And How. . .

"Of love...daroga...I am dying...of love...That is how it is.... loved her so!...And I love her still...daroga...and I am dying of love for her!"

- Erik, to Nadir

Am setting record for shortest blog posting. Why? No reason. Love the quote above. Makes me cry.

Actually, not the shortest blog posting any more. I fooled you, didn't I. I'm so dreadfully bored and absolutely dying of it. What's the French word for it Erik?

Erik: Ennui.

Kat: Exactly. Anyway. Couldn't be more ennui, or however you say it, and I am decidedly not asked Ben, who can speak a bit of French.

So. In other words. Nothing to do. Oh yes!

I wrote something.

New story from SimplyElymas,

Category: Phantom of the Opera
Title: Come Now, You Can't Be Serious
Genre: Humor/Fantasy
Rating: Fiction Rated: K+
Summary: In which Erik reveals his long relationship with Ford Prefect, Nadir tragically loses his eyebrows, Zaphod attempts to find them, and Christine wants rights. Rated K for use of the word Belgium.

URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2500301/1/

Fear my greatness.

Is it me, or do I sound like the love child of Marvin and Eeyore? (Blink. Blink.) I really must stop writing down whatever pops into my head.

But oh well. Life is, as always, at least marginally interesting, and that reminds me! My performance of Merry Wives of Windsor is next Sunday. At some point next Sunday. I just saw Isabel's performance of Shakespeare's Magic, and she was quite good. She had a very famous monolouge - the "all the world's a stage" one. I enjoyed the show.

I invite anyone who might enjoy it to crash our cast party. Whether or not there will be one is a pending question.

We bore witness to my Uncle Brad's birthday party, where everyone had a squirt gun and I led multiple ambushes, before getting fed up and going off to read Terry Pratchett books in the living room. Unfortunately it wasn't as cheerful as it could have been, because my Aunt, his wife - ex wife? - just died this year of cancer in her liver.

Sorry, but I kind of have to say this, as it's been on my mind a lot of late.

Death sucks. Yes, it does. Death, juvenile and foolish as I sound, sucks. It sucks when a member of your family dies, because they say you get over it. You don't. And it sucks. And will continue to suck for the rest of your life and time immorial, because you never know if it's safe to bring up that person that died.

Death also sucks because of all the drugs people are on before they die. These drugs tend to make them angry. And obnoxious. So you can't remember the person you'd want to. And that, in short, sucks.

People say you get over it. You don't. People say time heals all wounds. It doesn't. People say all kinds of things, but there's no way of getting around it. Death just sucks.

And all sorts of wonderful people die, don't they? In case it escaped you, at the end of Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, everyone dies. Except Zaphod. This is a raw deal, I think. Mercutio dies. Tybalt dies. Romeo and Juliet (sob) die. Erik dies. Nadir will die at some point. Let us all hope that someday Raoul will die.

Even Micheal Crawford, Johnny Depp, Tim Burton, and Gerard Butler are someday going to die. I especially resent the death of Burton, especially if it's before he makes a PotO movie. I want to see Burton's PotO.

And we're going to die. Aren't we?

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.