Is this troubling you?

The Importance of Being Earnest ends with some familial revelations, resulting in the fact that one of the heroes is now engaged to his own cousin. This seemed to cause some "distress" to people around me, after the play. (Well, more like they thought Oscar Wilde had overlooked something.)

But if you're A Great Reader of Aulde Books then you know that (a) cousin doesn't always mean "first cousin", and (b) though in this case it does, the taboo against marrying cousins is a recent thing, and (c) in any case it isn't against the law in England. And it's legal in many US states, as well as in Canada.

I just thought... I needed to put everyone's minds to rest.

Or I needed a minute of procrastination. I swear I was researching!

The internets: for obscure factoids

This is what the internet is really for.

When I was in grade 7 and "I'm So Excited" came out (Pointer Sisters) I could have sworn there was a shot where you could see June's vagina as she gets out of the bathtub. But I never saw it again, and so wondered all these years if I was crazy.

Apparently I'm not the only one who wondered, and very little googling brought up the video in it's pre-edited form.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w-DcNPFWhbk

Time for more shitmydadsays

shitmydadsays

"Son, no one gives a shit about all the things your cell phone does. You didn't invent it, you just bought it. Anybody can do that."

"I hate paying bills... Son, don't say "me too." I didn't say that looking to relate to you. I said it instead of "go away."

"You worry too much. Eat some bacon... What? No, I got no idea if it'll make you feel better, I just made too much bacon."

"The baby will talk when he talks, relax. It ain't like he knows the cure for cancer and he just ain't spitting it out."

"Just pay the parking ticket. Don't be so outraged. You're not a freedom fighter in the civil rights movement. You double parked."

"You're being fucking dramatic. You own a TV and an air mattress. That's not exactly what I'd call "a lot to lose."

"It's not the gardener's job to pick up the dog shit. If you don't want to pick up the dog shit, then learn a skill like gardening."

We're down to 80 characters

Sigh. There are, like 80 characters in Henry IV Part 1, Part 2, and Henry V. But some of them are the same person, just with a new title, so I have to weed them out. And then I need to figure out which characters are minor and easy to cut. And then I'll still be left with too many characters, so I need to blend some, cut some, etc.

Sigh sigh sigh.

But I've got a nice little spreadsheet now. I think I've earned the right to go to bed.

ohhhh i'm so sleeeepyyyyy

My new fave author.

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Yes, I should be working on my book. I am! I opened up all my files. I put on the right music. And then I sat there staring at the screen. Staaaaring... sigh. I'm so so sleepy. Sleeeeepyyyyy. But the last few nights I at least make myself work out one plot point before I go to bed.

Soooo sleeeeeepyyyyy.

There will be blood

The Curse of the Full Time Manager is starting to take effect. I'm getting that "och i'm so tired" feeling when I get home, plus the overtime here and there, here and there. Och aye! This month... Nanowrimo and FTM will battle it out for supremacy! Scaaaary.

Stratfordganza Day 3: À l fin de l'envoi je touche!

Our third day was Cyrano de Bergerac, again at the Festival Theatre. Here's the Shakespeare garden, looking a little worse for wear in this weather.

Here the Boyz discuss the merits of Cyrano, as they wait for the doors to open.

One thing that's fun about Stratford--a bit like being at a convention--is that everyone's there for the same reason, so they're all fun to talk to. Like, one day I was standing in the shop and said: "Colm Feore was so great in xyz" and the woman behind me said (gushing) "Colm Feore is great in anything!" And we were both going to see Cyrano the next day.

And at West Side Story when Gilby warned the people around us that he might break out singing, both the woman behind us and the woman in front of us said they would join him.

And at Cyrano there was a girl behind us who'd been here earlier in the summer with her mom, and had to come back and see Cyrano again with her sister. It was alll sooo chummy.

After the play we set off back to Toronto.

At the airport I got on a standby flight back home. Here we are with our last cranberry juice, at the airport.

And here we are on the city bus going home. We just finished reading our second E. Lockhart book, which was, appropriately, about kids at a theatre summer camp.
And that was the end of Stratfordganza. It was so fun, I wish I could do it every year.