I dream about movies

It's December. Work is always super-busy in December. I know this, so why do I plan on writing in this busy month? That is not a good idea.

In other news, I am postphoning my writing until the New Year, when I will have had some proper sleep.

But I saw the second and third HP-movies over Christmas, and Ron, whom I love in the books (he comes a close second to Neville) seemed to have been stripped of all that I love. Mainly all he did was be scared and left out of the loop. I did like that they put in things like Hermione turning to him for comfort when they thought Buckbeak was killed, and her without abandon hugging Harry when she was recovered from being Petrified, and then going uncomfortable hugging the boy she's starting to like, instead opting for a handshake.

But Harry and Hermione got the cool stuff, it seemed. And it irked me.

Do not read any Heroes-fanfic, however good it may be, until you have at least seen more than just the pilot.

In order to preserve the fledgling interest I have in the show after having seen the pilot last night.

*squee*

Hiro's too cute.

I finally listened to some of Feast of the Drowned that came with the Radio Times last Christmas (since my stereo has apparently decided to stop being a dick and just play my c.d's).

*thunk*

I love listening to Tennant. Story, what story? All I hear is the accent.