I believe Russell Crowe's voice is a little warm for Javert, but the cracking sound as his body shattered on the Seine weirstones was spot on.

Passed my thesis defence/viva with minor amendments!

I'm totally a Doctor of Molecular Biology!

Okay, so I moan about the lack of dick I'm getting and then two come along at once. Ragueneau is amazingly strong, patient and batshit mental in all the right ways. He lives nearby, but alas, is reasonably sure he's monogamous and may not want to be with me in the long run. I would love to have a relationship with him, but there's that Sword of Monogamocles hanging over our heads.

Now add, hmm, let's call him Lignière, as I rapidly run out of Bergerac characters, who I just met at a LARP camp and is also very interested in me. And is actually polyamorous. But lives far away.

Nothing's ever fucking easy.

Well, except me.

Why is it the LARPing games I enjoy and can get to regularly (in Newcastle) have refs/high level characters who suddenly disappear and cease responding when you actually need to talk to them (get entry to something, level up), and the ones I can't get to regularly (because they're in Sheffield, Darlington) have communicative, responsive and helpful refs?

If somebody dies because my character gets bewitched on Saturday for want of five minutes of "yes you can have your one menial extra point of holy power, Louise", I will not be held responsible for the consequences.

Also: Confusing new development. Christian remains a consummate emotional idiot, and Roxane adorable, but it seems curiously Roxane's friend is interested in me - let's call him Ragueneau as the closest approximation. He is fascinatingly intense and I am also interested (although the usual poly-mono clashes are applying. Fuck you society and your heteromononormative bullshit). This could all go horribly wrong (again), but frankly, I'd like to get laid again sometime before Christmas and his jawline suggests high testosterone with the associated perks. There's just a hint of Bruce Campbell about it.

Suddenly I'm 16 again...

Encore une fois, je vais perdre mon panache...

Christian can die in a fire.
Roxanne is still pretty and nice and lovably vulnerable.
Seriously, fuck people.

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/culturevideo/filmvideo/cinema-trailers/9302981/Anne-Hathaway-sings-in-new-Les-Miserables-teaser-trailer.html

Prepare yourself

Fangirls are coming.

For Javert.

So now my father is a faith healer?

I guess it comes from both sides of the family then...

Okay, so yeah.

I'm a City Councillor now. I won the election.

0_o

If you want sympathy go to your mother.
If you want absolution go to your priest (or not as you see fit)
If you want a solution to try come to me.

I have gained new insight into the phrase "if you love something let it go" with the implicit "don't expect it to come back to you". I feel like a female Bergerac. But Roxanne and Christian are so sweetly nervous around each other, that I can't begrudge them potential happiness and a lover who will not in Roxanne's case use and discard her, or in Christian's case commit teenage suicide leaving him emotionally crippled for half a decade. And stupid Christian's (with his stupid body like Narcissus in the Arcadian sunlight and his stupid unkempt soft brown curls and stupid soft brown eyes and his stupid, stupid adorable naiveté) pretty mouth seems to be bound by the twin evils of dyspraxia and fear of becoming his father from speaking what it desires from beautiful shyly laughing Roxanne until Cyrano here nudges him into it. Actually he's getting better. Perhaps I'm really Pygmalion. Or at least Professor Higgins. Is Apollo inclined to strike people down for hubris?

Un baiser, mais à tout prendre, qu'est-ce....C'est un secret qui prend la bouche pour oreille.
Ce baiser trompeuse.