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A year ago today that Half Blood Prince came out... weird.
I never knew until today that Howie Mandel did the voice of Gizmo in Gremlins. Guess I could've figured it out if I'd thought about it, but I just didn't. Of course, it doesn't help that I haven't seen the movie in... god, at least 10 years.
I figure that my H/D fic (I've temporarily named it "Incomplete", though I'm not sure whether I'm actually going to bother to change it or not.) is about... eh, I think maybe 80% done. It's taken some interesting turns that I hadn't planned on- the minor character deaths, for one thing. I hadn't actually intended to kill anyone off... though I think there's another one coming, as my brain is niggling at me right now, saying "There's one more!" Um, yeah. I also hadn't counted on Hermione being... such a FORCEFUL personality. Okay... that sounds stupid. Hermione IS a forceful personality. It's just that I'd really meant her presence in the fic to take up probably about a paragraph. Maybe two. And now I think we're up to... two pages (roughly 1,080 words) and still going. All because she insisted on having her say. Hmph. I think if (*cough*WHEN*cough*) I write another HP fic, I'm going to leave her out of it completely. No offense to Hermione or anything, I love her to death, but she dictates my writing in a way that I definitely don't like. Probably because she's actually quite a bit like ME in a lot of ways... like the whole "perfectionist control freak" bit. *ahem*
Yeah, okay, going to do laundry now (yes, seriously, as I ran out of clean underwear today and that's always the last straw. One must have clean undies.)
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Fucking hell. I just escaped this crazy old lady at the laundry... god. I went over to switch my clothes around, and she was putting clothes in the dryer, and proceeded to talk to me for a half an hour... and all I can think the whole time is "Yeah, yeah, okay, can I go now?" I knew all she wanted was for somebody to listen, but christ. If she hadn't been drinking she might've been at least sort of alright... not that she was drinking in front of me or anything, but she definitely smelled like beer... and she just kept going on... and on... and on... it's like, just shut the fuck up already! I think I'm going to wait some extra time to get my clothes out of the dryer, just so I have a better shot of not running into her again. Ugh. Fucking shoot me.
