Well, good on Kittenish for studying so hard! I'll bet you made her crack the books hard every. single. night.

I saw a great Titus about 11 years ago that involved pumpkin slaughter and large amounts of stage blood. Kept me entertained.

My issue is the same one I have with most modern comedies -- 99% of the time, all the mistaken identity confusion could be solved by one simple conversation that the characters go to extreme lengths to avoid having. It's tiresome after the umpteenth identical plot.

This reminds me of Steph's Who's On First issues.

I did see a good Dream once, with trapeze. The guy who played Moth, later in his career, headed a dance company of which my SiL was part.

So apparently Laga put the ball in my pocket when we were driving somewhere and I was on the phone and oblivious. These pants have been washed since then. She's just been lying in wait, all stealthy.

Weirdo.

I believe in education. She's studying right now. For all forms of studying that mean shut away from Puppycat The Snack Thief with a bowl of food.

She taps at me when she is hungry or it's time to be shot. Very cute now that her claws have been trimmed. Pet, pet, pet... Pet, pet, pet... Mooooooooooom!

Hee. My sister just got "uninvited" from a wedding. Who does that?

My sister just got "uninvited" from a wedding. Who does that?

I was uninvited from a wedding once. I was supposed to have been the maid of honor, too. I don't talk to that person anymore.

Perhaps the inviters are having as cranky, tired and out of sorts day as I am? (And my co-workers. . . can an entire office close down due to gronk?)

Drive by to say welcome to Weirdo Laga! Any stealthy orange ball hiding person is a friend in my book.

Hee. My sister just got "uninvited" from a wedding. Who does that?

People who can't afford chicken.

I love Shakespeare. a year ago I went to the stratford shakespeare festival in ontario and saw a lovely production of the tempest. Tempest is by far not one of my favorites, but it was still excellent. They also did a production of As You Like It that was cleverly staged in post-Vietnam America.

My favorite Shakespeare is Twelfth Night, for a multiple of reasons, not the least of which is being titillated by cross-dressing at the tender age of 13. I love the sonnets as well; I used to read them out loud in my room. My mother's MA was in Shakespeare; I inherited her single volume of Shakespeare plays and sonnets from her time in college, which I dearly cherish, for all the notes in the margins she made. My younger sister and I grew up with the simplified versions of Shakespeare's plays as our nighttime reading. The love I feel for his work cannot be reckoned in normal space.

Yeah, but Midsummer is all about sex. Like, if we can't talk about it, it doesn't really make much sense. I know that's often the starter, though.