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Nov. 8th, 2010 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jazzfishSo, that was a weekend, sort of.
Thursday night A-- and I saw a production of Thomas Middleton's "Women Beware Women." The production was fantastic, better than some of those I've seen at the Shakespeare theatre. Fine acting, great set, etc. Shame about the play itself. Middleton's no Shakespeare and it shows: his language, his plot, his understanding of human nature, all flawed. The last scene is a gloriously, hilariously macabre bloodbath of a masque: death by shower of gold coins, death by accidental triggering of a trapdoor meant for someone else, several iterations of death by poison (aerosol, liquid, arrows)... impressive doesn't even begin to cover it. Good times.
Friday night I attended a new-to-me socialish event, on my own. Wandered around for awhile, learned some things (for instance, that there is such a thing as too much rope), talked to a couple of people. I was about five minutes away from giving up and going home when I unexpectedly started running into people I knew. What I'd thought was going to be a typically shy and fringe-y evening turned out to involve some very good company indeed. Which, yay.
Satyrday morning my subconscious got through processing some things from earlier in the week and the night before, and I had a bit of a breakdown. Then I ate half a bag of crack chips while smashing zombies and skeletons with the Big Red Hammer, and felt better. Except for the stomachache from the crack chips.
I spent most of Sunday staring at Scrivener, which really is all that. It seems perfectly suited to my writing style.
Tonight I shall GET LAMP (perhaps even with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
baranoouji, who I've not seen in, oh, it's probably measurable in years by this point), and Wednesday I ride horses with coworkers, and Thursday and Friday I've taken off. Looks like a reasonable week so far.
Thursday night A-- and I saw a production of Thomas Middleton's "Women Beware Women." The production was fantastic, better than some of those I've seen at the Shakespeare theatre. Fine acting, great set, etc. Shame about the play itself. Middleton's no Shakespeare and it shows: his language, his plot, his understanding of human nature, all flawed. The last scene is a gloriously, hilariously macabre bloodbath of a masque: death by shower of gold coins, death by accidental triggering of a trapdoor meant for someone else, several iterations of death by poison (aerosol, liquid, arrows)... impressive doesn't even begin to cover it. Good times.
Friday night I attended a new-to-me socialish event, on my own. Wandered around for awhile, learned some things (for instance, that there is such a thing as too much rope), talked to a couple of people. I was about five minutes away from giving up and going home when I unexpectedly started running into people I knew. What I'd thought was going to be a typically shy and fringe-y evening turned out to involve some very good company indeed. Which, yay.
Satyrday morning my subconscious got through processing some things from earlier in the week and the night before, and I had a bit of a breakdown. Then I ate half a bag of crack chips while smashing zombies and skeletons with the Big Red Hammer, and felt better. Except for the stomachache from the crack chips.
I spent most of Sunday staring at Scrivener, which really is all that. It seems perfectly suited to my writing style.
Tonight I shall GET LAMP (perhaps even with
baranoouji, who I've not seen in, oh, it's probably measurable in years by this point), and Wednesday I ride horses with coworkers, and Thursday and Friday I've taken off. Looks like a reasonable week so far.