Well. How about that?

Dear yuletide Author:

Thank you. Above and beyond.

I know I gave you virtually nothing to go on, but your arrow, as it were, hit the mark.

My undergraduate thesis was on Marlowe. More particularly, on Edward II.

Not that I remember a word of it. I'll have to root around here and see if I kept a copy of the sodding thing.

Won't need it to thoroughly enjoy this, though. Thank you:)

Now cue the bleats;)

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So there's that. It's a good 12 hours to go (more like 24 to filter out the rickrolls) before the Doctor will call, and I'm STILL trying to find a copy of the Wait Wait televised episode from BBCA from two nights ago (yeah, pity we don't have a public broadcasting service in this country). But this-all will be plenty for now. Geoffrey and Oliver and maybe a bit more Prachett to keep that going.  My, does that man nail his text: from Snuff, this quote coming from the daughter of a human, who was raised by goblins, "rescued" from them by humans and then subjected to all kinds of nastiness intended to de-goblinise her:

"I don't know who those people were who killed the goblins and beat my mother, but if I ever found out I would slaughter them without a thought, because good people have no business being so bad. Goodness is about what you do. Not what you pray to."

On this day of all days, I pray (and try to do) along those very lines:)

The Gift of the Frogi

Lots of happies, lots of smiles here.

Eleanor and Emily got each other frogs.  This, I knew, but I also knew I'd get to savor the moment when the assorted amphibia made it out into the open:



On the left, Kermie, one of Em's gifts to Mom. To his left, the bag of squeaky froggies Eleanor found. And to their right, Ebony, who of course thinks anything squeaky-toy in this house is HERS:



For my part for Em's giftage, I went low on quantity but aimed straight for the heart. I got her a year's membership to The Little, the Rochester art house that Eleanor and I saw so many films at in our first decade together and which Emily is now learning to love as a film student. It includes a movie a month for all of 2012, a few guest passes for friends, discounts on other assorted stuff, and came in a gift basket with travel mug, t-shirt and notecards.

Much as I hate making this kid cry, I was more than happy to take it when she was crying on purpose and the purpose was to show happiness:)

In return, I got a picture- of what's going to show up for me, apparently, after the first of the year:



Geronimo!

(The 'rents exchanged clothes- duller than those but much-needed and appreciated:)

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I've gotten a few kudoses (kudi? kudae?) on the Yuletide Wot I Wrote, though none from the recipient yet. No hurries, no worries. As for what I received, I once again seem to have had a problem following the directions, so this is what I was supposed to have posted here besides just the thank you:

People Who Don't Understand Brecht Don't Understand Life (6686 words) by Anonymous
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Rating: Mature
Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Darren Nichols/Geoffrey Tennant
Characters: Darren Nichols, Geoffrey Tennant, Oliver Welles
Summary: New Burbage presents Christopher Marlowe's Edward II, opening June 11, 1986. Tickets on sale now.

Yeah, that. Go.

Also, apropos of my earlier post? We all know The Doctor lies, but apparently so does The Bachelor (cum laude in English, 1981).

I found the thesis! We have a junk room in the cellar, sealed off by a door and thus protected from cat attacks, but not from general Hoarders tendencies, and when Eleanor went to put the empty ornament boxes back in it, she vowed to clean several sedimentary layers of stuff from it first. She started, but I continued earlier today, tossing a buttload of broken glass, finding odd prints and kitchen gadget pieces- and, almost instantly, locating the stash that had my thesis copy in it.

And, erm? It was on Shakespeare's Richard II. But. There was a section in it, noting WS's usages of contemporary sources, including Woodstock but also Marlowe's E2.

The thing's 104 pages with footnotes. Suppose I should scan it for posterity, huh.  And read it again so I can have an intelligent discussion of it with Oliver;)