The Box Room

What happens when a lonely British Longhair cat is sent to Dublin as a birthday present to Our Lady of the Perpetual Gaelic Hum? Should a petulant two-year-old really be allowed to comment on Roma Ryan's (demented) High School and Life in General? Who is Sister Windy, when she's not imbibing Pepto-Brennan and, in the classroom, dissecting the lyrics of Roma Ryan? What of a crazed mad woman who sits on an island beach and plots how to steal all of the Amarantine cds, holding them hostage, to gain the money she needs to pay her unpaid property taxes? What happens when crazed fans decide they've had enough of the canned interview questions that Enya's been asked for 17 years--and the canned interview responses that Enya's been giving for .. oh.. well not quite 17 years?

This is the fun spot of the website. If you need an Enya joke, this is the place. If you're up for Enya madness, you've found it. But, if your take on Enya is so absolutely exalted that you've lost all sense of humor, then you better go elsewhere. Nothing here is derogatory toward Enya. I'm too thankful for the music she's given us, and the way that she has always insisted on leading the life she wants to lead, instead of what is too often assumed to be the lifestyle that a celebrity should lead. I don't even think Enya would mind this stuff; and if she does, I'll be glad to see that a case of Pepto-Brennan is delivered to her doorstep.

The Amarantine Launch Party & Interview with The Dress

The Amarantine Caper, Parts 1 - V.. so far.. it goes on forever...

A Cat in the House of Enya, Blog Part I, Happy Birthday, Enya!

The OperaKait Blog, a Roma Ryan's High School Special