What time is it? WHA? GAHHHH! Curses! Foiled again by my alarm.

Sigh.

I meant to get up for breakfast this morning, really I did. Unfortunately my body had other plans. Silly body, sneaking around like that. Sure, we need rest. Who doesn't? But after the unintentional five hour nap yesterday, and then sleeping late today, don't you think we're pretty well rested? Gah.

Hee... and this is why Sarah and I shouldn't be allowed to stay up later than, say, seven. Because we do crazeh stuff like this and this. Yeah. I know. I know. But it was so fun!

In other news... I'm so TIRED of being spoiled for shows against my will. I don't mind being spoiled if I ASK for it, dangit, but DON'T tell me about the ep you just saw, even if it WAS totally awesome. Put spoiler warnings on things, PLEASE. [Stargate fanfic people, I'm looking at YOU!]

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I went and saw Phantom of the Opera tonight. It... was good. I think it couldn't decide between being an all-out movie and a stage musical. There were scenes that could only work if it were one or the other, but it kept changing, keeping me confused. Eh. Oh, well.

The voices on my cherished original soundtrack are way better, too. And wow. Heh. The one part, the part that makes or breaks any movie production of Phantom, The Face, was... How to put it? I looked and I thought, "Whoa. Is that... all? Huh." Of course, worlds better than the over-the-top Phantom faces I've seen in years past, but still. Underwhelmed and overwhelmed both leave you in an undesirable state of... uh... whelming? Never mind, I give up.

And then... Raoul's nose. Yeah. Christine so should have gone with the Phantom.

Also--and I blame Dr Gunther for this-- I looked at several aspects of this more critically than I would have in times past. Raoul? He only wanted her because she was pretty and she sang good. Phantom? Same thing... but HE was willing to give her up to his enemy. Plus... he wasn't bad looking, either. Even with The Face. And at least he listened to Christine a bit, unlike Mr You're Coming With Me To Dinner Missy Whether You Want To Or Not. And... now I'll have to go back and read the book again and listen to my soundtrack... but I hadn't realized how objectified Christine was. Hmm. What I really want to do now is talk it over with Dr Gunther and my old Film Studies class.

But... important thing was I was diverted. I went out with a friend and saw a pretty movie with pretty people and pretty music.