By all accounts, it doesn't make sense.
So, on Friday? I totally spent the night at a LLAMA FARM. David was farm-sitting for one of his professors, and he and Lynn decided it was way too horror-movie for them to be out there alone, so they invited Meera and me to hang. We played with the psychotic dogs and drank cider and watch Tom Yum Goong, which is probably the only Thai action movie named after soup and featuring Tony Jaa's quest to recover his stolen elephants. It was pretty awesome.
Saturday morning we got to feed the llamas and alpacas! The llamas were more friendly, but the alpacas were softer to pet. One tried to spit at me. It was pretty awesome. Then I had to come back to the W-burg for a concert for prospies. Saturday night, we went to see Shakespeare in the Dark's Measure for Measure. It was a pretty good production -- the acting was a lot more even than some of their past productions (although some people had some ACTING! moments, though this is kind of inevitable in Shakespeare plays) -- though it lacked the extra awesomeness of their Midsummer. My Brit Lit I professor Hailey played a pimp, which was pretty entertaining. I had a couple quibbles with it, though, and mostly they had to do with how the Duke was portrayed. He came across as an arrogant bastard, which is totally fine, except they also staged an unambiguously happy ending, and I really feel you can't do both, because that means you have this dude who kind of shirks his power, waffles around scheming instead of chastising his corrupt replacement, tricks Isabella into thinking her brother is dead so she's more grateful when she finds out he's not, and then apparently getting to marry her with no objections. He screws up, a LOT... and nothing happens, everything ends happily. NOT COOL. Also, he was apparently shacking up with Mariana (!), which would have been interesting if not for 1) we all assumed he was gay (swishing around and yelling "He was not INCLINED that way!" when someone insinuates he was sleeping with girls will do that) and 2) it didn't go anywhere, made him look like an even bigger jerk AND a hypocrite, and destroyed Mariana's "O I am so depressed" cred (not to mention her virtuous woman cred). He was basically Angelo without the sexual harassment. Finally, they did not do a good job AT ALL of showing Isabella falling for the Duke. Having ONE scene where he violates her personal space and she doesn't seem to mind much does NOT count. In a play where you don't actually find out until literally the last page that he wants to marry her, staging and acting and body language and chemistry are a must, unless you just want to surprise both Isabella AND the audience. So it was a total cop-out to have him be all "PS Isabella let's get married!" and have her be all ::smoochies::. She wanted to be a NUN, after all. You have to sell it a little harder to get me to believe she'll leave her vocation at a moment's notice to be with Duke Jackass McHypocrite, with whom she has shared maybe one moment of possible attraction.
I was amused, however, to recall that while we stayed in Vienna during spring break, our apartments were totally in the sex shop part of town. Some things never change.
Sunday I accidentally slept for almost 11 hours, because my alarm took daylight savings into account, but I did not. Also, apparently some of the llamas and alpacas escaped and David had to spend the afternoon chasing them around. Heh. We went to mug night at the Leafe, and Natasha and I watched "Dead Man's Blood". All in all, it was a pretty awesome weekend.
In conclusion: this week's preview for SPooN looks suspiciously like it will feature The Flying Dutchman. Hah. Also, I am watching the BBC's version of Henry IV, Part 1, and if you go solely by hairstyles, it stars Prince Valiant as Hal, Art Garfunkel as Hotspur, and a bearded Emma Peel as the King. Awesome.
Saturday morning we got to feed the llamas and alpacas! The llamas were more friendly, but the alpacas were softer to pet. One tried to spit at me. It was pretty awesome. Then I had to come back to the W-burg for a concert for prospies. Saturday night, we went to see Shakespeare in the Dark's Measure for Measure. It was a pretty good production -- the acting was a lot more even than some of their past productions (although some people had some ACTING! moments, though this is kind of inevitable in Shakespeare plays) -- though it lacked the extra awesomeness of their Midsummer. My Brit Lit I professor Hailey played a pimp, which was pretty entertaining. I had a couple quibbles with it, though, and mostly they had to do with how the Duke was portrayed. He came across as an arrogant bastard, which is totally fine, except they also staged an unambiguously happy ending, and I really feel you can't do both, because that means you have this dude who kind of shirks his power, waffles around scheming instead of chastising his corrupt replacement, tricks Isabella into thinking her brother is dead so she's more grateful when she finds out he's not, and then apparently getting to marry her with no objections. He screws up, a LOT... and nothing happens, everything ends happily. NOT COOL. Also, he was apparently shacking up with Mariana (!), which would have been interesting if not for 1) we all assumed he was gay (swishing around and yelling "He was not INCLINED that way!" when someone insinuates he was sleeping with girls will do that) and 2) it didn't go anywhere, made him look like an even bigger jerk AND a hypocrite, and destroyed Mariana's "O I am so depressed" cred (not to mention her virtuous woman cred). He was basically Angelo without the sexual harassment. Finally, they did not do a good job AT ALL of showing Isabella falling for the Duke. Having ONE scene where he violates her personal space and she doesn't seem to mind much does NOT count. In a play where you don't actually find out until literally the last page that he wants to marry her, staging and acting and body language and chemistry are a must, unless you just want to surprise both Isabella AND the audience. So it was a total cop-out to have him be all "PS Isabella let's get married!" and have her be all ::smoochies::. She wanted to be a NUN, after all. You have to sell it a little harder to get me to believe she'll leave her vocation at a moment's notice to be with Duke Jackass McHypocrite, with whom she has shared maybe one moment of possible attraction.
I was amused, however, to recall that while we stayed in Vienna during spring break, our apartments were totally in the sex shop part of town. Some things never change.
Sunday I accidentally slept for almost 11 hours, because my alarm took daylight savings into account, but I did not. Also, apparently some of the llamas and alpacas escaped and David had to spend the afternoon chasing them around. Heh. We went to mug night at the Leafe, and Natasha and I watched "Dead Man's Blood". All in all, it was a pretty awesome weekend.
In conclusion: this week's preview for SPooN looks suspiciously like it will feature The Flying Dutchman. Hah. Also, I am watching the BBC's version of Henry IV, Part 1, and if you go solely by hairstyles, it stars Prince Valiant as Hal, Art Garfunkel as Hotspur, and a bearded Emma Peel as the King. Awesome.