tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40994906851985904812011-07-08T08:36:30.209+01:00Life with Shakespeare and other oddities.Arcadiannoreply@blogger.comBlogger1611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-5003872177597569122010-09-29T01:13:00.002+01:002010-09-29T01:15:51.346+01:00

I'm sorry to announce that I will no longer post on this weblog.With my travels over, and my updates rare, I feel that it has run its course. If you'd like to read more current writing, I contribute to the feminist/pop culture blog Fishnet Bluestockings. I post on Mondays under the name Arcadian.Thank you for reading!

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-50378083913864507192010-02-14T20:26:00.003Z2010-02-14T23:14:26.401Z

Today is Valentine's Day. I really don't want to be the sort of person who writes about Valentine's Day, on Valentine's Day, for any reason. There are loads of people who do that. There are newspaper articles about romantic restaurants, and romantic movies, and which books are secretly lovers. There are feminist rants about how Valentine's Day is a sick joke. There are all the advertisements

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-33465102924436331082010-01-21T01:06:00.003Z2010-01-21T01:08:26.315Z

Sometimes I have time and inclination to ponder deep thoughts in writing. This is not one of those times.This is just to let you know that this blog:http://www.childrenofthenineties.blogspot.comwill creep you the hell out if you were born between 1980 and 1995. I don't remember every single thing they post about, but I remember more than enough to shake my head in bemusement and shame. Check it

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-88714746437975558822010-01-16T18:35:00.004Z2010-01-16T18:54:55.457Z

Does anyone know how to read multiple books at the same time? Or to read and knit simultaneously? Or to read (properly, not listen) while washing dishes? Or how to motivate myself to do any of these things more individually?You know, I just read an article about the "Quarterlife Crisis" about how people my age have so much potential and they've been told they can do whatever they want and then

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-25790160160318819532010-01-13T20:43:00.003Z2010-01-13T20:56:32.527Z

So, you know, some of them might as well end up on my blog. Today I had an essay due. It was a pretty big one, 5000 words (14 pages, approximately) and a solid part of my grade in one of my modules from last term. Last night, I started it.Okay, check it, don't tell my mom this. (My mom herself does not read this blog; she says it's to protect my privacy. Because sharing my rambling thoughts

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-74552355079896633492009-11-07T01:38:00.003Z2009-11-07T01:42:16.124Z

Because I am a failure and a terrible person. But I'm back on the wagon, folks. I have thoughts, and soon you'll get to hear them more regularly.I don't usually post any pictures on this blog, particularly of anything personal or identifiable. But I'm going to bite the bullet and post this one, because it commemorated a truly amazing experience.THAT IS EMMA THOMPSON, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-28287211973639079072009-09-06T20:02:00.007+01:002009-09-06T20:54:40.929+01:00

Not really any mustard. Mostly ketchup, because like a failure I haven't written all summer.So, in no particular order:My mum visited! It was lovely. We saw shows, bought clothes and books, and got tattoos. You know, all the usual stuff.I wrote my portfolio. Not, I'm sorry to say, my best work. Between various vacations and so forth, I left it quite late, and had a lot of trouble

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-54852325880771438232009-06-29T22:28:00.003+01:002009-06-29T23:15:52.303+01:00

I have re-cast some of my Troilus.Since we are taking it on the road and up to Student Area of Prestigious Theatre, and two of our actors couldn't make it, some shuffling had to take place. I have actually managed to round up three actors for two slots, which is fairly exciting, as less cast overlapping means a less confused audience. Slightly, anyway. That's the hope.I haven't really done

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-16977532525080065732009-06-25T00:31:00.003+01:002009-06-25T01:55:44.587+01:00

I started watching The Wire again this week, after thinking about watching it for the last six months and rejecting it as too intellectual when I'm trying to do school as well. Now I'm not doing school for the moment (except for that one paper) and I nabbed it from the library while the nabbing was good. I watched season 1 about a year ago, and had planned on watching it again before going to

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-10030416555325405102009-06-22T22:44:00.001+01:002009-06-22T22:45:38.726+01:00

I couldn't help it. This link is my own personal brand of heroin.*snerf*

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-63468894788241727692009-06-22T14:13:00.003+01:002009-06-22T14:31:25.787+01:00

Once again, I must apologize for real life getting in the way of the much more important realm of blogging. I had a major deadline for a project last week, and as such spent most of my waking minutes trying to make my project not suck. (It didn't, but I still felt I could have done better - making my thesis for my portfolio on said project basically write itself.) Another of the side effects of

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-82720590189891689322009-06-01T22:15:00.003+01:002009-06-01T22:16:51.197+01:00

"See, I know my own come-dine-with-me-theory a lot better than you do!"A syllogism about this post:Summer leads to open windows.Open windows allow me to hear drunk people coming home.Drunk people coming home are hilarious.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-31197641527957527392009-05-29T22:34:00.002+01:002009-05-29T22:51:51.099+01:00

Normally I try to refrain from boldly stating my opinion about things I know nothing about. I state my opinion less boldly instead. But a bunch of things together are leading me to say something about marriage.Namely, shut up, people who want to control other people's marriage in any way, shape, or form.I'm not just talking about the whole Prop 8 debacle in California. I mean marriage is the

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-18886873559858911432009-05-24T14:12:00.002+01:002009-05-24T14:39:05.711+01:00

It's my final day of a three-day weekend -- I know, technically Monday is a holiday, but I'm making my goslings work on Monday since none of them could work over the weekend, and so I took Friday off instead, and cleaned. And yesterday, I read a romance novel about mermaids, instead of actually doing anything. And today, I'm going to go outside, into the brilliant 65-degree weather, and just

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-75555786102711012062009-05-21T23:37:00.003+01:002009-05-21T23:54:32.906+01:00

Because I can't read this without sharing. It wouldn't be right. From a link on another blog, I found a blog that copies out one-star reviews of classics of Western culture - music, films, and novels. Not old, boring classics -- we can't all love Aristotle -- but modern, interesting, thought-provoking classics. But here you can learn that:The Godfather "was so violent I couldn't believe it!

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-17524334924042895342009-05-13T17:23:00.005+01:002009-05-14T00:39:23.667+01:00

Troilus and Cressida being the lesser known Shakespeare I'm working on at the moment, and the zombie being me.Honestly, I haven't been writing first because I went home, and had many more social engagements, many fewer minutes of free time, and very limited computer exposure. And since I've been back? It's mostly been stress. (And the difficulty of beginning to write again after one hasn't for

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-36642962968150409252009-03-30T11:14:00.006+01:002009-03-30T11:29:49.076+01:00

My goodness, Wales, you certainly are pretty.I think, just between you and me, you are even prettier than Ireland. You have flowers, after all!But don't tell them; they'll only be insulted.I also like your beaches rather a lot better:But your ocean water is sort of obscenely cold. Well, sorry. But it is. You froze my feet!However, I forgave you, when I saw one of your excellent castles. I am

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-65359563292287184762009-03-27T22:31:00.009Z2009-03-27T22:50:48.941Z

I wandered around Cardiff all day - well, hang on. I wandered around Cardiff for half a day and then got tired and found the library, and then it closed so I found a bookstore, and then it closed so I found a restaurant and had dinner. But there was wandering. In the morning, there was.In the morning, I went HERE:And then I found THIS:I KNOW! So of course I had to do THAT. And I saw this:And

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-32493239008436420912009-03-19T23:13:00.004Z2009-03-19T23:20:50.495Z

Spring break is not for everyone. It's not designed for sorority girls, or fraternity boys. It's not so that what happens in Mexico stays in Mexico. It's not for undergrads at state schools at all, in fact. I know it's been heavily commercialized, but so has Christmas, and every year we get somebody telling us the "true meaning" of the holiday.Ladies and gentlemen, I am here to tell you the "

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-55721596996747963412009-03-15T18:54:00.003Z2009-03-16T14:35:51.555Z

Dear Dick Cheney,Please shut up.Love,The Rest of the World

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-75900172850175242662009-03-15T16:32:00.003Z2009-03-15T18:52:50.619Z

Here comes the sun...I know, I missed a week again. But this time, my excuse is that I was on a train up to Stratford to do a research project. I couldn't update from a train. No, honestly, I couldn't. It was sad.Stratford, though, was not sad. We caught a showing of The Tempest while we were there, and it was just gorgeously, gorgeously done. Antony Sher as Prospero was fairly magnificent,

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-68688946728139274942009-03-01T16:55:00.002Z2009-03-02T01:08:00.160Z

I know, I know, I missed last Sunday. *Hangs head* I'm sorry. I'd just returned from London, I'd just had an interview for a job I didn't get, I was living in squalor, and no update happened. I was a little burnt out and tempted not to update today, but then, you know, it becomes a habit, and before you know it, I'm all back to never update at all.So I finally am NOT living in squalor anymore

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-51856115808449595292009-02-16T22:28:00.003Z2009-02-16T22:33:53.367Z

Obviously, I missed my update day yesterday. My excuse is that I'm staying in London and getting on the net in 15 minute increments at 50p each. Plus, my Globe stuff is very exciting to me, but may be less so to others. I'm having a total blast -- they take us up on the stage to say lines and move around; we're doing text work on Hamlet and Julius Caesar; we have movement, and voice, and stage

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-25556654413618260502009-02-09T19:47:00.001Z2009-02-09T19:48:40.231Z

Guess what I did today....STOOD ON THE STAGE AT THE GLOBE.That is all.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-44868664666160061302009-02-08T22:24:00.002Z2009-02-08T22:34:50.348Z

Whee, much to tell, and only eleven more minutes of internet time. So. Doctor Who must have whupped some serious alien ass over England this week, because the southwest got a freak snowstorm. AS we were driving back from our performance at the naval academy, so we very nearly got caught in it. Well, we DID get caught in it, but luckily we had inside sources and took an alternative route, or we

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-82410731955256977362009-02-03T01:55:00.001Z2009-02-03T01:56:06.528Z

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-69847732811447874922009-02-02T23:51:00.003Z2009-02-02T23:54:15.438Z

Because I know all my readers are absolutely dying to know how I waste time here in England. Pubs? No. Seeing shows? I wish. Saying "cheers"? Never. Studying? Ha! You're funny.What are all those to a person who can play Bubble Spinner?It's a little like Tetris, and a little like Color Junction, and you play it with computer generated balls, which is all the selling points I needed.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-30192245540476974602009-02-02T01:05:00.004Z2009-02-02T01:18:57.702Z

You know, I've been thinking, on and off, what to write about all day long, and I can't come up with basically anything. Not that I haven't done stuff this week, because I have. Oh, brother, have I ever. Monday was last minute rehearsals, Tuesday tech, Wednesday dress, and Thursday our opening. Thursday too, my dad's younger brother (hereafter denoted as Uncle O) arrived here at my uni.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-82229454770625077282009-01-25T23:29:00.004Z2009-01-26T01:02:29.789Z

I had so much stuff to do today, and I did precisely none of it. I did not review my lines. I did not clean my room. I did not go to the grocery store. I didn't catch up on my emails. I didn't even knit the sleeves of the baby sweater I'm working on. I mean, I didn't watch the latest Battlestar. You know it's bad when I consider watching an episode of TV that I like to be a chore.But I did

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-19201534186654138072009-01-23T21:15:00.002Z2009-01-23T21:29:34.944Z

Dude, you guys. I can't walk.Oh, don't freak. I'm not in a wheel chair. But I am bruised, sore, and blistered, and taking weight onto my right leg, or lying down on my right side, hurts like a bitch.It is this way. We have re-choreographed a bit of blocking for the show. Specifically, the part where I keel over and faint. Before, I had someone catching me. Now I fall down on my own. This

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-64074963945593543542009-01-19T01:33:00.002Z2009-01-19T01:51:12.708Z

... is what this rehearsal process is turning out to be. And my reaction? Avoidance. As usual. I just want to stay home and drink cocoa and knit and maybe read. And watch TV. And not deal with rehearsals.I know it's good for me to be this uncomfortable, and I'm learning and growing and blee blee blee, but being uncomfortable is still just... uncomfortable. Which is the kind of thing you

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-11063180961969884912009-01-15T21:57:00.005Z2009-01-19T01:51:43.076Z

My professors toss that word around all the time. I'm pretty sure it means something, but your guess is about as good as mine about what that something might be. Maybe it's the section of the library above where they put the Theatricality books. (Ignore that joke if you don't know Aristotle trivia. What am I talking about? No one knows Aristotle trivia. I am so sleepy, you guys.)I am

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-31897820000278358542009-01-11T22:27:00.003Z2009-01-12T01:32:47.051Z

That's the title of a demonstrative speech I gave in the sixth grade. I was a natural talent then, and I have turned it into a science now. When are my two essays, research work, lines, and choreography work due? That would be.... just under twelve hours from now. How many of those five things are done? Two. Go me!Well, everything else is pretty near done... or, you know, not totally far

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-89902488970665201562009-01-04T18:22:00.003Z2009-01-04T19:53:44.484Z

"It might be a fight like you seen on the screen / a swain getting slain for the love of a queen / some great Shakespearean scene / where a ghost and a prince meet, and everyone ends in mincemeat..."Dude, you guys, I saw Hamlet last week! The RSC Hamlet. With Patrick Stewart. I KNOW!Seriously, it was incredibly exciting. I was in the very back row, so my view wasn't spectacular or anything,

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-37000749692291423372008-12-28T20:17:00.007Z2009-01-19T01:53:32.107Z

New Year's Resolution: To write in my blog weekly, rather than whenever I feel like it. So Sunday is now my update day, and I am all about starting this week while the resolution is still fresh. Earlier the start, sooner the habit forms.I'm hoping that will also work with flossing. I hate flossing.Anyway. I've survived my first Christmas away from home with somewhat less pain than predicted.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-84896756719181690742008-11-20T23:24:00.003Z2009-01-19T01:54:32.163Z

Seen: Cows. No, really, because today for the first time, there were cows in the pasture that I walk by to get to the Drama building. This pasture is reasonably large, and has quite a steep ravine running through it, as well as plenty of flora along the edges. So I do not know if the cows have always been there, or if they are a new addition. But there they are, a dozen or so black and white

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-52312591443822628282008-11-11T20:48:00.004Z2009-01-19T01:55:56.567Z

Yeah, um, that whole bit about promising to keep up with my blog when I left? *shrug* Ooops.There's so many new things and so much is overwhelming, that it's always hard for me to write for a little while after first moving I think. Anyway, that's my excuse and I'll stick with it for now. To catch up I find I must list again.1. Devon weather is both better and worse than I expected. There is

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-40905322094795731772008-09-29T05:11:00.003+01:002008-09-29T05:35:08.000+01:00

Um. *blinks*The basic stuff: I've arrived in England, safely. The flight was no more miserable than flights usually are. I have made it to campus, unpacked my suitcases, and settled into my dorm room. Okay, I'll be even more settled once my books get here, but I have unpacked everything and put up pictures on my wall and put my clothes away and brushed my teeth. I crash landed on my bet at

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-44231478244936042132008-09-20T05:15:00.005+01:002008-09-20T07:29:04.860+01:00

My room gets steadily barer and barer. My books are gone - moved into Mom's basement today. (Well done, me.) Tonight I have taken my posters off the walls. Knickknacks are getting packed up. Half my furniture is going out on Sunday. Mom and I went shopping today (THANK YOU MOM) and I got the most adorable knee-length wool pea coat ever. I am really and truly going, you guys.As my date of

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-19937467757533336162008-09-19T01:43:00.003+01:002008-09-19T01:45:47.204+01:00

My pirate name is: Captain Jenny Bonney Even though there's no legal rank on a pirate ship, everyone recognizes you're the one in charge. You can be a little bit unpredictable, but a pirate's life is far from full of certainties, so that fits in pretty well. Arr! Get your own pirate name from piratequiz.com.part of the fidius.org network In other news, I've

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-32646560208673193062008-09-15T20:28:00.002+01:002008-09-16T06:33:00.303+01:00

... that pierced the fearful hollow of thine ear. I am ... not ready to leave.I packed one box. One box. And then my eyes filled with tears and I had to go lie down.The party yesterday made everything very real and very sad. I can't think about where I'm going or what I'll be doing -- just all the nice people I am going away from. My friends actually held me down -- strapped to a chair with

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-75832587821331863512008-09-14T05:46:00.004+01:002008-09-14T06:21:39.736+01:00

Thanks, Short Stuff. I'm not sure how it works, but the same person who regularly watches Gossip Girl and America's Next Top Model is also the one who introduced me to both Slings & Arrows and Dr. Who. How does she do that without her brain exploding? For real.Okay, okay, obviously I am a snob. But Dr. Who is really good!

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-27868548248617439962008-09-10T18:41:00.003+01:002008-09-10T18:46:16.775+01:00

The ancient battle begins again. The worthy gird their loins. Swords are sharpened. Knives are holstered. Shields buckled. Helms fitted. Muscles flexed. Bodies stretched. Battle horns sounded. Who will win? My perennially instituted resolution, armed with guilt and strong responsibility, as well as buckets of free time, to pack on time and in an orderly manner? Or the dark forces of

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-24950735739466464312008-09-01T08:00:00.000+01:002008-09-01T23:31:56.509+01:00

Such a ... weird concept. Or it feels like it, when you haven't had one in forever.Part of me was being driven completely insane by my job, feeling like I was going to sock someone on the head at any moment. Another part of me feels guilty for taking almost the entirety of September off. It evens out, I suppose. I realize I haven't had much time off since I got back to the States -- certainly

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-35575696476390712142008-08-26T08:27:00.002+01:002008-08-28T01:49:11.763+01:00

I had two feminist moments today. And, you know, this isn't a feminist blog -- I should know, I read plenty of legitimate feminist blogs -- but it is my personal blog and I am a feminist, so today you get to read about my feminist moments.I've been watching old X-Files DVDs, borrowed from The Store -- and you all can just shut up, because that show rocks, even if it is dated now, only ten years

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-19905979203772501492008-08-09T04:25:00.002+01:002008-08-09T06:18:16.392+01:00

Possibly because of the drought.No, that's a really bad pun. My denial is actually shrinking because it has now become time to actually start thinking like a real grown-up person who is moving out of the country. Over the last twenty-four hours, information about my student visa, my accommodation (read: dorm room) and my semester schedule has come pouring in.And may I just take a break and say

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-60758059744122541042008-08-06T04:55:00.000+01:002008-08-07T08:55:08.740+01:00

So I'm back. I desisted from this blog for a full six months, since my life was too full and I was keeping up with people in other ways. But as I prepare to decamp once more into parts European, I figure I'd better get back in the habit.So, in my life right now? A list! Because that takes the pressure off.1) Why does the UK Visa application hate me so much? Listen, I so promise not to be a

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-15991178145543365622008-02-14T09:27:00.004Z2008-02-14T09:47:53.449Z

So I know it's been a full month since I've written, and I apologize, in that rather self-centered bloggy way, for not updating you all on the intricacies of my life more often. It's due to a combination of lack of time and a total stress-out. I still have no time -- in fact, I have less than ever -- but I'm starting to wriggle my way out of questioning every single one of my actions and back

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-15646125152389622302008-01-13T20:57:00.000Z2008-01-13T21:18:30.685Z

So there's some stuff I feel the need to express. If you don't like swearing and/or curmudgeoning, feel free to skip this.1. Barack Obama drives me fucking nuts. I liked him back when he'd only written ONE book. Now his grinning mug is everywhere, and his shtick is becoming clear, and I am SO OVER him. Hillary has my vote, that's how annoyed I am.2. That said, I am so fucking sick of this

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-72866244450728991972007-12-28T07:40:00.000Z2007-12-28T08:29:44.611Z

Okay, I know -- I know -- that Loyal is going to kill me for saying it, and the DD will be none too pleased, and all that. And I am really sorry. But I have to get it off my chest.I just reread The Golden Compass. And, well. It had all the problems I remembered it having.To get a few things out of the way -- it's a good book. I've got no qualms with it theologically. I'd still recommend it

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-26776599150865682442007-12-13T18:48:00.000Z2007-12-13T21:43:07.922Z

These are my questions today:1. Who is going to crack me up today? The Christmas season is annoying in certain ways (obviously) but there seem to be higher percentages of customers who ... how can I say this? Who could easily be satirized in a Jane Austen novel, how about that. Like the older couple in last Monday, who appeared so confused that I stopped "shelving" (read: reading) and asked if

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-74621473837210528722007-12-06T16:29:00.000Z2007-12-06T16:39:07.005Z

You know what is not fair? Do you know what is playing in London right now? Right this very moment?-Patrick Stewart is playing Macbeth-Ian McKellan is playing King Lear-Ewan McGregor is playing IagoI mean, shit. AND I AM MISSING IT!!! All of it, I am missing. All that is going on, and I am stuck here where I cannot see a bit of it. SO SAD.I don't miss Europe, but if I were there right now, I

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-2743895164241707782007-12-06T07:02:00.000Z2007-12-06T07:15:59.556Z

We are (knock on a lot of wood) basically cast for The Winter Thing. The last round of auditions was today, and everyone feels pretty good about the final part. And yay!I really like our cast. But even more than I like them, I'm anxious to see them play off each other. If we (by which I mean mostly the OS, of course) can take these people and this script and build it into this really

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-83263479136084783242007-11-24T23:13:00.000Z2007-11-24T23:21:57.045Z

All those reports about how Americans read only like four books a year or whatever, and no one can read anymore? Whoever did those studies needs to spend a week working retail in a bookstore in December. (For God's sake, it's not even December yet. It's bad enough now Thanksgiving is past.) Also all those people who were like, oh, there's a recession, so post-Thanksgiving sales are down, and

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-47941107727650554512007-11-24T06:16:00.000Z2007-11-24T06:31:22.571Z

Is it only me who has this bizarre sense of relaxation when her room is clean? Perhaps my mother scarred me at an early age. But as ways to relax go, it's a relatively simple -- if sadly rare -- one. And last Wednesday I got it in spades, as I unpacked my last box, took out my last trash bag, and threw my back out with my last piece of furniture. So of course I spent Turkey Day hobbling about

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-44532912586934114832007-11-17T08:30:00.000Z2007-11-17T08:34:06.321Z

I'm moved! I've moved! It's so exciting.I'm still unpacking, of course, and I need a few more things before I'll be truly settled, but I've made great strides and I am loving the new place. My own room! Sleeping on a bed again! having most of my books out so I can read them at will! All in all, I am extremely pleased.Of course, I still need a dresser, and groceries are expensive, and I can

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-82234655061766552862007-11-13T16:29:00.000Z2007-11-13T17:13:43.062Z

For this week, at least. What do I like? Theater. What do I hate? Packing. What is just there? Work.And... that was yesterday. First work, which mostly went well, although by the end I was tired and hungry and therefore over-sensitive. Then dinner with dad, which was good. I tried to explain about casting and how we only get a total of two AEA people, one of whom has been cast, and why

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-77186012895210137892007-11-12T16:21:00.000Z2007-11-12T16:52:34.384Z

So the good is, auditions put me in a great mood. Working with the OS, getting introduced as "the AD," (which totally gives me chills -- shut up, I'm young yet), listening to the readers' and stage manager's opinions of the actors, sorting headshots, not having to do any auditioning myself, just sitting there with notes and opinions... so much fun. Plus, eye candy in the form of the totally hot

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-72649631694100193432007-11-10T05:17:00.000Z2007-11-10T05:28:20.458Z

Under orders from my manager, I took the day off work today. (No, I haven't changed at all since college.) Yesterday I had such bad laryngitis that I couldn't speak at all, and my coworkers were sympathetic and/or teasing, depending on their temperaments. But when my manager found out, she called me at home and said for God sakes, if I'm not feeling well, stay home. So, today I did. I was

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-25329126656466987602007-11-07T21:00:00.000Z2007-11-07T22:52:32.133Z

I could SAY that all DAY. Hurray!Shut up, no one asked your opinion of my poetry.The Winter Thing is started! I can stop crossing my fingers (I hope. I'm going to leave them crossed for now.)! I had a meeting with Omnipotent Softy today, to talk scheduling and interpretation and stuff. And we only just scratched the surface, but that's okay, there will be plenty of time for in-depth stuff

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-67511954159601677872007-11-06T04:24:00.000Z2007-11-06T04:43:19.382Z

What with having to organize and shelve them all day and then reading them all night.Okay, I am a little out of patience with certain books, and am becoming pickier by the day. The newest restraint is that I have sworn off all books with a picture of the author on the front cover. I don't want to see anyone's ugly mug, smiling or not, on the cover of a book, ever again. If you want the world

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-11011348398037946132007-10-25T17:26:00.000+01:002007-10-25T17:32:48.523+01:00

I did, I did, I did get a little piece of metal jammed into my nose. It hurt like hell for a few seconds -- I actually got light-headed -- but now I love it. My piercer was really sweet. For the record, ladies and gentlemen -- Body Manipulations, in San Francisco. Highly recommended. My stepdad said it looks like gold-plated acne, but he is just jealous. Actually, it is very cute.Among the

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-3896562431789183632007-10-24T18:38:00.000+01:002007-10-24T18:48:38.556+01:00

I live in a tree...Wait, that's not right.By the grace of God, I have made it out of that terrible year of twenty-two, and can now join the rest of the world, heaving a huge sigh of relief and relaxation. Twenty-three is BOUND to be better. It can't HELP but be better. I am so excited about twenty-three. Twenty-three is young enough to still be hip and ignorant, and old enough that I don't

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-4229506551877244202007-10-23T22:28:00.000+01:002007-10-23T22:35:41.444+01:00

In today's (okay, yesterday's) Very Exciting News, I got a book signed by Nick Hornby. One more benefit of working at The Store. (I didn't meet him, but he inscribed a [used] copy of The Polysyllabic Spree to me, me, me, which makes me really happy. Especially because it's the book of his I'd been wanting to read forever, it came through used, and now it is inscribed to me. Sigh. Contentment

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-60251444924943354672007-10-20T18:05:00.000+01:002007-10-20T18:08:15.605+01:00

IT has concluded, and I have an apartment! Actually, I have a bedroom in an apartment. But it is not too far from The Store, it is near public transportation, it seems to have nice people living in it currently, and it is eminently affordable, which is the best part. So yes, that is Very Happy, and now I get to call and cancel all the other apartments I was planning on seeing, which is exciting.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-27547800170147229212007-10-13T19:10:00.000+01:002007-10-13T19:28:43.384+01:00

Which doesn't really work if you're not escaping. That can actually be read two ways.1. It is time to overhaul my reading list a little bit. The three books I decided to focus on a week or two ago are doing nothing for me. Which is sad, because it's not like I don't like them or anything; they somehow just don't complement each other very well, and I'm losing all my momentum. So. I am

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-58695406823724739002007-10-13T01:22:00.000+01:002007-10-13T01:28:35.508+01:00

1. Today a complete genealogy of the characters of Greek mythology came through The Store. Through like with a laxative, because it is going to be sold to me. I love the people I work with, who go out of their way to show me things I might like.2. I am leaving my shift an hour early today, to go see King Lear with the other RKs. My manager barely batted an eyelash.3. This is the only place

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-64499077551879523152007-10-11T05:10:00.000+01:002007-10-11T05:18:52.435+01:00

IT has begun.IT is the Great Apartment Search of 2007. I swore up and down to myself I'd be seriously looking by the time my birthday rolled around (and it's in two weeks, so I'm sticking to that deadline anyway) and moved in by Christmas. But oh, my God, is IT ever a pain in the ass. I hate IT already and I only started IT today. And I can tell I'm going to be talking about nothing else for

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-76840169680795357222007-10-09T20:13:00.000+01:002007-10-10T22:36:37.663+01:00

Well, it's not really new; it just has a new form.Those acquainted with me for longer lengths of time will remember my obsession with all things Robin Hood. Oh, admittedly it was at its height when I was about nine, back when I owned my own quiver full of arrows and unstrung longbow, back when I took archery classes, back when I'd read everything the public library had on the subject, back when

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-66666899955118041862007-10-04T00:53:00.000+01:002007-10-10T22:33:14.835+01:00

As in, started out helping with a SMAT at CalShakes, am finishing by working on the lobby display for Iphigenia. The information is mostly complete; just a question of setup and display and stuff. And watching a rehearsal.I didn't see all of Lear, (didn't want to ruin it for myself; I'm going later) but from what I saw, it was great. The design, at least, was wonderful. Much (but not nearly

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-90967200113518603292007-09-29T18:55:00.001+01:002007-09-29T19:00:56.444+01:00

I finally finished Smiley's A Thousand Acres last night, and like the Pagels book I finished two nights ago, it... wasn't really worth it. King Lear just does not work as a novel. It... writhes against the novel form. It doesn't mesh, it loses all its power and none of its depression. So that was disappointing.I am, however, cutting down on my list of "books I'm in the middle of," which is

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-56567844616859604542007-09-27T18:32:00.000+01:002007-10-04T01:17:17.169+01:00

I know that a ton of posts recently have been me linking to various and sundry articles in real news media. But hey, other people's lives are more interesting than mine; I am trying to keep up on Events In the World; and I try to only link to the interesting and/or funny stuff. Plus, you can always refrain from clicking the link if you don't feel like it.But if you do feel like it, check out

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-64391835525805487842007-09-26T23:39:00.000+01:002007-09-26T23:43:37.576+01:00

I don't have much to say today -- it's my first real day off pajama style in awhile, which means what I mostly do is lay around reading and futzing with my computer. (I finished two books last night and only started one new one today, so that seems to be progress of a sort. I've also started really going back to some of the older ones, to finish once and for all.) But I finished answering all

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-189812763710889152007-09-25T23:31:00.000+01:002007-09-25T23:33:42.193+01:00

Yaaaaay! Thanks to my good friend Computer Rock Star, my iPod works again! It's gotten a bit of a makeover, which I also like. Yay! Tunes!

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-20399589394417864262007-09-25T18:14:00.001+01:002007-09-25T18:20:44.689+01:00

God, you know how sometimes you're arguing with someone about some sort of philosophical issue, and one or the other of you takes it to its (il)logical extreme, just to demonstrate? Sort of a "Which is absurd, therefore QED," kind of argument, except that it doesn't actually work unless you're doing math?Well, the Republicans seem to have gotten that confused with actual good strategy. No,

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-48286134416644886952007-09-25T17:29:00.000+01:002007-09-25T18:03:52.941+01:00

No, you guys, for serious real, I am going to do that. I am going to make a rule that I have to finish a book before I get to start a new one. In fact that I have to finish two in order to start a new one. Yes. This is my plan. Because I don't know if you've noticed, but the "Right Now Reading" list over to the right there just keeps getting longer. And some stuff has been on it for like,

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-30421361971405508912007-09-22T08:23:00.000+01:002007-09-22T08:47:33.794+01:00

Contrary to my expectations, Stardust really was as good as everyone was saying it was. Claire Danes is good, the little puppy they got to play her boyfriend was good, Robert de Niro is one of my personal heroes, and it was as funny and cute and touching as could be. Definitely kind of a dorm room movie; maybe some up and coming young generation of college students will worship it like my

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-73028498342482858882007-09-21T19:40:00.000+01:002007-09-21T19:49:17.822+01:00

(I will try to get through this post with no cute little onomatopoeia-words used to designate sighs, grumblings, or other annoying noises. This is a departure for me, I know, but a necessary one.)It's one of those days -- well, one of those clumps of several days -- where I am tense for no reason. Everything in my life individually, is going well. Not fighting with anyone; work going well,

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-16512756220091797902007-09-18T20:56:00.001+01:002007-09-18T21:09:34.141+01:00

Whee! For possibly the first time ever, I predicted who the murderer was a good hundred pages before the end of the book. Even better was that it followed this conversation with my mom:Me: I have Dorothy Sayers all figured out.My Mom: Oh really?Me: Yeah. It's always the person that you've eliminated but didn't want to eliminate.My Mom: So who did it in Busman's Honeymoon?Me: Not sure yet; not

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-20035961059544190722007-09-17T18:03:00.000+01:002007-09-17T18:04:03.426+01:00

A pun about how badly I want to direct Busman's Honeymoon, that is.I'm loving the book -- it may make it onto my list of my favorite books ever; there is so much to have fun with, and Peter and Harriet are completely adorable -- but, with that said, it is also one of the most frustrating books ever. Because you can TELL it was based on a play, it's really obvious, and it's making me think play

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-64150492388921370792007-09-16T21:12:00.000+01:002007-09-18T05:44:05.991+01:00

She meaning me, who is crabby today. I think I'm getting my sister's cold. I don't have any symptoms really, beyond fatigue and a strong desire to spend the day in bed with a mystery novel. I often have these symptoms, especially when I am short on sleep, but it is easier to blame my sister's cold than the fact that I was out babysitting till midnight last night.Also, I kind of can't believe I

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-70209337956396482652007-09-14T18:29:00.000+01:002007-09-17T18:08:14.303+01:00

In other words, Dorothy Sayers.I was up until two am last night, reading, and believe me, you know you've got it bad when you finish the book you're on, you know who the criminal is, the romantic tensions have all been resolved.... and instead of going to sleep, you immediately hop out of bed and start on the sequel.In my defense, Gaudy Night and Busman's Honeymoon are totally awesome and you

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-69340492327933505232007-09-12T18:22:00.000+01:002007-09-16T21:16:45.094+01:00

Right, not to be insensitive or anything (oh, who am I kidding?) but if the Russians want babies so badly, couldn't they import a few from China?Seriously, guys. It's like, fifty miles to the south. Negotiate! Everyone can go home happy here.What? I'm just saying. It's not like it's Australia and Norway having this problem. These two countries are right next to each other. (If you don't

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-67711626179426403462007-09-03T01:42:00.000+01:002007-09-03T01:48:27.036+01:00

Customer: Do you have anything by W. S. Burroughs?Me: Well, you need to look on this shelf, over here. No, it looks like we only have this.Customer: That's by Augusten Burroughs. I want a book by William Burroughs.Me: Okay, well, would you like me to check backstock?Customer: That'd be great.(five minutes later)Me: Sorry, I didn't see anything. But if you follow me up to the counter, I can

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-25462014930398826812007-08-31T19:59:00.000+01:002007-08-31T20:18:17.606+01:00

I read a week or two ago on various weblogs I frequent (wait a sec. My blog's spell-checker just red-lined "weblog." What? I thought... But.... waaaaaah!) that one in four Americans hasn't read a book over the last year. The average number of books Americans read every year is four, but even if you throw out that extra 25% who don't get around to any, the average only goes up to 7 books per

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-48524589334509668482007-08-31T19:55:00.000+01:002007-08-31T20:18:40.981+01:00

Because you can't go wrong with muppets and conservatives!I saw this on Slog today, and if I could figure out how to post a video here, I would. (I'm sure it's possible; I just don't feel like figuring out how.) So you'll have to go and see for yourself -- but trust me, this is so far beyond awesome it has its own zip code.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-49877374594989234812007-08-30T18:15:00.000+01:002007-08-30T18:29:31.659+01:00

My mom is right. AGAIN. Unfair, but true. In related news, you know what book totally rocks? Laurie King's The Beekeeper's Apprentice. I don't even LIKE mystery novels. Okay, I liked Kate Ross's mystery novels, but that was a fluke. One-off. Not a normal, mystery-liking fact. I like good sci-fi (although that's become as scarce as good mysteries, recently); I like nonfiction; I like lit;

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-52925836476556087402007-08-29T18:31:00.000+01:002007-08-29T19:49:45.063+01:00

This post is brimming with Harry Potter seven spoilers. I have this urge -- and I don't really have the time and patience to carry it out, which is probably a good thing -- but I have this urge, now that the Harry Potter books have finally come to an end, to rate Voldemort as a villain. I mean, he was mostly pretty effective, I think, although not as scary as he maybe could have been. And you

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-65294616232778730242007-08-26T09:05:00.000+01:002007-08-27T18:01:22.845+01:00

I meant this to be an actual review, but I also meant it to come out days ago, and now it's late, I'm sleepy, and I'm trying to finish up so I can close my computer with a clean conscience. So I will confine myself to an observation, rather than a real review.With installment number five, Harry Potter has so very much become the new Star Wars.Which is really sad, you know? Lots of potential,

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-53367768610682169032007-08-16T07:13:00.000+01:002007-08-16T07:30:15.891+01:00

So with the double jobs and all, it had been seriously more than five weeks since I had a day off. And then, this week, I get THREE. I have stuff to do on two of them, but if I disappear off the face of the Earth on Friday, it's deliberate. I seriously haven't had a pajama day in like a million years. Or three months. But even so. Yes, I am such a square. On my days off I a) run errands, b)

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-50876105642603598872007-08-11T06:39:00.000+01:002007-08-11T06:41:57.615+01:00

I don't love Wuthering Heights nearly as much as this lady does -- I don't actually love that book at all; I think it's kind of overwrought and the symbolism is exhausting, it falls into that category of literature that I know is great but feel is silly -- but the title is absolutely worth the clickthrough (partly because the other work referenced therein is another in that category...).

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-3365385845692959462007-08-09T05:13:00.001+01:002007-08-09T05:29:35.996+01:00

Right, so I know I suck at this blogging-regularly thing, now I know people aren't really using it to make sure I'm still alive. But between the double jobs, and the beginnings of a social life (believe me, I'm as shocked as you) and generally spending most of my spare minutes sleeping, I just haven't had the energy to spare for blogging. Plus there's been a bunch of mental health stuff going

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-21899682237742231412007-07-11T04:53:00.000+01:002007-07-11T05:17:55.232+01:00

There's an article about female directors in the San Jose Mercury News this week.I tend to get uncomfortable with this kind of thing. Uncomfortable on more than one level, of course; there's always the level of, well, how much does this really tell you, no need to be a feminazi (which is such a horrible word), judge films by their merits, etc. And the level of ... that's it? Female movie

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-11839866381963588692007-07-10T05:40:00.000+01:002007-07-10T06:47:38.948+01:00

I haven't written for awhile, because I didn't feel like sharing all my apathy and depression, or describing in detail the panic attacks I was getting every day for the last week or so. The last thing the world needs is one more idiot blabbing to the internet at large about their apathy and depression. So I put off writing until today, the first day this week I haven't wanted to rip my own

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-89060568870768701812007-07-01T07:26:00.000+01:002007-07-01T07:31:16.866+01:00

In an effort to replace some of the brain cells I routinely assassinate with booze and television (see, I've assassinated so many that at first I couldn't even spell assassinate; the computer had to correct me) I've asked my stepdad to start teaching me chess.I was doing wicked good with all my pawns in a cute little net and him all blocked off, and then he moves one thing and my net collapses

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-83567705224769342712007-07-01T06:25:00.000+01:002007-07-01T06:27:37.417+01:00

Is it me, or does this read like the elderly woman across the street saying, "Well, yes, that young hoodlum does ride his skateboard awfully fast, and yes, he has been known to set fire to neighborhood cats, but he's really quite civil and intelligent once you get to know him"?

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-72437641506123103842007-06-24T03:07:00.000+01:002007-06-24T03:13:57.225+01:00

I love my new job so very, very much.Seriously, I would have applied YEARS ago if I had known about these perks. And if I had been old enough to work there and it had fit into my schedule, which actually doesn't leave a window since I moved to Berkeley, basically. So I can honestly say I started working here as soon as I could. I have to be careful, or my paycheck is going to be worth like,

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-89290764099127750032007-06-20T01:36:00.001+01:002007-06-21T22:00:57.585+01:00

Hey! Who has a JOB? That's right, real, paying, shiny, bookselling, JOB. C'est moi, baby!Sigh. Bookselling and theater. My life according to me suddenly makes a lot more sense.

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-61288776073009456392007-06-19T05:53:00.000+01:002007-06-21T22:00:15.885+01:00

So, I totally finally got my room -- formerly the den -- all cleaned up and arranged, and the general effect is sort of equal best-dorm-room-in-the-world (as in, it moonlights as the den, so it's completely lined with bookshelves, and there's the family TV and DVD and VCR and all that, so I have access to them 24/7) and the bed-your-mom-makes-for-you-when-you're-eight-years-old-and-sick (as in, I

Arcadiannoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4099490685198590481.post-71906434694501462772007-06-16T07:13:00.000+01:002007-06-16T07:17:25.826+01:00

I'm about to drop off to sleep, but check it out -- you can tour Ancient Rome!I especially like the fora. (Heh. Like flora, but without the l, so it means something totally different. Yes, I am half asleep.)Via my grandma. :)

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