My GODS I really wish I had a recording of Pippin right now... MUST ask Dhea about that tomorrow. Mustmustmust. I need the audio at least. I will die without it.

Will share the joy that is my John-thing tomorrow. I hugged him like every five minutes tonight. He was AMAZING. Also, his shirt literally was soaked through with sweat by the end. He's... he's AMAZING. Oh John.

Just... it's... the show went well, I've Got Rhythm was FANTASTIC. And... just... it was good.

And...

It's magic. It's honestly magic, what he does.  It's like nothing I can describe at this time of night and in my state of mind.

But it's magic.  And he steps on stage, and the world shifts, just a little, for just a little while.  And when he sings about loss... it makes me want to cry.

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 4 sentences on your LJ along with these instructions.
5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

"They think the sequence is, first object, then belief.  In fact, it works the other way.
Belief sloshes aound in the firmament like lumps of clay spiraling into a potter's wheel. That's how gods get created, for example.  They clearly must be created by their own believes, because a brief resume of the lives of most gods suggests that their origins certainly couldn't be divine."

I think the next sentence deserves including, too: "They tend to do exactly the things people would do if only they could, especially when it comes to nymphs, golden showers, and the smiting of your enemies."

The sad thing is, there were five books equally close, and I just grabbed one and came up with Reaper Man. It coulda been Sophie's World, Kafka, Waiting for Godot, or Men at Arms.  Or any one of about ten others... I have too many book lying on/around my bed.  Funny, though, that the book I picked up actually IS cool and intellectual, and possibly the most beautiful and philosophical of all the Discworld books. I mean, there are funnier or sweeter or even more enjoyable ones in the series, but... this one's my favorite. It's got beauty and grief of a kind unmatched, even in Soul Music.  After all... how often must Death learn to die?

That's why I love Sandman so much.  She understands that concept.  And why I love Discworld. He learns it.

...I'm listening for wings. 

EDIT: My father is bloody insane.