November 13th, 2003

A Pocket Full of Murder

I don't say this lightly...

...because seviet's drawings are gorgeous and I love them. But oh my word, this is the most amazing picture of Harry and Ginny I've ever seen. Not only because it's beautifully done in its own right, but because it comes so close to my idea of how they might, or should, look post-canon. friede, how do you do that?
A Pocket Full of Murder


From the transcript of Alan Rickman on Jimmy Kimmel Live, courtesy of bethbethbeth:

JK: And you're from...what part of England are you from?
AR: Right in the middle of London. Right by Paddington Station. So if anybody's coming in on the Heathrow Express, I'm a minute over the road.
JK: They can stop by?
AR: They can... there'll be tea.

Right then, tea party at Alan's place, who's coming?

JK: That'll be nice. That'll be very nice. I have a little tea here, if you'd like some, too.
AR: No, not from America. I'd die.
JK: Are you a . . .really? That's funny, because...
AR: You haven't got a clue.

Huzzah! Tea snobs of the world, unite! You have nothing to lose but that sawdust-in-a-bag America calls Lipton's! (I can only surmise that if Elvis Costello really told Jimmy Kimmel it was the best cup of tea he'd had since coming to the US, the other teas he'd been served must have been unspeakable.)

My other favorite bit:

JK: Do a lot of children recognize you now?
AR: No, because I'm careful not to wear that black wig in the street.
JK: Oh, is that right? That's good.
AR: I figure I could put the wig on a stick, and it would sign autographs.


I have never watched Jimmy Kimmel, but it's pretty evident from this transcript that he is an idiot. I like how AR just gets drier and more sarcastic as the interview goes on... Rickman has never suffered fools, particularly media fools, gladly.
A Pocket Full of Murder

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Well, today turned out to be rather anticlimactic.

That message I'd been working on and worrying about earlier in the week? It all came together very nicely, thanks to a free day on Tuesday when Hubby took the kids to his mother's and I was able to focus on study and preparation for several uninterrupted hours. So I felt decently well prepared to go and talk to this women's group, and since I have friends there and they'd offered to take me out to lunch afterward, I was even looking forward to it.

Early this morning, however, I woke (thanks to Simon, who seems to be incapable of sleeping beyond 6 a.m. these days) to find 100 kph winds blowing sleet in a straight horizontal line past the front window. Needless to say, this did not look like a good day for driving, and at 7:30 a.m. I got a call from my hostess, saying that she didn't think it would be safe for me to come and that they'd probably end up cancelling the meeting anyway. And it turned out to be a good thing I didn't go, because within a few hours all the roads in and out of our county had been closed anyway.

So, I ended up spending the day housebound, trying to think of ways to amuse the kids. And here I'd been looking forward to a morning out. Sigh.

I guess winter has really arrived...