There’s a hamster that rules in m'head

Who frolics all day out of bed

       He jumps with such glee

       While directing me
Now ignore what the shrink just said!

I stumbled upon something rather hilarious earlier today. The ‘thing’ in and of itself was actually rather innocent in nature. An icon. Of Professor Snape. With the catchphrase: Secret Agent Man. The laughter was loud, long, and didn’t go unnoticed in the library’s dungeon. The specific reason for the humorous (rather gleeful) moment of insanity is still unknown. The oddity of coming across such an icon isn’t.

Yes, yes. I’m rather an icon whore, supposedly, peeking under the unsuspecting LJ’ers profile for the immediate gratification of ogling a person’s iconage.

But why should I go looking through the profiles attached to communities belonging to characters of a book I’ve yet to actually design to read? It is quite simple (and possibly as hilarious as the icon); I have somehow grown quite fond of Harry Potter fanfiction.

Le Gasp!

In the movies I’ve always found myself quite drawn to the character of Processor Snape- a man of quick wit, sharp tongue, and rather awkward persona when exposed to children, with heavy shoulders of self appointed sense of duty and brilliant intelligence (it is of course, my opinion that he is, in fact, not dead- though I won’t ever read the book with the purpose of compiling proof for such a belief). In fact, if there was any other character I enjoy as much as Severus, it’d have to be Neville (and I can’t quite explain that one either).

And so I’ll leave you with this:

Secret Agent Man ::hums::



 

Also; I've cut my hair- good buy braid, good buy tension headaches, good buy paint brush... 

               (".)  wait, where'm I gonna put my writing implements of destruction now...?