I DO I DO!!!
Come on up!!
Is there a way to harass you remotely?
I'm sure we can find a way, but wouldn't you rather work on the transporter technology?
I do too! Hey, wait... I can!
YAY!
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I DO I DO!!!
Come on up!!
Is there a way to harass you remotely?
I'm sure we can find a way, but wouldn't you rather work on the transporter technology?
I do too! Hey, wait... I can!
YAY!
So what did people do this weekend?
Saturday morning I helped a boy move.
Saturday night I made food for a bridal shower.
Sunday morning was said bridal shower.
Sunday night I helped the boy unpack and asked him to the wedding.
It's the ciiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiircle of weekend...
On Saturday I went to Emmett's tournament (on the same Little League field that Dontrelle Willis played on throughout his childhood, just a couple of blocks from Suzi's house), watched his team lose one early-morning game (perking up noticeably around midmorning, and, really, if they'd had one more inning they would have taken back the lead) and win a late-morning game in a breeze, a walk, and other metaphors of insouciant ease. Then I came home, napped most of the afternoon, and pottered around with the bookshelves in the evening.
Sunday, church followed by driving out to Castro Valley with my dad to pick up a crib and a lingerie chest for the Halloweenie (not that we're planning on providing her with lingerie, just that it's very tall and narrow and thus good for small spaces), thence to home, where I curled up on the bed with Wesley Stace's Misfortune and promptly fell asleep until 10:30, when I awoke, finished the book, and fell back into a coma.
Which is no reflection on Misfortune, which is an excellent, excellent novel.
In conclusion, I am become boring as all hell. Please send cuddly beagles.
I'm going to pretend the hot guy was a mover, and not a neighbor I had never seen before.
Sensible plan.
I want to go home now, before anyone can decide they have work for me to do after all.
Ouise, I probably sold you the ticket for that play. One of the actors was my roommate.
No way! Which one was she? I found out about it (although I evidently didn't get enough information on it) because one or both of them came on Spinsters On Air (translation for non-Haligonians: a radio show I cohosted back in the day on CKDU, our local campus and community station and which I know Sue listened to while I was on it).
And it took the internet for us to actually meet.
JZ!! Question - what do you think of Jack & Kate (from Slings & Arrows) playing Benedick & Beatrice 10 years in the future? Is there another couple that fits them better? I mean, Geoffrey & Ellen were born to play that, definitely, but I'm wondering about those two. Maybe Antonio & Portia from Merchant? Definitely not Shrew.... Perhaps Orsino & Viola from Twelfth Night?
(Sorry, y'all, just burbling here as I'm trying to help someone out. Also, mad craving my S1 DVDs.)
No way! Which one was she?
Her name is Michelle, and she played Hypatia. (I think! it was so long ago.)
Beatrice and Benedick definitely, and Antonio and Portia mos def. And, actually, I can kinda see them possibly pulling off Shrew... one of the deleted scenes on the DVD set shows Jack horsing around and goofily glorying in Shakespearean wordplay in a way that makes you think he's got the range for it.
Others... Miranda and Ferdinand. Rosalind and Orlando. Many, many years later, Leontes and Hermione.
For some reason, the Orsino and Viola in my brain have more of an age difference than Jack and Kate. Whether this corresponds at all to the Orsino and Viola who exist in the actual text, I have no idea.
not that we're planning on providing her with lingerie
What? No trousseau?
In conclusion, I am become boring as all hell.
Nonsense. Nobody who can actually pull off "am become" in this day and age could ever be boring. But you gotta get on that trousseau thing.
A trousseau is one thing, with a set of nice crisp monogrammed sheets and all, but, really, I'm only going to start setting aside lingerie for the Halloweenie if I decide that I need to skeeve her nigh to death at some future point. Lord knows I can barely stand the knowledge that my parents are aware that I occasionally need underwear, and I don't even want to think about them thinking about the fact that I occasionally wear it recreationally; I sure as hell don't want them buying me anything that actually qualifies as lingerie.