under the blanket

I know it sounds callous of me, but it must be a particularly slow day in the newsroom when the deaths of the Iranian Siamese twins is the top story on all the networks here. I mean, the odds weren't that good to start with. But I must admit I was half-expecting a "triumph of the indomitable human spirit and marvels of modern medicine" type of story.

In other non-related news, I finished reading the latest Harry Potter in three nights and developed serious biceps and triceps from the pure weight of that immense tome. Now, why is it I didn't shed a single tear when I heard that the twins died, but got all bleary eyed over the demise of an imaginary character in a book about a teenaged wizard?