Okay, you got me. I'm actually just really really really really really really really really really bored.
But that's beside the point. Funny comic AWAAAAAAY!!!

For those of you who do not understand the language of Les Mis-ian, I'll translate.
Go and read/watch/listen to Les Mis.
There. Translated.
For those of you who don't have the patience to read a 1400 page book before reading this short post, I'll summarize.
The comic, not the book. I've tried summarizing the story for Alex Johnson. Fifteen minutes later I was still in act one of the musical and Alex was attempting to pummel me with a large, blunt object. Ahh, theatre memories... biggrin
But I digress.
Anyways, I myself fall under the first category: The Enjy-glomper. This is a very normal fan girl who fawns over the young, powerful, knows-what-he's-doing leader of the French... Rebellion. Normally I say Revolution, but that always confuses people. If I meant the real French Revolution, the big one that most people thing of right away, I'd be talking about Tale of Two Cities and subsequently be calling myself a Sydney-glomper. Or a Darnay-glomper. Or... A Defarge-glomper... Or a random-human-in-the-chorus-who-dies-right-away...-glomper...
Since this is, in fact, the later French Rebellion, that means that everyone involved dies the night it begins. Including Enjolras himself. Giving us Enjy-glompers quite the problem: The object of our affection dies somewhere in the middle of the second act. Luckily, he hangs upside down on the barricade with a giant red flag symbolizing blood draped across him for quite a while, so we get a really good amount of time to cry before the plot continues. Though after hanging upside down on a homemade barricade constructed of a love-sac and some pillows for just a few moments, I feel very very very very bad for all Les Mis participants forced to do so for the entire first half of ‘The Sewers’.
Speaking of which, why is that oboe (at least I think it’s an oboe, it might be a clarinet, Danni, Jo, care to input?) solo called ‘The Sewers’ when the part of the show that takes place in the aforementioned sewers does not take place during the musical interlude of the same name? Questions? Comments? Concerns?
Reeling in the crazy, back to Enjy. He is the usual object of affection, not only due to the incredibly impressive vocal range (namely the solid A belted at the end of ‘Les Amis de Café ABC’, or whatever it’s called in English…) and repertoire of classic, inspiring songs (Do You Hear the People Sing, Red and Black, his gorgeous solo in One Day More, need I say more? Don’t answer that.), but also because of the astoundingly fantastic list of actors who have portrayed him. This list includes Michael Maguire, Stephen Buntrock, Kevin Earley, Anthony Warlow, Drew Sarich, and my personal favorite, Aaron Lazar.
The thing that makes him the most appealing, however, is the fact that most of the time that he is on stage, he is accompanied by Marius. And let’s face it, ANYONE looks ten times more attractive when they’re standing next to that weenie. Even if someone as hear-stoppingly wonderful as Hadley Fraser is playing him.
…Okay… this ended up being significantly dorkier than I originally intended… and I only got through one of the types of Les Mis fan girls that I was going to explain… sweatdrop
I’m gonna leave now, while I still have some control over Jeffery…
But believe me, I will be back. To explain the Javert-luster. It is a dark, often terrifying journey, but I plan on making it anyways. Mainly because, under extremely specific circumstances, I myself have been a Javert-luster. Believe me, they were very specific circumstances…
Anyways… Farewell. mrgreen