I've finished writing all my Christmas cards! 17 cards, going to eight different countries. I love having friends all over the world. :3 Will be sending them off tomorrow, and hopefully they'll arrive on time.

Tomorrow's my last day of uni before the winter break. Saturday, I need to do some Christmas shopping, and on Sunday, I'm meeting tli and explodedpen. Monday I need to clean the flat, and Tuesday I'm flying to Germany to see the parents. And the kitten! I am very much looking forward to meeting the kitten. And the family, of course.

I've spent the last couple of hours storyboarding. That means taking a film or TV script and drawing all the shots you want to use to cover the dialog and the action. I wish I had a better sense of perspective, or the money to employ a professional storyboard drawing person--whichever, really. I'm supposed to draw a from-above shot looking down at our two protagonists, and I have no idea how to go about that. *pokes storyboard*

There was a lot of HP wank linked on f_w lately, which compelled me to pick up those books again. I've never done a complete re-read of all seven novels since Deathly Hallows came out. I think I shall be attempting to do one now. I'm about one quarter of the way through the first novel so far--and I'd forgotten how cute and awesome Dumbledore was in my head before movie Dumbledore came along and made the character boring. In my head, Dumbledore is this awesome ageless dude who dresses in swishy purple robes that are always a little dusty, and wears high-heeled cowboy boots with silver buckles. Also, he's constantly chewing on something, and has a ton of crow's feet wrinkles. Basically, he's a skinny John Wayne with a British accent. Who likes to wear purple robes.

And McGonagall was young. Nothing against Maggie Smith, she's awesome, but in my head, McGonagall was maybe 35, if that. Young, and absolutely kick-ass, and all the men are dying to get into her pants, but she has no time for that kind of nonsense, thank you very much. Think Claudia Black, with her hair in a tight bun, wearing inornate green robes and turning everyone into a gnat who dares to stare at her chest for a moment too long.

Oh well. I suppose my head works differently than everybody else's, at least where Harry Potter is concerned. I shall go back to storyboarding now. Sigh.

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