"I would there were no age between sixteen and three-and-twenty, or that youth would sleep out the rest; for there is nothing in the between but getting wenches with child, wronging the ancientry, stealing, fighting--Hark you now! Would any but these boiled brains of nineteen and two-and-twenty hunt this weather? They have scared away two of my ( Read more... )

So, AFIA due to RL busyness - work, health, technical difficulties (not serious ones, just a series of complications) - as well as my running-late effort to get something together for Shakespeare's birthday and deciding to make that my International Pixel-Stained Technopeasant Day entry as well - and then radically changing my concept halfway ( Read more... )

Full many a glorious morning have I seen ( Read more... )

(I had other posts on other things, from fresh hypocrisy from pseudo-prolifers to l'affaire Watergate to the chemical plant blowup in China, but my wretched miserable arthritic camel of a computer has been locking up repeatedly, so those will have to wait. I'm passing up the "opportunity" to see Michael Flatley in the flesh (and leather pants) for ( Read more... )