Well, okay, at present it's just sitting there in boxes waiting to achieve true shelfness, but still, appreciable progress in making my apartment habitable again. (Even if it did require about an hour of last-minute dithering about colors in the Ikea showroom. You would not think it would be that hard to decide between different shades of brown, and yet.) I even got some pretty magazine files for the comics, so I can pretend like they're decorative.
I also went to see the last performance of Synetic's Three Musketeers with
neotoma. As expected, it was an enormous amount of fun, lots of banter and swordplay everywhere. I particularly liked D'Artagnan, who was a gloriously endearing dork, and Richelieu, who was both effectively acted and staged as the Manipulative Menace Behind Everything--at one point, M'lady De Winter and Rochefort come to report to Richelieu, who has not appeared yet and is standing behind a gate. But since the characters are looking towards the audience as they speak and it's not clear where Richelieu is, the impression you get is that he's a bodiless and omnipresent malevolence. (The fact that the gate is circular and lit up in red like the Eye of Sauron does not help dispel this impression, either. I love Synetic's staging.)
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