This morning at the coffee shop, I saw a man wearing a demin jacket that said, "Scum of the earth" on the back, but he was just bragging because I've seen much scummier people than him, so he was really just a scum-wannabe who thought the jacket would give him cachet.

I thought it was just me who found the Harry Potter movie(s) sort of boring but yesterday I read a review where the reviewer pointed out that to make a "great" movie, you have to move beyond the source material and bring something new to the screen. Which I agree with, and which is why while I think the movies are "watchable" they're not incredibly "re-watchable" in my book. There's too much emphasis on the eight year-old audience and the desire to bring the source material and nothing else to the screen. If you've read the books often enough, and are old enough to view the films with a critical eye, there's nothing new in them.

So far I've amused myself during both of them, as I saw them in the theatre, by counting up scenes in the books skipped in the movies and watching to see how they were going to bridge the plot gaps.

They're better for home than the theatre so you can take a break I the middle, too. A movie has to be far more engaging than these have been to keep me riveted to the screen for 2-1/2 hours. Also, I regret that these are being made by American production companies and not British, because Gilderoy was a much bigger poseur in the book than he is on-screen and I was looking forward to seeing KB in the role, but in the end the character was played very straight and not half the egocentric ditz he seems to be in the book.

The FX are really superb, though.

I've been working lately, not much time to blog.

Okay, mostly I've been writing, but I've worked a trifle.

As I was telling someone this morning, a friend made a remark about men, underwear, and going commando that abruptly made me regret, deeply regret, that my AU Fantasy NaNoWriMo novel is so "straight." I mean, yeah, my hero is turning out to be gay, but smut is what I write, so that's not unusual.

No, this morning it occurred to me how much more fun this would have been to write if I'd just gone all-out and made the characters swishing, flaming, teasing whoreboys. I'm a little bitter that this didn't occur to me two weeks ago but it's too late to change tracks now! I'd have loved writing that novel, though.

Maybe it's not too late. I could introduce a swishing, flaming, teasing whoreboy as a secondary character, right?

Maybe not. As I had to tell the Docksider Dame, jello doesn’t fit into my AU world. Regretfully I think I have to admit that a drag queen, or a tight-assed twinkie, would be equally out of place.

P.S. This morning's wordcount was 24,352, proving that I did almost no productive work yesterday. I, and not the man with the jacket, am Scum of the earth!