Nothing, Really. . .

The J.G. will now attempt to do the impossible and tell, well, why exactly do we like/love the people we do? I mean, let's look at my favorite characters. A murderous deformed madman, and a nosy, annoying Persian. So, let's start with the Persian. (And with a quote.)

Nadir, according to one of my fellow fan fiction authoress's, the illustrious SarahBelle, is "pretty practical in the first place, even without being dead." If you want to understand what that really means, you'll have to read her L'Epoux du Cadavre. It's brilliant beyond brilliant. So it begins. . .

In the moment, I have also decided I'm going to put why these people peeve us a bit. Nadir peeves us because. . .well, I think Erik put it the best, when, in moments when Nadir simply got too annoying, he used to say, "Da-ro-ga!" in tones of darkest dire. (And italics.)

Now, Christine, you are up next. I do not have a good history with this character. She's a bloody invertebrate. I like her (not quite willing to love Christine, not even in the way I love, say, Jazz, because loving Chris is my male counterpart's department) because of one thing - and just one thing - that she does in Leroux's novel. She unmasks Erik, and soon after that - it would be Stranger Than You Dreamt it in ALW, for my two readers who've actually seen it - she burns his mask and promises never to flinch at his face again. Of course, she breaks the vow soon afterwards. Oh well, it's the thought as counts, yeah?

Carlotta. This may be a bit tough to do. I love her because. She likes dogs. You know what, forget Cara, as Piangi calls her. And I hate her for. . .oh, so many reasons. Frankly, I just want to punjab the woman. What I hate her for the most is probably in Notes II, when she blows up at Christine and says the whole matter is Chris's doing. How dare you take the credit from my Erik!

Christine: That's not why I was mad. . .

Erika: She doesn't care.

Erik: I'm not your Erik. . .and won't people get confused about this? Only one vowel seperates me from Erika.

Max: Shouldn't he have thought of that. . .a long time ago?

Nadir: Yes. . .

Kat: SOMETHING JUST OCCURED TO ME!

All: What? What?

Ben: Wait, what?

Kat: All our names have three letters. Kat, Max, and Ben.

Nadir: Is that all?

Kat: Yes.

Moving on. You know, this post began as one thing, but it's not that anymore. I will now write about my day. Be prepared for r -

Hang on. Hostile male parent in the vicinity.

Must run.

Thankfully am not burning anything at the moment.

Email me if you have a tip as to how to draw a lifeguard house.

By the way - no time to post links - the father looks dangerous - but Ben has a FFN profile now. Go see it.

I remain, gentlemen, your faithful and obedient servant,

J.G.