. You know, in all of my moderate excitement and anticipation of A Gilbert and Sullivan Christmas Carol--or something like that, I've seen the title written three different ways now, one with two Zs and a Q--it never once occurred to me that Fred Scrooge had a fiance. Oh, horrible!
. I could go on and on about this. Love is hard to portray. You, as an actor, may not know or love the person whom on stage you love dearly. You may even hate them. Of course, such conflicts crop up whatever you're portraying. For example, you may have just won the lottery but on stage you just DIED. You're sad and angry that you just died, but off stage you're jumping for joy and punching the air, shouting involuntarily every so often until you have to prove to the ushers that you're an actor.
. It's somehow different with love, though. Love and hate can be easily the most potent emotions, if for no other reason than your hormones usually back you up. (They make great personal coaches, those hormones) Without those little fellows there to give you pep talks, it's hard to be willing to kiss another person passionately.
. I'm quite obviously not the first person to have encountered this problem. I don't even know what sort of relationship Fred and his fiance have. I just thought I'd make the situation known to those of you who may not otherwise know it...

. The actress's name is Meg-I-Mean-Honey*smooch* until further notice. This is a completely different Megan than Meg-I-Mean-Yum-Yum, and unfortunately it also isn't Summer Glau. I've never met this one, (not that I've met Summer Glau) but apparently she's home schooled too and a friend of a friend of a friend.
. I only found out that I was engaged to her because a friend of a friend started teasing me out of the blue about being engaged.

. Ok, I've been on death again. I know you are all tired of this, but no really it's different this time I had an idea wait come back!
. Actually it's probably not different this time, beyond that this is an idea for a short story. (I'm into NaNoWriMo again, too, even though it's not for two months) I think the idea was that no soul is ever created or destroyed. Souls exist on the fourth dimension, and when someone dies someone fetus somewhere gets a soul. I need to account for the rising population of the Earth, and that will be most of the point of the story. I'm not sure how to tell it though.
. It obviously needs some tweaking.

. There was more I wanted to talk about, but I honestly can't remember it. Just know that it probably had to do with perception, the Human race, trust, and pebbles.


P.S. Someone remind me how to do tabs in HTML