Well, whatever I do will be followed by walking to Trader Joes and then walking back with a few bags of groceries, and then cooking. (Or, at least, heating up frozen things and topping with bottled sauce.) I think I'll do a cursury kitchen cleaning (take out the trash, get the dirty dishes in the dishwasher) and then try to do some research. Because I just remembered that I need to be at the department later on this afternoon anyway.
Willow ,'Get It Done'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
And then I get gutpunched by the pointless viciousness of the family politics, and the sheer stupid unfairness of the cost to R&J.
Very, very true. Especially Juliet's father coming down on her like a sack of oranges.
It helps that I've recently(ish) seen a couple good performances of Juliet. For a while, it seemed that she was being played as a modern 13-year-old, with that kind of sheltering, instead of as a girl who could reasonably be expected to start bearing children ASAP. That can't happen - Juliet needs to be a little more wordly to be believable, which is why I liked Claire Danes' performance.
Not to interrupt the Shakespeare fest, but...
PIIEEEEEE!!!
I am eating pumpkin pie. With whipped cream. At work. Work rocks.
Pie?
Whimpers.
There's no pie here.
Pie would cure my headache. I'm sure of it. Must find pie.
When come back, bring pie.
Oh, also --
So yeah. If you want to talk about gut-wrenching unrequited love or ugly ladies of the night with a bad case of the clap at your wedding, Shakespeare's sonnets are for you! Otherwise, not so much.
I feel like an uneducated hick for liking the sonnets.
I feel like an uneducated hick for liking the sonnets.
Why? They're chock-full of awesome language, burning passion, and they're travel-sized (as compared to The Rape Of Lucrece) - what's not to like?
I feel like an uneducated hick for not having read the sonnets. And reading maybe five of the plays, all told. I'm not counting the ones I used Cliffs Notes for.
what's not to like?
....but.... didn't Jen say they were about ugly ladies of the night with a bad case of clap? Or lame-ass unrequited love?
It's just...there are some sonnets that I think are utterly lovely, and I had thought they were about (requited) love, but now I feel like a dunce.