rflong: (Meeting on the Turret Square)
( Apr. 23rd, 2009 03:11 pm)
It's Talk Like Shakespeare Day.

I'm just going to point people here again - it still amuses: Over the Transom.

rflong: (Iz You Drunk Again?)
( Feb. 19th, 2009 06:37 pm)
Lenny Henry in Othello. Yes, my first thought was "huh?" as well, and my second was "oh no!" but apparently not.

For those who don't know him Lenny Henry is a comedian, who I've always enjoyed in a Saturday evening with the parents kind of a way - funny, inoffensive, and not exactly earthshaking radical comedy (ok Tiswas in the 80s was a pretty radical children's TV show but that had more to do with the general sense of anarchy that overran it). Don't get me wrong, he's funny. He's very funny.

I just didn't ever expect to see that review. What a sheer joy. How incredible to see someone break out of a stereotype and to use Shakespeare to do it. I would really love to see the production. I love Othello, usually for the sheer evil that is Iago, who never really provides a satisfactory reason for his actions in poisoning Othello towards his wife and instigating her murder, nothing more than a general "because I can."

I do love Shakespeare. On so many levels.

Just found out that the rant Mike Munsil and I wrote "Over the Transom" is up at Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) so now you can see it in all its glory here

It was a fun one to write. Hope you enjoy!

Here's just a quick link to Mike's site where he writes about the piece that has been accepted by Poor Mojo's Almanac(k).

All very exciting. I thought I would link back to Mike's site where he links here so it becomes and infinite circle that either drives everyone insane or destroys the world.

Speaking of which, my son is in work with me this afternoon so if I seem distracted... Nah, he's watching Ice Age on the library computer.

We went to a wedding in Galway this weekend. It was the first sunny day of the summer here. We has some problems. The kids stayed with most gracious relatives and we set off in (what we thought was) plenty of time. As it turned out Moate and the Galway ring road had different ideas. At 3.10 (heading for a 2pm wedding) we gave up and went to our guest house instead. We then joined the others at the reception. At least we made it that far!

Irish wedding receptions are strange affairs. Firstly, you always drink too much champagne. Always, even if you aren't drinking. By that I mean you cease to make sense and giggle a lot. Fortunately I was drinking champagne so at least I had that as an excuse. So we're all best friends with someone (a) your partner works with, (b) you haven't seen in over 10 years and only met by accident in college because you thought they were someone else (c) and the guy who works for a government watchdog committee who used to keep a very close eye on the company I used to work for. Seriously. I sat next to him, talked, asked what he did, said "oh, I used to work for a blah blah blah type company" and he said "Oh, you mean X" He was right! 

The food was lovely. The music was excellent, although possibly aided by the wine. And before you know it we're all on the dancefloor spinning around to the Proclaimers and the Pogues having forgotten that we are no longer 18 and People Will See!

The other thing I don't get about Irish wedding receptions. New York, New York.


It's not like the couple are emigrating there. (anymore)

So why?

But every wedding disco (and work christmas party, and new year's party) seems to end with everyone in a circle, arm in arm, with the happy couple (or random couple) in the middle while we do a chorus line impression to New York, New York


We all pretended to sing the national anthem and then The Irish Rover, which is apparently a cue to fling people left and right and pretend you can do Irish Dancing. 

Having forgotten that we are no longer 18 and People Will See!

Love Shack was fun, until the DJ (who was far too young to be doing this gig, and was using his Apple Mac anyway - as a child of the 80s, used to decks and large pieces of mysterious equipment, this totally freaked me out) cut to another song before the "Bang bang bang on the door" bit. A travesty!

Seriously though, this is my only complaint for the night. It gets the Most Fun Wedding award for this year. As I don't have any others lined up, it's kind of a shoe in.

Other than that, The Lost Rose will be up online at Haruah soon, (Yay!), I got a rejection for "Old Friends" from ASIM (boo!) and sent it out again to IGMS (um... there isn't really a word to describe the sound of fingers being crossed, although there should be).

And that's it for now.

Spent most of yesterday running around like a loony, as I do at weekends. We went to my brother in law's to rebuild his computer as it got a particularly nasty virus and basically had to be scrubbed and started again. Not pleasant. I didn't actually do an awful lot to help, but hope I offered a couple of valid suggestions along the way. :D

He cooked us a lovely roast dinner, poured me some very nice wine and we didn't leave until nearly 10pm. So I didn't do any writing, editing or even faffing around online yesterday evening, apart from a brief mail-check.

Glad I did the mail check though. It seems that Poor Mojo's Almanac(k) has offered to accept the Shakespearean themed rant that Mike Munsil and I did some time ago, with one small change. So Yay Us! Actually its a bit weird as Mike handled all this so I got a mail from him saying should we submit, to which I said yes, and a mail back yesterday (and a couple of posts in frequent hangouts) saying did I accept. My reply was pretty darned quick! 

So, hopefully we'll see it up online soon and I can post a link! :D

I have one more crit to do for the Story challenge on LH. I still have to vote. My story is doing so-so, one crit tore into it, the others didn't so much.

I still like quizzes, some left over from my teenage box ticking in magazines addiction I suspect. The quiz below was lifted from [profile] kara_gnome   (The lifting of quizes goes on!)

What kind of writer are you?

You're a Plot writer!
Take this quiz!

rflong: (Default)
( Jun. 20th, 2007 10:24 am)
Yes. Another one of those days. In about 20 minutes I'm running out of here to see the school Ballet recital. 

No really. With 5 year olds.

Think about that for a moment. Mull it over. Cogitate. Get a really clear mental image of events.

Then there's a concert.

Then lunch.

Then a birthday party.

The things all these items have in common are they are related to my son's social life rather than mine. I am the chauffeur again. :D

Work is a bit mental at the moment but good. Everything else is spiraling ever so slightly out of control between organizing holidays, childcare and bills. Never been our best at that, have we?

Got myself back into Liberty Hall again yesterday. Looking forward to doing some work there. Lots of familiar faces, which was lovely. Then I managed to lock myself out while trying to juggle changing my email address and uploading an av. Clever me! Mike came to my rescue, so I am "Officially no longer a twit!"

He also reminded me of a piece we came up with at Hatrack in a series of fairly insane Shakespearian mails/posts. This started when someone posted a fragment of a letter from Shakespeare seeking sponsorship of the Earl of Southampton (or some such notable) and we turning it into a query letter. I wrote a response. It kicked off from there and much enjoyment was has by all. Well, by Mike and I anyway.  I think everyone else just backed away worriedly.

Anyway, the short version is that we (he) has submitted it on our behalf to Poor Mojo's Almanac(k).  It will be interesting to see what happens.

I subbed The Wrecker's Daughter to Shimmer last night. Finger's crossed.

Better go. I have to buy girlie birthday present wrapping paper on the way to the ballet recital! Heaven help me!



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