We watched Shadowbox, CXS DVD. I couldn't really watch the screen continually 'cause the flashing lights were making my head hurt, so I played with sculpey. (See the EggSong link if you have no clue about the profusion of strange looking eggs here.)
Rogue. With purple-based, spikey hair. And a microphone. And black eyeshadow.
Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.