Harry-ette Potter...the librarian who lived

Yeah.

That's me. I've got a Harry Potter-esque (Zorro-esque) (Superwoman-esque) sutured laceration on my forehead right now. People keep saying "That's one serious scar!" but the fact is, it ain't a scar yet people. Scars are what you end up with, not what you have in the beginning!

Let me illuminate the confuzzled murk of your mind by linking you to the following:

A previously posted blog post in which a picture illustrated what the heck I'm talking about in this blog post

On that note, I'm going to fly off into the sunset (or the pre-sunset, since the sun is currently still up, albeit totally obscured by threatening grey cloud) with my fancy blue cape and try and figure out how I'm going to get away with wearing a pair of bright red underwear over a pair of bright blue tights tomorrow...at work.

Librarian by day...superhero by night

"Too Goodwin!" her colleague cried out, gaping at the computer screen.

"Oh heck, that's just Badwin!" Liz Rary responded.

"Joanna Rustly...!" The colleague dissolved into helpless gales of laughter.

"You're kidding?"

The colleague wiped at her eyes, shoulders shaking. "Just reminds me of a boat...you know, rustling in the wind."

Liz Rary frowned. "Do boats rustle?" She peered around her own computer screen at a second colleague. "Hey, do boats rustle?"

Third colleague thought about it for a moment. "Hmm...don't think so."

"Hey, wait! This guy's name is Dennis Dennis! I'm not even kidding!"

"Dennis Dennis?"

"Yep!"

"He could so totally be Arch Nemesis."

"No, it's Archie Nemesis, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah - Archie Nemesis. Ordinary guy by day, super villain by night!"

"To match me, you mean?"

"Yep. Elizabeth Rary, librarian by day...superhero by night!"

"So Badwin..."