Inevitably snurched from weyoun21, among others
When you see this on your friends list, quote something from Shakespeare.
PROSPERO: You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
(The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1)
Bonus QOD: "I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind." (From King Henry VI, Part 1; Act V, Scene III...but first seen by me on a pen the incredibly awesome serendipityxxi sent to me from the rebuilt Globe Theatre in England!)
Double Bonus: Being shamless, I had to throw this in there too...an excerpt from my one of my own Bard/Farscape combo-plays, as performed by and for Scapers at Scapercon 2002.."A Midsummer Noon's Scape".
In this scene Rygel, a la Bottom, is hiding from the enchanted, infatuated Aeryn Sun (a la Titania)...when his body threatens to betray him!
(RYGEL, having escaped from Aeryn, runs in stage left, and hides behind some scenery or under a table. He looks like he’s in pain, and he clutches his stomach(s).)
Something is rotten in my three stomachs…
Yet if I give it voice, with Aeryn near
Shall it not give my hiding place away?
To fart or not to fart-that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the gut to suffer
The indigestion of outrageous tummies,
Or to break winds against a sea of grumblies
And by flatulence end them. To fart, to peep….
For who would bear the aches and pains of gas
When he might his stomachs quietus make
With bare buttcheeks? Who wouldn’t fart but bear…
Oh, FRELL IT!
(A loud fart effect is heard, and Aeryn runs right to Rygel’s hiding place and drags him out...)
With my apologies to Will!
PROSPERO: You do look, my son, in a moved sort,
As if you were dismay'd: be cheerful, sir.
Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
(The Tempest, Act IV, Scene 1)
Bonus QOD: "I'll call for pen and ink, and write my mind." (From King Henry VI, Part 1; Act V, Scene III...but first seen by me on a pen the incredibly awesome serendipityxxi sent to me from the rebuilt Globe Theatre in England!)
Double Bonus: Being shamless, I had to throw this in there too...an excerpt from my one of my own Bard/Farscape combo-plays, as performed by and for Scapers at Scapercon 2002.."A Midsummer Noon's Scape".
In this scene Rygel, a la Bottom, is hiding from the enchanted, infatuated Aeryn Sun (a la Titania)...when his body threatens to betray him!
(RYGEL, having escaped from Aeryn, runs in stage left, and hides behind some scenery or under a table. He looks like he’s in pain, and he clutches his stomach(s).)
Something is rotten in my three stomachs…
Yet if I give it voice, with Aeryn near
Shall it not give my hiding place away?
To fart or not to fart-that is the question:
Whether ‘tis nobler in the gut to suffer
The indigestion of outrageous tummies,
Or to break winds against a sea of grumblies
And by flatulence end them. To fart, to peep….
For who would bear the aches and pains of gas
When he might his stomachs quietus make
With bare buttcheeks? Who wouldn’t fart but bear…
Oh, FRELL IT!
(A loud fart effect is heard, and Aeryn runs right to Rygel’s hiding place and drags him out...)
With my apologies to Will!