"We'll Take a Cup of Kindness Yet for Auld Lang Syne..."

Happy New Year, darlings.

Soujin loves you all.

"Parce qu'il se meurt d'amour..."

Damn.

I've lost my watch.

I don't know the time. I hate not knowing the time. *panicpanic* Auggh, but the computer clock is off by an estimated seventeen minutes, so I can't trust it--ugh.

Okay. Time to go out to the kitchen and check the time. Surely I can manage this.

9:31.

It was my first-ever watch, and everybody at Stoneybridge loved it, and it was black-and-gold and shiny. It made me happy. I want my waaaaatch. *wails*

"It is Time for You All to Decide Who You Are..."

Condamnes on the CD is all BANG! DOOM! BANG! On the DVD, I have a distinct feeling that it's quieter and has less percussion.

Does this imply that I love it less? Hardly.

Comment faire un monde
San misere et
San frontiere?

Comment faire un monde
Ou il n'y aurait plus
D'exclus?

I need to mail the DVD back to erinpuff soon, and am v. reluctant to do so. Mine! My beautiful Esmeralda and wicked mad Quasimodo!

Except not really. I will, of course, send it back promptly. But only on January tenth, because that's when I promised. See if you get it before then. :P

'Frappe' is the one word that makes me giggle every time I hear it, no matter how serious the situation is. Oh, dear (which implies that yes, now, I am listening to Le Proces...).

This episode of Notre-Dame de Paris madlove and geekery brought to you by the year two-thousand and five, when the world should have ended five years ago, because Pierre Gringoire said so.

"You Can Fool Every Friend Who Ever Knew You..."

In the year 2005 I resolve to: Procrastinate more. Get your resolution here

Ha. Ha. Lord, as though I needed to make a resolution to do that. :P

Saw Phantom of the Opera! Omg!

ERIK HAD A NOSE! The whole way through, every time he came on, I clapped my hand to my nose and kept it there, in protest, and Waen kept poking me. But--seriously. He's not allowed to have a nose! Also, he kept doing this bizarre jazzy thing with his voice when he was singing, which was dreadful, but every now and then he stopped and that was nifty.

Christine was adorable and I love her and her cleavage. Please let me join your club, theatre_angel! And I liked her singing, too, really; I just hated her costumes in so many places because there is no way she could have worn some of the things she did. RANT. RANT. Anachronistic hello? But that always annoys me.

<3 Raoul forever. Even though his expressions during that-one-song-that-I-shall-never-remember-the-name-too-that-involves-Erik-Raoul-and-the-Punjab-lasso made me laugh. Um. A lot. ^^;; I confess that I spent a good part of the movie with my face buried in Waen's shoulder, trying not to laugh hysterically and annoy everybody else in the theatre. I mostly succeeded, too.

That said, I loved it. I'm just a pretentious book purist, and will gladly complain of every single inaccuracy. But it was a lot better than I expected, and even Erik's disfigurement was nastier than I expected, given what everyone had to say condemning it. It was passable. Nevertheless, certain things happened that were just so bad they were wonderful, and there were plenty of places that annoyed me.

But it was still a fun movie, and I would totally see it again, and I love Christine and I LOVE Madame Giry and Masquerade was the best song ever.

And Old!Raoul is cute, although I know I've seen him in something else and I know I didn't like him in whatever it was. Nevertheless.

No Persian makes Soujin sad. However, nifty costumes make her happy again.

There was lots of good. There was lots of bad. There were tonnes of gloriously slashy moments that make this movie a Soujinistic paradise and omg someday I'm going to write Meg/Christine, and Raoul/Erik, and Madame Giry/Erik (oh, come on. O T bloody P, my friends). And stuff. And Persian/Erik. And then mix-and-match a bit.

I liked it.

But God-damn, I can't believe Erik had a NOSE.

By the way, I got a horrific nosebleed to-day while I was treadmilling. I'll never be able to wear that shirt again.

Edit: OMG! And they totally never called him Erik! They never named him! O_o

"Sans misere et sans frontieres..."

Typically, I'm back in the fandom. Missed you all loads, glad to be here to-day, thank you and enjoy the feature presentation.

T'is a Les Amis fic, an experiment, a WIP, a possible AU, and slightly skewed. Here we present The Prologue and Chapter One for your consideration.

( The Picture Portrait Gallery )

"Poor, Poor, Pitiful Me..."

My apologies to everyone on AIM. My keyboard seems to have died. I am typing this with copy-paste (pasting each letter separately). My b, space, and n keys are dead. Waen spilt water on it. Gah.

Especial apologies to mhari, who got the worst of it because I hadn't yet grasped what was happening. I hope she is feeling loads better and I am awfully sorry.

Must fix keyboard. Alas. Good-night.

>_<

But. Wibbly sorries to flameofdeath, too! Hopefully this will get cleared up by to-morrow and we can write our fic! And thank you, gileonnen, for understanding.

...I never realised before now how may ens I use in one sentence. For heaven's sake!

Right-o. To fixing I get.