Shakespeare at Large

Found this Hamlet Mash-Up  on Shakespeare in L.A.'s website.  I wanted it to go on for about another couple of hours or so.

Shakespeare at Large

This is so weird. Shakespeare as an East London hipster? Check out some other artistic makeovers (Elizabeth I, hello!) right here.

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OMG: Is This A Natalie Portman I See Before Me?????

by Macbeth

How do I feel about Natalie Portman playing my Lady? Let me think for a moment . . . .  Hah! Are you serious? I am so psyched. Not psycho psyched--just regular psyched, like Zach Braff was in Garden State. Only difference is that this is Scotland, not New Jersey.

Natalie Portman! I love a crazy lady, and that funky ballerina's got it going on in the mental department! Plus she's Jewish, which is so deliciously complex for those of you who think my Lady's only about oppressing others. She's got a whole lot of pain on her c.v. so don't be an f-ing judgmental schmuck.

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What a Drag it is Gettin' Old . . . . 

By WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE, Greatest Writer of All Time . . . and Recent Birthday Boy!

(Huffington Post UK)

The day after my 449th birthday turned out to be a letdown. I feel like 450 is just around the corner. People are making a big deal about that biggie already, and I haven't even finished my birthday cake from yesterday.

Homebaked Shakespeare

Everyday Invention Idea? The Shakespeare Insult Button


So it's Friday, which means I'm daydreaming at work big time. After watching the video for the Shakespeare Insult Wallet yesterday, my mind got to wandering . . . .What other inanimate objects could spout Shakespeare insults? Here's my thought: an insult button that works just like that "NO" button. Does this already exist? If not, would anyone out there like to make it? I'm handing you a fortune on a platter, people.

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I'm Hamlet, and I Approve Paul Giamatti Playing Me

Yale Rep's new production of Hamlet stars textbook-sad-sack Paul Giamatti as reluctant-adult me. Some reviewers have expressed discomfort with this, noting Mr. Giamatti's advanced middle-aged-ness, general plainness, and/or physical squishiness. For the record, I feel that Mr. Giamatti is the physical embodiment of all the crap I've got inside me. Crap that other productions have encased in an Adorable Hamlet or Sexy Hamlet shell, like I'm some kinda James Dean in tights. Sometimes the truth isn't pretty, people. Get used to it.

Suburbs of Our Discontent

United Airlines owes me a new lung. Or else they'll have to scrape my old one off of Concourse C in Newark where I hacked it up running half a mile this morning trying to catch a connection. A connection that I missed by 15 seconds because Mary at Gate 82 just couldn't be bothered to call over to her buddy at Gate 137 and ask her to hold the doors for FIFTEEN SECONDS while I and the other 5 poor schlubs on my late flight hauled ass around the terminal looking like a state fair pig race. I think they take video of people like us doing that and then show it at the office holiday party. That's what I think. I think that we're all Bottoms trapped in their Oberon-esque delusions of grandeur.  Except that Bottom at least got some decent food and a head scratch.