Curse You, Harry The Platypus.
Dec. 2nd, 2010 12:35 pmI was just trying to remember what my mental image of Snape was when I first started reading the Harry Potter books, before the films came along and replaced it with Alan Rickman, and then I realised that, although Phineas and Ferb didn't exist at the time, my Snape looked a lot like Heinz Doofenshmirtz. I don't even mean that he looked like a live-action Doofenshmirtz might; my mental images of everyone else were realistic people, but Snape was very clearly a drawing. His nose in particular was Doofenshmirtzish.
Hmmm.
Relatedly, have a handful of thoughts on the first Deathly Hallows film!
( Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part One. )
In conclusion, hooray!
Wow, it's going to be so strange when the final film comes out. The end of an era! Although I've never been very involved in the fandom, Harry Potter has been a significant influence in my life since I was ten years old.
(I've just remembered that last night, as I was going to sleep, I wandered along a line of thought approximately as follows: Why did I never really write Potter fanfiction? Maybe it's because there's too much already; it's too difficult to be original. I have to think of something nobody has written before.
What I seem to recall I came up with, as I drifted off, was doves flying out of Hermione's vagina.
In the light of day, this doesn't seem such a great idea. Look, it was half past one in the morning (unusually late for me; I had to walk home from the cinema, as the buses were all hiding from the snow). I was half-asleep. I can't be held accountable for whatever bizarre ideas my subconscious throws at me in that state.
Knowing this fandom, someone's probably written it already, anyway.)
Hmmm.
Relatedly, have a handful of thoughts on the first Deathly Hallows film!
( Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part One. )In conclusion, hooray!
Wow, it's going to be so strange when the final film comes out. The end of an era! Although I've never been very involved in the fandom, Harry Potter has been a significant influence in my life since I was ten years old.
(I've just remembered that last night, as I was going to sleep, I wandered along a line of thought approximately as follows: Why did I never really write Potter fanfiction? Maybe it's because there's too much already; it's too difficult to be original. I have to think of something nobody has written before.
What I seem to recall I came up with, as I drifted off, was doves flying out of Hermione's vagina.
In the light of day, this doesn't seem such a great idea. Look, it was half past one in the morning (unusually late for me; I had to walk home from the cinema, as the buses were all hiding from the snow). I was half-asleep. I can't be held accountable for whatever bizarre ideas my subconscious throws at me in that state.
Knowing this fandom, someone's probably written it already, anyway.)
