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My 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 the ~~puppet~~ 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.

SHELLEY: It's okay. I'm still here.
Your secrets out, but don't fear.
'Cause I don't care what people say.
Once I thought you were weird;
But soon my doubts disappeared.
I think you're normaller than they.
Now you're scared; you're in need.
Clearly someone has to bleed.
I'll repay all you gave- I will give you what you crave.
Let me prove I love you; let me become part of you.
I see no better way to start!
Now I can live inside your heart.

BAT BOY: You don't know what you're saying-
SHELLEY: Yes I do-
BAT BOY: Go on, go home, forget me-
SHELLEY: It's for you-
BAT BOY: I'll hurt you, I'm not playing- Please don't!
SHELLEY: No, I knew they when I-
BOTH: Let me-
BAT BOY: No!
SHELLEY: I want to-
BOTH: Please-
SHELLEY: Yes!
BAT BOY: No! It's too bizarre!
BOTH: Just-
BAT BOY: Go!

SHELLEY: I'm not afraid! It's no disease,
it's who you are!

BAT BOY: It murders everything I touch.
A screaming fire will fill you.
You'll beg me please to kill you-
I could not let you be my crutch!
Oh, God, I feel my hunger grow-
Go! Go on, go home, forget me...

SHELLEY: No.
Such a lovely boy... look at what you've done to me,
Woke me up and set me free, so look at me.
Such a lovely boy... this way you'll be mine at last.
And I'll be fine: I heal real fast.
So look at me... Look at me!

BAT BOY: You don't know what you're saying-

SHELLEY: Shut up, that's it, I'm staying!

BOTH: I will shield you from harm
Come spend your life on my arm.
I see no better way to start.
Let me prove I love you;
Let me become part of you.
Now we shall never be apart.
I'll always live inside your heart!