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Today is already shaping up to be much better than yesterday, which We Shall Never Speak Of Again. Most of it was fine and dandy and full of Disney movies and nostalgia, but after about 5pm it just snowballed into a miserable pile of stress and sickness and all-around shit.

But this morning I got a call from

schiarire and she did not run shrieking at the sound of my voice, which is scratchy and

(and we pause while the Desmoulins get married for the fifth time this morning...Ji, can we icon that or something?)

disgusting because my body loves to get sick just when I don't need it to be. But phone call! Yay.

ETA: WARNING. COMMENTS TO THIS ENTRY CONTAIN HIGHLY DISTURBING TRANSHISTORICAL LOVE AFFAIRS AND GENERAL MULTITHREADED INSANITY ON THE PART OF JI, ART AND MYSELF.

AND ALSO

drealle managed to talk her way onto a panel that interviewed Joss Whedon, and she's posted about it here - go! Read! Delight in Joss' vision and Serenity-comments!

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Dammit! you beat me to the punch. I was going to make a post about how you're actually a lava monster. :D

ALSO WE TOTALLY NEED A FUCKING DESMOULINS ICON. They are doing it right. now. WHAT.

*hugs*

Um...you still can? I could be lying. I could be making up EXCUSES. My hacking cough would like to claim otherwise, but it's your prerogative really :P

YES. I need more obscure injokey icons. LOS ALAMOS, BABY. Ahem.

*hugs tight*

Thanks hon :) I'm glad I could talk to you last night.

Nah. The moment's gone.

OK, SO. The real question is, what could possibly ever be fucked up enough to represent the Desmoulins' wedding?

OMG you guys have totally TAKEN MY INSANE IDEA and RUN AWAY WITH IT. Like BANDITS. BANDITS OF INSANITY.

I am not actually here; I am conjugating verbs, but, you know. I had to boggle.

DAMN YOU! DAMN YOUR PRETTY FRENCH BRATS!

It's automatic, now. And also highly distracting! Blah blah adolescent self-disclosure trends blah blah DESMOULIN WEDDING blah blah. It's such a lovely piece I don't have the heart to take it off repeat.

I don't know. Camille and Lucile in 100x100 pixels! That's kind of a terrifying idea. And I haven't read the book at all lately enough to be able to come up with something terribly clever and symbolic.

That piece makes me feel filled with revolutionary ardor and angst!

Also: I do not know if Ji shared my movie tagline, which I think would be HIGHLY appropriate for any Desmoulins icon: "Love is stronger and more enduring than fear."

*feels the feared onslaught of TRAGIC ZEAL*

Could something perhaps be done with, say, Lucile's socks?

OK ART HELP ME HERE. I think I have the germ(inal) of an idea; something to do with the Desmoulins wedding guest list and how dead all those people are. BUT LOVE IS STRONGER AND MORE ENDURING THAN FEAR. Without the 'but' in the icon naturally.

Push it down the path to completion!

Or the garter, whatever it said, Unite us for life. Hmmmm. Or a split screen of some kind... but in an icon... you are so right, NOTHING can appropriately convey the fucked-upness of the Desmoulins wedding. Unless it involves both hand-holding and Jerome Petion getting eaten by wolves. Or the PATHOS of Camille and Robespierre.

Right now my roommate is having an emotional breakdown and I kind of want to die. Eep!

Tell your roommate I love her deep in my pinkish heart. (It is not really pink, of course, because that only happens to Eskimos. Or do I mean lungs? I'm pretty sure I don't love her with those.)

I can't animate, which makes your ideas sound like a terrifying Desmoulins wedding icon series. Like bridal magazines for . . .

Us.

Desmoulin wedding iconery: collect the whole set!

Like monarchist merchandise for royal weddings. Le petits prince et princesse de la révolution! Mugs and teatowels and postcards and...icons.

THEREBY RESULTING IN THE REPUBLICAN EQUIVALENT OF OKTOBERFEST!

OMG can you even IMAGINE wedding magazines for us. Because I can't. It is too terrifying to contemplate. Revolutions would undoubtedly be involved, or at the very least world wars. Trench-themed weddings. Guillotines.

I cannot even explain how uncomfortable strong emotion makes me.

"What will you say to them?"

"I will speak to them of Robespierre, pardi! Of Danton. Of principles."

...

"Be serious," said Enjolras.

"I am wild," replied Grantaire.

(In other words: Grantaire approves highly! Wrong revolution but OH WELL. Drink with meeeeee, to daaaaaaays gone by!)

I don't think any of us even wants a wedding. (?)

Strong emotion is for Jesus! *eschews*

DUDE OMG WE NEED THE SMALLEST CONVENTION IN THE WORLD, OF FRENCH REPUBLICAN GROUPIES.

Where did you find that? What! what.

Nonono and no. If pressed, I would concede to a Simone Evrard-style union, but even that seems highly unlikely.

For some reason Cato on HBO's "Rome" reminds me creepily of the way I imagine Marat. I think it's because he sort of hops along haranging.

*cracks up*

*packs her absinthe*

OMG one day, somehow, you and Ji will see the video of me iceskating as Enjolras. ONE DAY. 'Red and Black', red sash, impoverished-student-style shirt!

Huh.

Does he bathe?

*loses herself in minithreads*

www.online-literature.com is the friend of all poor groupies whose mothers own the family copy of Les Mis.

Did anyone in ancient Rome? Regularly, that is?

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