Shakespeare and Bon Jovi in the same post! YES.
Friday Post Into the Void:
- china_shop and I managed to exhaust not one, but TWO of the cordless phone handsets in my house last night, over the course of a conversation. China: "I feel so accomplished!" ♥ ♥ ♥
- My BFF and her newly-minted hubby are here for the weekend, and we all braving PAX. Not really my corner of fandom, but still fandom, so it should be interesting! AND I will be large-event-double-dipping and sneaking out to catch the Crash Kings' set at Bumbershoot on Sunday. I HOPE. It feels very odd to buy a ticket for the DAY just for one band, and I feel like I'm wasting it, in a sense, but... they have an hour set to themselves and since they haven't headlined anywhere near here, it's kinda my only opportunity to hear them play more than a few songs. So... should be good, I hope!
- Random (though I'm sure there is fic for this) Slash Pairing #1: Jon Bon Jovi/Richie Sambora. From the Bon Jovi/Sugarland Crossroads special:
Jon (after "It's My Life"): There's gonna be no living with Richie Sambora now. 'Cause he's got this beautiful blonde girl all [illustrative motions] while he's playing, and... I'm not gonna do that.
Jennifer Nettles: You're next, Jonny! You're next!
Jon: That ain't happenin'...
Richie: You been doing that to me for YEARS.
And that, my friends, is canon.
- Random (though there SHOULD be fic for this OMG) Slash Pairing #2: Henry V/Lord Scroop. Look, I know I mentioned this already, but SERIOUSLY. For those of you unfamiliar (or who, like me, haven't seen/read this in a while), at the beginning of Henry V, three lords conspire to have the king killed. Hal (I call him Hal, what with him being my boyfriend and all) finds out about it, and sets a little OH NO YOU DIDN'T moment up for the three betrayers. He dispenses with the accusations of the first two in about nine lines. Then he proceeds to rail at Scroop for the next FORTY-EIGHT. It starts with:
But, O,
What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!
Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use,
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
That might annoy my finger?
and ends with:
O, how hast thou with 'jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned?
Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Why, so didst thou: seem they religious?
Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet,
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,
Not working with the eye without the ear,
And but in purged judgment trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man and best indued
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.
DUDE. That is some angst. (It's actually quite a lovely scene, in a terribly sad way; full text here.) And according to what I can read of this (I do not have full access because I am not cool enough), "The motif of Scroop's having been Henry's bedfellow figures prominently in Sir John Oldcastle (1599)," a play sometimes attributed to Shakespeare. OIC. I mean, childhood bedfellow, but still.
IJS.
Our version involved a lot of impassioned face-gripping. Apparently Branagh's version (it's been a while for me, though I intend to rectify that soon) has Hal ending on top of Scroop on a table, with their faces a couple of inches apart. Yeeeeeah. Thank you!
The same article above talks about how apparently some scholars are shocked at the vehemence of Hal's reaction there. Dude, if I found out my best friend had conspired to have me killed? I'd be at LEAST forty-eight lines' worth of pissed off and hurt. And it's not just the betrayal itself (which would be pretty fucking awful all on its own), but the fact that if Scroop could--who appeared, according to Henry, to be loyal and honorable in every way--then who couldn't? Slash aside, do these scholars even have friends?
Anyway. These are the things I am thinking about as I wait for the clock to tick over to GOING HOME TIMES. I hope you all have an awesome weekend, wherever it may or may not take you!
- china_shop and I managed to exhaust not one, but TWO of the cordless phone handsets in my house last night, over the course of a conversation. China: "I feel so accomplished!" ♥ ♥ ♥
- My BFF and her newly-minted hubby are here for the weekend, and we all braving PAX. Not really my corner of fandom, but still fandom, so it should be interesting! AND I will be large-event-double-dipping and sneaking out to catch the Crash Kings' set at Bumbershoot on Sunday. I HOPE. It feels very odd to buy a ticket for the DAY just for one band, and I feel like I'm wasting it, in a sense, but... they have an hour set to themselves and since they haven't headlined anywhere near here, it's kinda my only opportunity to hear them play more than a few songs. So... should be good, I hope!
- Random (though I'm sure there is fic for this) Slash Pairing #1: Jon Bon Jovi/Richie Sambora. From the Bon Jovi/Sugarland Crossroads special:
Jon (after "It's My Life"): There's gonna be no living with Richie Sambora now. 'Cause he's got this beautiful blonde girl all [illustrative motions] while he's playing, and... I'm not gonna do that.
Jennifer Nettles: You're next, Jonny! You're next!
Jon: That ain't happenin'...
Richie: You been doing that to me for YEARS.
And that, my friends, is canon.
- Random (though there SHOULD be fic for this OMG) Slash Pairing #2: Henry V/Lord Scroop. Look, I know I mentioned this already, but SERIOUSLY. For those of you unfamiliar (or who, like me, haven't seen/read this in a while), at the beginning of Henry V, three lords conspire to have the king killed. Hal (I call him Hal, what with him being my boyfriend and all) finds out about it, and sets a little OH NO YOU DIDN'T moment up for the three betrayers. He dispenses with the accusations of the first two in about nine lines. Then he proceeds to rail at Scroop for the next FORTY-EIGHT. It starts with:
But, O,
What shall I say to thee, Lord Scroop? thou cruel,
Ingrateful, savage and inhuman creature!
Thou that didst bear the key of all my counsels,
That knew'st the very bottom of my soul,
That almost mightst have coin'd me into gold,
Wouldst thou have practised on me for thy use,
May it be possible, that foreign hire
Could out of thee extract one spark of evil
That might annoy my finger?
and ends with:
O, how hast thou with 'jealousy infected
The sweetness of affiance! Show men dutiful?
Why, so didst thou: seem they grave and learned?
Why, so didst thou: come they of noble family?
Why, so didst thou: seem they religious?
Why, so didst thou: or are they spare in diet,
Free from gross passion or of mirth or anger,
Constant in spirit, not swerving with the blood,
Garnish'd and deck'd in modest complement,
Not working with the eye without the ear,
And but in purged judgment trusting neither?
Such and so finely bolted didst thou seem:
And thus thy fall hath left a kind of blot,
To mark the full-fraught man and best indued
With some suspicion. I will weep for thee;
For this revolt of thine, methinks, is like
Another fall of man.
DUDE. That is some angst. (It's actually quite a lovely scene, in a terribly sad way; full text here.) And according to what I can read of this (I do not have full access because I am not cool enough), "The motif of Scroop's having been Henry's bedfellow figures prominently in Sir John Oldcastle (1599)," a play sometimes attributed to Shakespeare. OIC. I mean, childhood bedfellow, but still.
IJS.
Our version involved a lot of impassioned face-gripping. Apparently Branagh's version (it's been a while for me, though I intend to rectify that soon) has Hal ending on top of Scroop on a table, with their faces a couple of inches apart. Yeeeeeah. Thank you!
The same article above talks about how apparently some scholars are shocked at the vehemence of Hal's reaction there. Dude, if I found out my best friend had conspired to have me killed? I'd be at LEAST forty-eight lines' worth of pissed off and hurt. And it's not just the betrayal itself (which would be pretty fucking awful all on its own), but the fact that if Scroop could--who appeared, according to Henry, to be loyal and honorable in every way--then who couldn't? Slash aside, do these scholars even have friends?
Anyway. These are the things I am thinking about as I wait for the clock to tick over to GOING HOME TIMES. I hope you all have an awesome weekend, wherever it may or may not take you!