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Sep. 7th, 2004 10:21 amMy laptop's gone back to Holland, either to be repaired or to go onto a lovely farm with all the other laptops (that *is* what happened to my cat when I was 8. My parents wouldn't lie to me.) I managed to save most of the important files for work, huzzah for me! And the rest I managed to mostly recreate yesterday because there was nothing else for me to do in the office. Why do my bosses call me in to work an extra shift and then not turn up themselves or leave me anything to work on?
Anyway, other stuff: I wrote a short, strange Angel/Nina fic for
onehundredone. Not all that happy with it, but it proved two things: 1) I can't write porn to save my life, and 2) losing all your data and then not getting home till 11:30pm on your posting date does not make for coherent writing. But it's here. Metaphysics of the Provocateur.
I've been driving my family insane with my repeated playing of the soundtrack to Bat Boy, which is the Best Musical Ever OMG. I saw it in London and it's based on that Weekly World News story with the picture of thepuppet mysterious bat child. The musical has the bat boy found in a cave and taken in by Joyce the wife of the town's vet (the animal doctor kind. Not a Vietnam veteran.) She calls him Edgar and teaches him to speak (with an English accent, since he's learned to talk from Masterpiece Theatre). The townfolk decide he's responsible for the plague that's killing their cows, while the vet's teenage daughter falls in love with Edgar. But, oh no, he can't seem to survive on anything but blood. And everyone wants him dead...
It has intentionally camp, ridiculous lyrics ("Touch your bat boy! Love your bat boy!"), murder, incest, the Greek god Pan, and a vampire as the central character. Everything I want from my legitamite theatre, in other words. Everyone in the world must see it.
( *The* anthem for B/A / Spuffy / human/vampire relationship of choice - Shelley offers to let Edgar drink from her )
Anyway, other stuff: I wrote a short, strange Angel/Nina fic for
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I've been driving my family insane with my repeated playing of the soundtrack to Bat Boy, which is the Best Musical Ever OMG. I saw it in London and it's based on that Weekly World News story with the picture of the
It has intentionally camp, ridiculous lyrics ("Touch your bat boy! Love your bat boy!"), murder, incest, the Greek god Pan, and a vampire as the central character. Everything I want from my legitamite theatre, in other words. Everyone in the world must see it.
( *The* anthem for B/A / Spuffy / human/vampire relationship of choice - Shelley offers to let Edgar drink from her )