Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.
I was going to make some kind of parallel
with the perils of downsizing without adjusting one’s expectations,
but that’s sort of the definition of Fitzgerald, so . . .
(Thanks for the reassurance, Andy! Ook Eek!)
Beautifully Written, but Still Statutory
I feel the same way about Romeo & Juliet that I do about The Giving Tree.
Since that little nerve is already starting to tick in my left eyelid,
I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.
(Thanks, Kev–I needed that!)
Who’s in Primary?
Lay on, Mr. Leibowitz.
And damned be him that first cries, “I’ve heard enough!”
(My husband sent me this to celebrate baseball season. Huzzah?)
If He Had . . .
. . . .we’d be using it right now.
Kind of frightening, right?
If you ever encounter someone who wonders aloud why Shakespeare isn’t translated into modern English so people can understand it
inform them that Shakespeare actually wrote in modern English
and slap a copy of the Canterbury Tales into their hands.
After they ask you why you’ve given them a Dutch doorstop,
take another big linguistic step back
and hit ’em upside the head with a untranslated copy of Beowulf
and send ’em to the theater to see Midsummer Night’s Dream.
Lyra recently did a great post on her blog about what makes certain people sexy. I shared a (cough) brief list of well-known people I found (cough) rather attractive.^
On that list—and let me know if you find this in any way a surprise—are several comedians. One of these is Dara O’Briain.
Mr. O’Briain is so my type: big, brilliant, and funny like you wouldn’t believe. Even a brief clip from one of his stand up routines can dissolve me into a helpless, sobbing laughpuddle, which has always been my personal kind of sexy.*
There’s a touch of strong language in this clip. But since it’s spoken in an Irish accent,** it sounds like music, anyway.
He also hosts—or hosted, not sure if it’s still in production—a BBC show called Mock the Week, a sort of political Whose Line is it Anyway with the commentary provided by some scathingly funny comedians, one or two of which are also in my comment to Lyra’s post.
Segment clips can be found all over YouTube, though most of the show isn’t entirely safe for work or kids, unless you enjoy explaining insinuating or outright graphic (looking at you, Frankie Boyle,*** but who isn’t?) jokes to your boss and/or children. My very favorite clip from the show is probably this one, though the outtakes are hilarious, too.
And finally, another love song from the incomparable Tim Minchin, just to prove that he is the natural heir, one hemisphere removed, to Tom Leher:
^My husband, while deserving to be on any and all listings of attractive, sexy people, is not universally well-known and therefore wasn’t up for discussion at the time. How was that, honey?
*And also explains why Rowan Atkinson is on the list, though, as I mentioned over at Lyra’s place, when Mr. Atkinson is being interviewed, but not actually performing, he’s attractive in a more conventional, cerebral way (the frontal lobes on that man . . .)
**Which alone makes this man swoonworthy, in my opinion. Voices, accents, and syntax have always fascinated me, though in a way slightly closer to My Fair Lady than A Fish Called Wanda. Hush, I said slightly.
***Mr. Boyle looks like a man-sized boy scout—clean cut handsome with red hair and black-rimmed glasses—and has a beautiful Glaswegian accent. But he tells some of the filthiest, most tasteless and scathing jokes and one-liners you’ll ever hear—funny and clever as hell, but Not Safe For Most. The kicker is that right after he fires off one of these things, he does this mischievous little grin that makes him look about twelve—it’s fascinating that the most normal, charming thing about him actually seems the most off-kilter in comparison.