I once watched someone sleeping on my shoulder. He never even knew, and surely never will. But I'll never forget.

It's been quite rainy and windy outside for a while. I love weather like this.

Going to see a French film (called Paris, Je T'aime) at seven. It looks really interesting and artful. All of the French films I've seen, really, seem artful. Granted, they amount to about two, but still. Diva was grand and operatic and very blue-colored. And Le Roi de Coeurs ("The King of Hearts") was fantastically eccentric, eloquent, and musical. Both of them had little dialogue, which increased the effect of the striking sets and scenes.
 
I have reached page 125 of Chesapeake! Rejoicing!

The book is actually starting to draw me in now. I'm developing empathy for Edmund Steed and his family (and before that, John Smith, the tiny but energetic captain). There was a funny little moment early in Voyage 2 where Smith, stung badly by a stingray and certain of his death, went to sit in a newly dug grave and dangled his feet over the edge introspectively. It was just such an "OMGLOLZ" moment. I need to draw it.

How many times have I listened to Into the Woods now? Not as many as Assassins, certainly (I've been giving that one a break for fear of overdoing it!), but quite a few. The music never gets old.

Sondheim, Thou art God of Musickal Theatre, verily.

My mother's mother is in the hospital. She had, we think, a hypoglycemic attack, and for a long time was unreactive. But now she's improving, and opens her eyes (she's reportedly glaring at everyone in the room) and squeezes hands and the like. She is still intubated, and they can't do a brain MRI (to be sure that it wasn't actually a stroke) until the tube is out, but she's still doing better. It really scared us for a while.

Assassins still owns my soul. It's so fantastic. I was stirred to really do some research on those people after listening to it, and there are so many fascinating stories involved in it. The show has awakened a strong interest in American history for me. Haha, Broadway shows--more than just pretty music and dancing, aren't they?

A particular point of interest for me has been the story of Lincoln's assassination, and particularly his killer, John Wilkes Booth. Booth was undoubtedly my favorite character in the musical, so he's the one I've researched most extensively. I read a book at my grandfather's house a week ago called "The Day Lincoln Was Shot," by a man named Jim Bishop, that really drew me in. It gave a really detailed account of the events leading up to the devastating event. It really was an almost theatrical event in its dramatic effect, and it's so cool to read about the true "conspirators" involved (in reality, a motley group of several bumbling men, drunkards or idiots or men barely in their twenties, mostly only involved because of an idolizing devotion to Booth). Actually, I'm considering doing my Extended Essay on something regarding this topic. That's how much it fascinates me.

It also helps that Wilkes Booth was pretty much the most gorgeous man alive in 1865. I mean, seriously, purely regarding aesthetics (never forgetting the fact that he was uber-racist and kind of assassinated one of the only people who could have enacted a relatively gentle peace for the South that he so adored)... the man was fiiiiine. I get caught up in those eyes.

So I'm randomly doing nothing on yet another Saturday night. Except making icons, and browsing Phanwank. ^_^

The Final Problem is on tonight!!!! Right now in fact, as I speak type. I am waiting for it to finish recording so I can watch it from beginning to end and rewind at leisure.

Cannot...maintain...composure... ( Rant under cut! )

Title-  Candy Canes.
Pairing, Person, Gen - Yep. It's Dr. House, aka Hugh Laurie. Don't start on me, Dannele. -_-;
Summary - It's not as steamy as it was in my head. >_>;;
Complete? - Yeah...
Link - <( Step into my office, Baby... )