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Oh my stars, how I love Hiro, Micah, Peter, Claire, the new guy...let me count the ways. Seriously the whole drama between Claire and her dad is breaking my heart. You can see that she adores him, and he her, but the truth is just too big for them to share.
Of the funny...when the reveal for next week showed the arm and hand of Claire's biodad? I hollered "NATHAN".
To which Brack responded, "No. No way. Nathan's not old enough."
Me: "Sweetie, Nathan's in his late thirties, like you. He's old enough to have a 16 year old daughter."
Brack: "Nooooo. Because *I* am not old enough, therefore Nathan isn't old enough. Stop talking."
Me: "Hee."
/singsong
Gaeta's a cylon. Gaeta's a cylon. /singsong.
And other than television, my classes seem fun. The architecture class is gonna be great because my prof is way into Arts and Crafts homes, just like me. And we have the same alternating respect/disdain for Frank Lloyd Wright. And the Cultural History class is rocking. Right now we are reading a book on Shakespeare in the late 19th century in America and how at the time Shakespeare was not "elite" or "high" culture. It was for everybody. And damn did the audiences let the actors know if they were screwing up.
From the book "Highbrow/Lowbrow":
"In the winter of 1856 Hugh F. McDermott's depiction of Richard III did not meet the critical expectations of his Sacramento audience. During the early scenes of Act I 'a few carrots timidly thrown, had made their appearance,' but the full ardor of the audience was roused only when Richard's killing of Henry included a "thrust, a posteriori, after Henry had fallen.' Then, the Sacremento Daily Union reported, "Cabbages, carrots, pumpkins, potatoes, a wreath of vegetables, a sack of flour and one of soot, and a dead goose, simultaneously fell upon the stage." The barrage woke the dead Henry, who fled followed by Richard, "his head enveloped in a halo of vegetable glory." Pleas from the manager induced the audience to allow the play to go on - but not for long. In Act II, McDermott's inept wooing of Lady Anne again exhausted the patience of the audience. 'When Richard placed the sword in her hand,' a reporter observed, 'one half of the house, at least, asked that it might be plunged into his body.' This storm of shouts was followed by a renewal of the vegetable shower accompanied this time by Chinese firecrackers. As poor Richard fled for the second time, 'a well directed pumpkin caused him to stagger, and with truer aim, a potato relieved him of his cap, which was left upon the field of glory, among the cabbages.'"
Dude. That's fucking great. And apparently not uncommon. I'm gonna love this class.