Not to interrupt the Shakespeare fest, but...
PIIEEEEEE!!!
I am eating pumpkin pie. With whipped cream. At work. Work rocks.
I like money better than people. People can so rarely be exchanged for goods and/or services!
Willow ,'Showtime'
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.
SailAweigh - Oct 24, 2006 7:36:24 am PDT #8539 of 10000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
WindSparrow - Oct 24, 2006 7:39:15 am PDT #8540 of 10000
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Pie?
Whimpers.
There's no pie here.
SuziQ - Oct 24, 2006 7:41:59 am PDT #8541 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Pie would cure my headache. I'm sure of it. Must find pie.
Steph L. - Oct 24, 2006 7:45:45 am PDT #8542 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
When come back, bring pie.
Steph L. - Oct 24, 2006 7:47:00 am PDT #8543 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
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.
juliana - Oct 24, 2006 7:57:04 am PDT #8544 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
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?
Amy - Oct 24, 2006 8:00:27 am PDT #8545 of 10000
Because books.
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.
Steph L. - Oct 24, 2006 8:00:30 am PDT #8546 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
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.
juliana - Oct 24, 2006 8:15:53 am PDT #8547 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
It's just...there are some sonnets that I think are utterly lovely,
Then enjoy them. There's a lot of bitter, but there's some perfectly lovely moments, too. My favorite is:
Betwixt mine eye and heart a league is took,
And each doth good turns now unto the other:
When that mine eye is famish'd for a look,
Or heart in love with sighs himself doth smother,
With my love's picture then my eye doth feast,
And to the painted banquet bids my heart;
Another time mine eye is my heart's guest,
And in his thoughts of love doth share a part:
So, either by thy picture or my love,
Thy self away, art present still with me;
For thou not farther than my thoughts canst move,
And I am still with them, and they with thee;
Or, if they sleep, thy picture in my sight
Awakes my heart, to heart's and eye's delight.
You can make the argument that he's pining, but it's a perfectly wonderful example of the melancholy of separation. I think.
Daisy Jane - Oct 24, 2006 8:19:56 am PDT #8548 of 10000
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
My favorite is 114, I think. "Tis better to be vile than vile esteemed..."
I need pie, or a meatball sub. Or, BOTH!