was never a Death Eater.

Lily Potter is not alive.

Crookshanks is not an Animagus.

Neville is not Pettigrew's son.

Lupin does not have a twin.

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The New York Times recently published an article listing 15 things that couples should ask each other before they plan to get married. Most of it was the usual stuff you would expect, but sandwiched between #2 (Do we have a clear idea of each other’s financial obligations and goals, and do our ideas about spending and saving mesh?) and #14 (If one of us were to be offered a career opportunity in a location far from the other’s family, are we prepared to move?) was one that jumped out at me:

7) Will there be a television in the bedroom?

Is this really a cause of so much contention? Is television in the bedroom a huge source of tension in relationships? Amidst all of the philosophical questions, that one struck me as funny. Maybe it is the strong opinions that this issue engenders that makes it so controversial.

By the way, my own answer is, HELL TO THE NO!

See the full list after the jump:

1) Have we discussed whether or not to have children, and if the answer is yes, who is going to be the primary care giver?

2) Do we have a clear idea of each other’s financial obligations and goals, and do our ideas about spending and saving mesh?

3) Have we discussed our expectations for how the household will be maintained, and are we in agreement on who will manage the chores?

4) Have we fully disclosed our health histories, both physical and mental?

5) Is my partner affectionate to the degree that I expect?

6) Can we comfortably and openly discuss our sexual needs, preferences and fears?

7) Will there be a television in the bedroom?

8) Do we truly listen to each other and fairly consider one another’s ideas and complaints?

9) Have we reached a clear understanding of each other’s spiritual beliefs and needs, and have we discussed when and how our children will be exposed to religious/moral education?

10) Do we like and respect each other’s friends?

11) Do we value and respect each other’s parents, and is either of us concerned about whether the parents will interfere with the relationship?

12) What does my family do that annoys you?

13) Are there some things that you and I are NOT prepared to give up in the marriage?

14) If one of us were to be offered a career opportunity in a location far from the other’s family, are we prepared to move?

15) Do each of us feel fully confident in the other’s commitment to the marriage and believe that the bond can survive whatever challenges we may face?

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Chris Hayward, 'Bullwinkle' writer
By Valerie J. Nelson
Los Angeles Times

LOS ANGELES - Chris Hayward, 81, a television writer who developed the klutzy cartoon character Dudley Do-Right and helped imbue the rest of the Rocky and Bullwinkle gang with the same sense of silliness and satire, has died.

Mr. Hayward, an Emmy winner who also helped create The Munsters for television, died of cancer Nov. 20 at his Beverly Hills home, said his wife, Linda.

Bullwinkle and his zany friends came out of the Sunset Boulevard studios of Jay Ward, who warned against underestimating television viewers and encouraged his writers to "take potshots at everything," Hayward once said.

"His philosophy was 'just write sharp stuff for yourself and the audience will get it.' It was very freeing," said Allan Burns, a Bullwinkle writer who became Mr. Hayward's writing partner.

There was no such thing as a bad pun on Rocky and His Friends, which debuted on ABC in 1959 and was renamed The Bullwinkle Show when it moved to NBC in 1961.

"The worse the better," Mr. Hayward said in a 1988 interview.

The first episode Mr. Hayward cowrote for the flying squirrel and his sidekick with the dimwitted voice was titled "Rue Britannia," according to The Moose That Roared (2000), a history of the show. When the plot required Bullwinkle to survive a week in the Abominable Manor in England, he said: "Shucks, I've been livin' in an abominable manner all my life!"

The writers' revelry in wordplay extended to other segments that filled out the half-hour show.

For the Ward studio, Mr. Hayward thought up and cowrote Fractured Flickers, a silent-film spoof that debuted in 1963. The 26 half-hour episodes scrambled silent films into new tales by reediting footage and adding dialogue. The Hunchback of Notre Dame became the story of a sappy cheerleader named Dinky Dunstan, while Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde turned into a tale about soda pop.

After leaving the studio, Burns and Mr. Hayward wanted to do a show, Burns said, "about a family that was just plain weird," in reaction to the wholesome families that populated television at the time.

By the time The Munsters debuted on CBS in 1964, the idea had been twisted to showcase an everyday family of friendly, unassuming monsters.

The Writers Guild of America intervened and the pair received monetary compensation and credit for helping to develop The Munsters, Burns said.

For their work on the CBS sitcom He & She, they received an Emmy in 1968. After writing for Get Smart (1965-70), the team split up. Burns went on to help create The Mary Tyler Moore Show in 1970.

Mr. Hayward turned to Barney Miller, an ABC series that satirized life in a police precinct house and starred Hal Linden.

Born in Bayonne, N.J., Christopher Robert Hayward moved to Los Angeles when he was 17.

In addition to his wife Linda, Hayward is survived by his children, Laurel, Victoria and Tony, from a previous marriage.

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Last Christmas an electrical in Ohio named Carson Williams synced up his house lights to a song by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra called the Wizards In Winter. His display was so popular that it caused massive traffic jams, one fender bender, and was even used in a Miller Lite Beer commercial.

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http://news.yahoo.com/s/space/20061213/sc_space/newforecastseverespacestormheadedtoearth

I like solar flares. I wish they'd happen more often.

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The internet is full of lies:

http://www.bestweekever.tv/2006/12/12/pauly-pulled-the-wease-over-our-eyes-again/

(seriously, I didn't actually go looking to find out if this was fake. I just happen to love Best Week Ever.tv...)

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Over the past weekend, I enriched my life immeasurably with two technical gadgets. First: I got a Tivo. And second: I started using Bloglines.

I have only had my Tivo for four days, but I already have an unhealthy amount of affection for it. I can watch whatever I want whenever I want, I can schedule it over the internet, and it records me programs it thinks I might like - so far, pretty unsuccessfully. The only thing I am disappointed about is that the Tivo-to-Go feature, by which you can transfer Tivo-recorded programs to your computer to watch and burn, is currently only working with Windows and not Mac - although a quick Google search says that there may be some "extra-curricular" ways of getting around that.

Bloglines is a pretty awesome RSS aggregator, and since I know I am not addressing an entirely tech-savvy audience, I will explain that it lets you subscribe to receive updates from sites that are updated regularly - most notably, news sites and blogs, like our beloved Pop5. I was half-heartedly getting RSS feeds through Yahoo, but I didn't really like the interface or the options. With Bloglines, all of these things are customizable. You can even add a "Subscribe with Bloglines" button to your browser, to click when you are on a site you want to subscribe to. The upside is that I am finding fun, new little corners of the internet. The downside (possibly for you) is that now I feel the urge to share!

Guess who's promoting medical marijuana??

This is not just a good idea - this is an AWESOME idea.

NY Times film critic Manohla Dargis reviews David Lynch's Inland Empire, which, she says "isn't a film to love," but is "one of the few films I’ve seen this year that deserves to be called art." Who's in?

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Why hasn't this happened sooner?

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Here's a great gallery of Scary Santas and the children they terrify...

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So, I already knew that Santa wasn't real by the time everyone else was ready to admit it. This is not that kind of story, although I will say that, for whatever reason, I was too slow to admit that I knew the Easter Bunny was fake, for I recall being harshly mocked by one of my childhood friends/tormentors about still believing in him. But I have already digressed....

It was 5 a.m. and Christmas was already ruined.

I checked the tags on the presents. They were all for me. I looked upstairs. Nothing. I looked in the laundry room, behind the couch, in the room with the presents for the relatives who would be by later. Nope. I looked at my gifts again. Still nothing. There was only one pile of presents, and none of them were for my sister.

My mother would tell us a story every so often that her friends next door, when she was a kid, got coal for Christmas. But it wasn't because they misbehaved or lied or failed to eat their dinner. It was because they were poor. My mom's family was poor, too (4 kids and a drunk father who left eventually), but all they ever suffered through was Velveeta Mac n' 'cheese' and rabbit's from the back yard passed off as chicken. My mother thought it was really unfair that her neighbor's parents were so cruel that they told their kids they were too bad for presents instead of just giving them something. So, I knew my sister had to have been really awful to get nothing -- not EVEN coal.

Life in Roskos-ville was not all terrible, but Corrin was in trouble a lot, often for small things (the spoonful of moldy peanut butter that had ripened and grown ants in her dresser drawer) and big things (coming home at 1 a.m. and blasting her radio. her room was next to my parents'). But I had thought that this year she had behaved according to the awkward but mostly achievable standards my parents had expected. She had a polite boyfriend, Andy, whom she had met through Youth Group (some creepy Christian cult thing for teenagers who have urges to do bad things). Andy didn't wear black eyeliner or longsleeves to cover up the multiple cuts on his wrists. He didn't scream things like "Feel the pain!" before biting people on the shoulders or legs. These were all things the other friends and boyfriends did, the ones who weren't invited back after the first time they were barely invited in. So, I thought Andy was a good influence and that he was keeping Corrin out of trouble. Or at least helping her create the 'illusion of good behavior' (oh, if that's not a book title, I don't know what is!).

So, on that dark Christmas morning I sat and thought, quite deeply, about how angry and disappointed my parents would have to be with Corrin to have shut her out of Christmas completely. This was THE holiday in our house. It was just one or two years previous that we had gotten up at six o'clock and our mother told us to go back to sleep and wait until seven. At 6:59 my mother was banging on our doors scolding us (with a smile) for sleeping so late. She was just as excited as us (my father, much less so. Holidays during his childhood were all gray sweaters and silent nods of approval.)

We didn't celebrate anything with the same enthusiasm as the re-scheduled birth of the Lord of Christians/pagan winter festivals. My dad, who was Catholic, seemed annoyed that my grandmother forced us to go to church before opening presents every Christmas Eve rather than just allowing everyone to eat and be merry (the drinking is handled by certain members of my family. the rest of us can only sit back and watch the chaos). Christmas just comes down to giving presents for us. Sue us for our consumerism! You'd lose because my mother, my sister, and I have all made our own Christmas gifts many, many times. But we've also spent our fair share of cold hard cash to get the gift with the best story. As we've gotten older, the gift giving becomes more about the silly story than the actual gift. even if the silliness is unintentional. A few years ago I bought my father a 'golf range finder' from Radio Shack. It was a cheap piece of shit that allowed you to estimate the distance of the green. Well, when my dad opened the box to test it out he discovered that the box was empty. I had purchased the box belonging to the display copy! We laughed and laughed. And of course, by the time I got back to the Shack, they had none left. This year, I bought him another one. I'm going to check the box as soon as it arrives.

When I was in Elementary school I would get $25 from my mom to buy her and my dad and my sister Christmas presents at the school holiday bazaar. This usually resulted in many, many cheaply made crafts, some imported from China, others glued together by wanna-be artists who had abandoned their craft to squeeze out kids and marry men with wiry hair on the backs of their necks. I used to get so excited about the gifts, though, that I'd try to give them long before the big day. I remember working very hard to wrap a tiny panda pin. The result was more tape than paper. And the next day I was pleading with my mom to open it. We Roskos-folk have some weird thing about giving people gifts, which makes Christmas a lot more fun. Strangely, birthdays are never as amusing. Perhaps because on Christmas, everyone get something.

All of this is comforting now, but on that one Christmas morning there were some serious issues. What was my sister going to do, just sit there and watch? I'm sure she'd be disappointed, even though she might be getting 'too old' for Christmas, the way that I got 'too old' for Halloween my second year in college (probably because I went trick-or-treating with a costume made of gorilla gloves and a torn flannel shirt. I didn't plan on dressing as the 'mad masturbator,' but I think I did).

Instead of torturing myself, I went back up to sleep and waited for my mother to wake me up. Maybe she wasn't done putting the gifts out. Maybe. I figured if Corrin woke up and saw there were no presents for her, things might get sorted out and I could come down and join them after the awkwardness. Much of my adolescence would actually become a variation on this plan -- avoid the chaos, keep the peace, make no trouble.

But this Christmas was simply a false alarm. As it turned out, my sister had come home late on Christmas Eve with Andy and my mom had already put the gifts out. They opened stuff together and Corrin had brought her stuff up to her room. It was a simple enough explanation, but the conclusions I jumped to seemed so reasonable. We all had a good laugh at my -- and my sister's -- expense. "You thought she was so bad she didn't get anything?" The very fact I believed this was a bit insulting to Corrin, even though she would later tell me that the image of me panicking in the early morning light of the Christmas tree was pricelessly pathetic. "You know we'd never do that!" My mother explained, herself a bit insulted that I'd accuse her of such cruelty. "Haven't I ever told you about the kids who lived next door to me?" She had. But she did again and we all felt better knowing there were people out there who really had screwed up Christmas for their kids.

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Saw this link on another blog (that of Frank Wilson, the Inquirer's book editor, in fact) and it got me to thinking. I've long held the theory that pretty girls don't develop much of a personality because, frankly, they don't need to. It's the girls like me, who spent most of puberty and adolescence hidden behind scrawy, underdeveloped bodies, thick eyeglasses or books who developed personalities because being good company to oneself was the only way to survive. That and the only way to get boys to even be seen with us was to find common ground with them.
Since none of the pretty, popular girls had a need to be into good music, sports, comic books, D&D or any other boys' domains, we could, armed with those interests, slip right in as friends. Boys are much less judgemental about looks when it comes to their friends than girls are. How many cute boys had geeky friends, versus how many pretty, popular girls had ugly friends? The boys I knew as a kid were far more accepting of me and my thick glasses, tomboy ways and voracious love of books, cartoons and Bruce Springsteen than any girls I knew.
The funny comes in because in order to hang with the boys, I had to be funny. That is the one thing most guys DO value most in their friendships. How many friends, guys, do you have that you DON'T consider funny in some way? Probably not many. Ask most women the same question, and you'll get a very different answer.
So I take exception with Hitchens' theory that women aren't funny unless they're hefty, dikey or Jewish, since I am none of the three and never have been, and I think I'm pretty damn funny. And most women think bearing children is funny as hell; just ask any of my mommy friends who've told me hair-raising yet hilarious stories of episiotemies, crapping during childbirth and post-birth sex.
Tell me what you think. Laura and Vicki, I'm interested to hear your theories on women and whether or not we're funny. Were you geeky girls like me who gravitated toward boys as friends? Or did you have girls as friends growing up, and if so, what were they like?

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http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2006/olympics/12/05/bc.as.spt.ath.australia.johnson.ap/index.html

How funny is it that Johnson openly admits, all the time, that he used steroids, but he's annoyed that he got caught for the one he didn't happen to be doing? I mean, I'd be annoyed too, but the fact remains that he was using banned substances and was stripped of his win and his record. So, what is he looking to do? Just discredit Carl Lewis? He can't think that he'd win back his medal. Plus, would there really be an investigation this far after the fact? probably not. It would end up being Ben Johnson & a footballer's words against Carl Lewis's. Did Lewis ever test positive at any point? It's so hard to keep track these days...

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I suggest you visit John Waters' Myspace page & listen to the song "Here Comes Fatty Claus" to get into the holiday spirit!

And, as an added point of discussion (even though only two or three people ever respond to these kinds of questions), what is your least favorite and/or most memorable Christmas gift ever?

My least favorite: This is a tough one. i can't really remember any gifts that I got that I would call my 'least favorite,' though i'm sure i got plenty (when you're a kid clothes are always boring, but that's not fun for a post like this). There are two that come to mind. first: a soup bowl with a soup spoon. The spoon was ceramic, like the bowl. It was the kind of spoon you might get at Elena Woo's with your egg-drop soup. (I wouldn't get it because I don't get soup at Chinese food restaurants.) You know the kind of spoon -- it has a channel all the way up the stem for some odd reason, and this often results in your thumb getting souped-on. I was told that I was too old for toys and thus i got a soup bowl. I was 17. I've never liked soup. (My parents were not the ones who got this for me, though the relative who did get it for me meant well. I think.)

The other gift was an Indiana Jones adventure pack. It was a khaki vest, canteen, and belt. There may have been a compass, too. I think I was 15 when I got it. the vest was small, as was the belt. I really think I would have rather had a soup bowl.

Oh! One more: a canvas vest-jacket, 'like that Kirk Cameron wears' (my memory says that this is actually what my grandmother said when i opened it. KIRK CAMERON!)

My most memorable: my first and only electric guitar. It was a white yamaha. I was very sad, though, because i didn't get a cord to plug the guitar into the amp. So, i was forced to wait to rock out. Fortunately, my dad dug out some old-school, gray cables that he had in with his stereo equipment. So, by the afternoon I had the gain knob turned up and was making all sorts of noise! I spent the rest of the year mastering metallica's solos. and by 'mastering' i simply mean 'barely sounding like.' Eventually my sister put her art skills to work by drawing abstract designs with a permanent marker all over it. If I had become a famous musician, this is what I would donate to the rock and roll hall of fame. Instead, it ended up in the trash last year. As it turns out, Yamaha makes crappy guitars. But damn if it didn't ROCK for a twelve-year-old with minimal skills....

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Evan's latest post reminded me of this 911 call from a Soccer mom calling the police cause Burger King won't make her burger her way....

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