I do not recall where I found this blog about being quirky in Iceland. I do not even look at it very often. But after reading this polar bear post, I might come back to check it out a little more frequently. Harry Potter has nothing compared to an old man with a dream, global warming (unmentioned, but there none-the-less) , three polar bears and two girls named Karen.

And I should know, having just obsessively re-read the entire Potter series. I couldn't remember who killed Dumbledore and it was, well killing me.