happy early bday... haven't talked to you in forever! hope all is well. i am hoping to make it to iowa sometime this summer... we should hang out for sure!
A friend of mine who knows I'm obsessed with Shakespeare (I'm teaching 2 different plays at the same time) sent me this. Methinks thoust might appreciate it. :)
J: My pardon; did I break thy concentration? Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still. Allow me then to offer a response. Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray. B: What? J: What country dost thou hail from? B: What? J: How passing strange, for I have traveled far, And never have I heard tell of this What. What language speak they in the land of What? B: What? J: The Queen's own English, base knave, dost thou speak it? B: Aye! J: Then hearken to my words and answer them! Describe to me Marsellus Wallace! B: What? JULES presses his knife to BRETT's throat J: Speak 'What' again! Thou cur, cry 'What' again! I dare thee utter 'What' again but once! I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name! Now, paint for me a portraiture in words, If thou hast any in thy head but 'What', Of Marsellus Wallace! B: He is dark. J: Aye, and what more? B: His head is shaven bald. J: Has he the semblance of a harlot? B: What? JULES strikes and BRETT cries out J: Has he the semblance of a harlot? B: Nay! J: Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus? B: I did not! J: Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst! Thou hoped to rape him like a chattel whore, And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed With anyone but she to whom he wed.
Sorry it took me about a thousand years to get your message. Let me know next time you're in Ames! But not through myspace, because I probably won't know until about two months after you had already been here. :)
Hmm, I'm sorry. I don't think I can do that. You see, if you're not there, I just don't think I can bring myself to having fun. Sorry. I mean, who else is going to recommend girly drinks to me that they would never actually drink, themselves?
It's a dangerous business, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no telling where you might be swept off to.
If anyone ever comes up to you and says, "hey you should go to Lawton, OK. It is a great place to visit or even live." Don's listen to them. In fact you should punch them and run away. This is the worst place I have ever lived.
