Does anyone remember the songs from the episode of Gilligan's Island where they did a musical version of Hamlet?
No, but I am remembering the Brady Bunch doing Snow White.
This is a dangerous game.
Willow ,'Same Time, Same Place'
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Does anyone remember the songs from the episode of Gilligan's Island where they did a musical version of Hamlet?
No, but I am remembering the Brady Bunch doing Snow White.
This is a dangerous game.
Does anyone remember the songs from the episode of Gilligan's Island where they did a musical version of Hamlet?
Oh yeah.
Now I want to turn the theme from The Greatest American Hero into a mnemonic device.
Oh yes, I sing those all the time.
There's one other thing I ask of you
To thine ownself be true!
The second one always morphs into or gets tangled up with the version of the Toreador Song my dad likes to sing "Toreador don't spit on the floor/use the cuspidor/ that is what it's for". Which usually leads me to 'The Blue Danube Waltz by Johann Strauss/He lives in a house with Mickey Mouse" and eventually to the various Bugs Bunny operas.
I really like TJ's Gingerbread Coffee., btw.
I personally liked the Moonlighting Version of Taming of the Shrew.
Believe it or not, George isn't at home
I personally liked the Moonlighting Version of Taming of the Shrew.
I think I liked it at the time but now all I can remember is the "we hate iambic pentameter" line at the end.
Yesterday, my chest/pecs was really achy from the little bit of shovelling I did. I thought, man I have no upper body strength. Then I made French onion soup, and while deglazing the pan, I got a lungful of red wine fumes that made me cough and cough for the rest of the night. Then around midnight, fever set in, and I realized that I wasn't necessarily weak as a kitten nor did I scorch my lungs with steam. I've got some kind of weird cold/flu, centred in my chest. I woke up sounding like Patti and/or Selma.
I have the day off and it's still looking like Hoth outside, so I am tucked in for the day, horrifying Oz with my renditions of Leonard Cohen tunes.
Wow, I do not know any of these TV-Shakespeare collabs.
I got an early morning phone call from a site in Nebraska. Darn them and their central time! But I got up and had my pancakes and coffee. And am now dilly-dallying. Four more days til vacation...
Feel better, Sue!
There's six or seven inches of snow atop my birdbath. That's close enough to Hoth for me.
It's like Naboo here. Sorry, all you Hoth dwellers. [link]