The Probable Future and punchy, hilarious rehearsal

[ceebeegee]

Ex. Haust. Ed.

But I got a lot done today.

I finished a book called The Probable Future by someone named Hoffman (Susanna Hoffman?). Too cutesy which was at odds with its premise of 13-year-olds having sex (naturally in the most romantic way imaginable). Just...didn't quite work. I don't like fiction nowadays--I paid off my library fines (I'd checked out a book that a friend of mine threw out and I haven't gotten around to paying for it) and finally, for the first time in almost two years, could check out books. Being in a library is like sex to me. Such a great feeling. I want to check out every book they have and just readreadread. I started slow--got a couple of knitting books, Legally Blonde (the book upon which the movie is based, not the novelization), and a massive book about Russian history. Yum. Books.

Tonight we had a line-through at Ripley-Grier. I was so tired, I was a bit punchy--during the Twelfth Night runthrough, instead of saying "Good madam, let me see your face," I said "let me see your breasts." Tracy went along with it, and I started laughing so hard I was crying at my next line, which was "Excellently done--if God did all." Of course, her next line was "'Tis ingrained, sir, 'twill endure wind and weather." I had this image of these Pamela Anderson-esque fake breasts.

Comments

Freudian?

[minstrel70.livejournal.com]

Thank God I didn't read this at work! My coworkers would have thought me insane, I'm laughing so hard!

Re: Freudian?

[ceebeegee.livejournal.com]

No Freudian--I meant to say it but it was just one of those things where you're so tired, you laugh much harder than you normally would. The substitution just worked on every level.


Viola: Good madam, let me see your breasts.

Olivia: Have you any commission from your lord to negotitate with my breasts? (realization) You are now out of your text; but we will draw the curtain and show you the picture...Is't not well-done?

V: Excellently done, if God did all.

O: 'Tis in grain, sir; 'twill endure wind and weather.

V:...Lady, you are the cruellest she alive if you will lead these graces to the grave and leave the world no copy.

O: O sir, I will not be so hard-hearted, I will give out divers schedules of my breasts; it shall be inventoried...as, item, two nipples, indifferent red...

Re: Freudian?

[king-duncan.livejournal.com]

Perhaps "Good madam, let me see your breasts!" could replace "Shut up and show us your tits!" at Shakespearean venues.

Re: Freudian?

[ceebeegee.livejournal.com]

Hmm. Yes. I think that could work.