A Very Quick Update In Which People Given Titles And We Promise There Will Be No Whining

First order of business! (Ahem.) Ely! Erika! Nadir! Erik! Diego! Luke! Max! Ben! Ben's Mother! My Mother! My Father! Aunt Shirley! Her Dog! Spencer! Clara Stone! Mizamour! Er. . .I can't really list all my reader's anymore. Sorry, I was just trying to get your attention.

First order of business, because I forgot it last post, is giving Spencer a title. Come forward! All right. I have consulted with Erika, Ely, Erik, Nadir, Christine, and Ayesha, and they have declared that you shall be titled. . .Official Opera Patron in Charge of Philosophy, Alaskan Baseball, and Accent Inconsistencies. Why the Patrons are head of my Opera's philosophy and Alaskan baseball is yet to be discovered. The accent inconsistencies. . .well, someone's got to handle them. (GIRY IS THE ONLY ONE WITH AN ACCENT IN THE MOVIE! GAAAH! And why is Erik Scottish?)

Diego, you're next. We hereby declare you the Lord High Elvis or John Lennon Lookalike of the Opera. So I suppose you can sign your letters O.L.H.E.O.J.L.L.. Or not. Oh my God, Luke doesn't have a title. That's an easy one. You shall be Darth Luke of the Opera, because I'm a bit lost on inspiration. Help me out? Next random person to be titled.

Clara Stone is the Opera's Writer of Erik, Christine, and Nadir's Dialouge, because she writes brilliant dialouge. Go read her fic, Holy Darkness. No, I mean it. Go read it, and you will read one of the best PotO related things ever written. Mizamour, as the other FFN personage, you're next. You shall be the Mizzie of the Opera, because, well, every Opera needs a Mizzie.

The parents. . .Haha. (Evil grin.) Dad? Dad! Put down that cell phone and come here! No, don't trip over the dog - oh, dear. I guess we can title him without his presence. You lucky man, you may be the Lord High Provider of Comfortable Jackets for When the Air Conditioning is Too High Like It Always Is In Theatres And Operas Are No Exception. And Mother, you are to be the Official Worrier That You Will Put Someone's Eye Out With That Punjab Lasso. Ben's Mom shall be the Sane Personage In Charge of Whatever Sane People Do, Which Kat Knows Nothing About. (Why do I capitalize the M in mom/mother?)

Nadir: I protest! Who is this. . .Clara Stone? She can't write my dialouge! I write my dialouge!

Kat: Oh, yes, she can. Read her fic.

Erik: I agree with Kat.

Now that's critical acclaim, my friends.

I shall now whine a bit. It was too hot today and I wore wool. And I heard the lamest excuse ever not to dance. Thankfully, it was not I who asked the guy in question to dance, considering it was Alex, who is an idiot. Here is the excuse: "I can't dance. My face hurts." Oh, really, now. I then proceeded to beat Alex in a slightly bizarre game having to do with bungee jumping. That is the extent of my whining.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.