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The Island of Misfit Shakespeare:

How was everybody’s Christmas?  Man it’s feeling pretty neglected here lately.  Ye Olde Blogge is starting to look old.  I think it’s going to be time for a change in the new year.

But!  Tradition does have it that I share my Shakespeare christmas with everybody and I’m not about to let that stop.

Let’s start out with the twins.  I’ve actually had Shakespeare stickers on my work laptop since last year (I posted about a year ago during my “decorating your life” phase). But I’ve got another identical machine for personal use, that has to date been naked.  No longer!

Twins!

Ah, that’s better. Now they match.   If you can’t quite read it, the new one is the one on the left and has the “Some are born great…” quote from Twelfth Night.  It actually came as a big white sheet sticker as if they wanted me to cover the whole front with it, but I didn’t like that so I carefully cut the good bits out and just used those. You can’t quite see it in the picture but my son pointed out that the Apple logo behind it glows right through, and looks very cool.

Last year I got some Shakespeare pajamas that I wear every night, so as Christmas approached I told my wife directly, “This, I like this.  More like this.  You know, in case you need ideas.”

This year I got two, and I love them both for how wacky they are. First is a colored shirt with a Merchant of Venice image and quote:

So far so good!  The quote is on the back:

I laughed out loud at the obvious mistake. Everybody sees it, right?  For a second I wanted to double check the text to make sure I wasn’t missing something obvious (good tip for arguing politics on the internet – always be willing to entertain the possibility that you might be mistaken), but I was not.  “villains’s”.  It’s as if the creator got halfway through the shirt and said, “Wait, is it s-apostrophe or apostrophe-s?  I can’t be arsed to go look, just do both!”

My daughter said, “We should return it.”

I said, “Are you kidding?  It’s stuff like this that makes these conversation pieces! I love it.”

The second one is even better, and it’s all visual:

Man, Shakespeare does not look like he’s having a good day.  I pondered aloud, “Why is he cross-eyed?” and our neighbor offered, “Because he’s trying to look at the things he’s juggling?”  Good idea.

“Is he wearing Chuck Taylors?” another asked.  I didn’t even realize.  He is indeed.

What I noticed is what he’s juggling. There’s the comedy / tragedy masks, that makes sense. And a sword, fine, lots of Shakespeare scenes have swords.  The skull, that’s gotta by Yorick.

But … a lizard?  For the life of me I still cannot figure out why he is juggling a lizard.  He looks like Quincy, Jason’s pet lizard in the comic Foxtrot.

I know it’s a week+ late, but how was everybody else’s Christmas?  I also got a gift certificate to Newbury Comics and am looking to grab the Deadpool/Shakespeare crossover whenever I can find it.  Anybody get anything cool?

The Island of Misfit Shakespeare:

How was everybody’s Christmas?  Man it’s feeling pretty neglected here lately.  Ye Olde Blogge is starting to look old.  I think it’s going to be time for a change in the new year.

But!  Tradition does have it that I share my Shakespeare christmas with everybody and I’m not about to let that stop.

Let’s start out with the twins.  I’ve actually had Shakespeare stickers on my work laptop since last year (I posted about a year ago during my “decorating your life” phase). But I’ve got another identical machine for personal use, that has to date been naked.  No longer!

Twins!

Ah, that’s better. Now they match.   If you can’t quite read it, the new one is the one on the left and has the “Some are born great…” quote from Twelfth Night.  It actually came as a big white sheet sticker as if they wanted me to cover the whole front with it, but I didn’t like that so I carefully cut the good bits out and just used those. You can’t quite see it in the picture but my son pointed out that the Apple logo behind it glows right through, and looks very cool.

Last year I got some Shakespeare pajamas that I wear every night, so as Christmas approached I told my wife directly, “This, I like this.  More like this.  You know, in case you need ideas.”

This year I got two, and I love them both for how wacky they are. First is a colored shirt with a Merchant of Venice image and quote:

So far so good!  The quote is on the back:

I laughed out loud at the obvious mistake. Everybody sees it, right?  For a second I wanted to double check the text to make sure I wasn’t missing something obvious (good tip for arguing politics on the internet – always be willing to entertain the possibility that you might be mistaken), but I was not.  "villains’s".  It’s as if the creator got halfway through the shirt and said, “Wait, is it s-apostrophe or apostrophe-s?  I can’t be arsed to go look, just do both!”

My daughter said, “We should return it.”

I said, “Are you kidding?  It’s stuff like this that makes these conversation pieces! I love it.”

The second one is even better, and it’s all visual:

Man, Shakespeare does not look like he’s having a good day.  I pondered aloud, “Why is he cross-eyed?” and our neighbor offered, “Because he’s trying to look at the things he’s juggling?”  Good idea.

“Is he wearing Chuck Taylors?” another asked.  I didn’t even realize.  He is indeed.

What I noticed is what he’s juggling. There’s the comedy / tragedy masks, that makes sense. And a sword, fine, lots of Shakespeare scenes have swords.  The skull, that’s gotta by Yorick.

But … a lizard?  For the life of me I still cannot figure out why he is juggling a lizard.  He looks like Quincy, Jason’s pet lizard in the comic Foxtrot.

I know it’s a week+ late, but how was everybody else’s Christmas?  I also got a gift certificate to Newbury Comics and am looking to grab the Deadpool/Shakespeare crossover whenever I can find it.  Anybody get anything cool?

The Satirical Rogue Says That Old Men Have Grey Beards #NoShaveNovember:

Well I didn’t write a novel, but I can say I reached the end of No Shave November!  Sometimes it’s nice to just set yourself a personal motivational reminder that I can actually set my mind to do something for 30 days (or in this case, not do something) and actually follow all the way through with it.  Maybe for next month I’ll try taking the stairs every day? 🙂

Thinking about shaving it down into something Shakespeare style, but I’ve never managed to make that work in the past and I end up getting rid of it.  Droeshout style has almost no beard, while Chandos when you look close goes all the way up the jaw line, which isn’t a great modern look either.  I guess we’ll have to see!

Seriously, though, go check out No Shave November and maybe share some links or donate some money. If you already did, thanks!

The Satirical Rogue Says That Old Men Have Grey Beards #NoShaveNovember:

Well I didn’t write a novel, but I can say I reached the end of No Shave November!  Sometimes it’s nice to just set yourself a personal motivational reminder that I can actually set my mind to do something for 30 days (or in this case, not do something) and actually follow all the way through with it.  Maybe for next month I’ll try taking the stairs every day? 🙂

Thinking about shaving it down into something Shakespeare style, but I’ve never managed to make that work in the past and I end up getting rid of it.  Droeshout style has almost no beard, while Chandos when you look close goes all the way up the jaw line, which isn’t a great modern look either.  I guess we’ll have to see!

Seriously, though, go check out No Shave November and maybe share some links or donate some money. If you already did, thanks!

Your Loss, Beatrice.:

“Lord, I could not endure a husband with a
beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen. ” – Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing

Every year around this time I like to take part in “No Shave November,” otherwise known as “Woohoo I don’t have to shave for two weeks!” followed by “Oh my god is it December yet this itching is going to drive me crazy!”

Seriously, though, sometimes it’s nice to have a cause and try to do something meaningful:

The goal of No-Shave November is to grow awareness by embracing our hair, which many cancer patients lose, and letting it grow wild and free. Donate the money you typically spend on shaving and grooming to educate about cancer prevention, save lives, and aid those fighting the battle.

If I count Facebook and Twitter I’ve potentially got over ten thousand people that might see this post.  Maybe some of you might find it a cause worth supporting.  I don’t really register and create my own page and that sort of thing, because it’s not really about me. If you’re in a position to donate and would like to do so, that’s awesome. If you’re not, then maybe you can share this post so more people see it. There’s lots of ways to help.

Thanks for your support!  I’ll update again later in the month!

Your Loss, Beatrice.:

“Lord, I could not endure a husband with a
beard on his face: I had rather lie in the woollen. ” – Beatrice, Much Ado About Nothing

Every year around this time I like to take part in “No Shave November,” otherwise known as “Woohoo I don’t have to shave for two weeks!” followed by “Oh my god is it December yet this itching is going to drive me crazy!”

Seriously, though, sometimes it’s nice to have a cause and try to do something meaningful:

The goal of No-Shave November is to grow awareness by embracing our hair, which many cancer patients lose, and letting it grow wild and free. Donate the money you typically spend on shaving and grooming to educate about cancer prevention, save lives, and aid those fighting the battle.

If I count Facebook and Twitter I’ve potentially got over ten thousand people that might see this post.  Maybe some of you might find it a cause worth supporting.  I don’t really register and create my own page and that sort of thing, because it’s not really about me. If you’re in a position to donate and would like to do so, that’s awesome. If you’re not, then maybe you can share this post so more people see it. There’s lots of ways to help.

Thanks for your support!  I’ll update again later in the month!

Horatio’s Big Moment:

I may have mentioned that I did not, at all, like Horatio in Benedict Cumberbatch’s Hamlet. It wasn’t just the over the top hipster characterization. He just didn’t … do, anything.  He’s a nonentity in almost all of the play.  When we see him in the unusual scene one he’s little more than a messenger with something very important to say, who is dismissed by Hamlet before he gets to say it.  Later it almost seems like he’s heading out of town, having given up Hamlet for dead.

Except for one scene.  Hamlet’s back, he’s relayed the ridiculous story of how he escaped the pirates, and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are No More.  This takes Horatio a second to piece together, or maybe it just takes him a second to work up the guts to say it, but:

HORATIO
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to’t.

HAMLET
Why, man, they did make love to this employment;
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow:
‘Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.

HORATIO
Why, what a king is this!

He yells that last line at Hamlet.  I think it’s the only time he raises his voice.  Took me by surprise, actually. But I liked the interpretation.  Hamlet is in the middle of justifying how he’s left two “friends” to their death and that he doesn’t think twice about it, and Horatio has to say, “LISTEN TO YOURSELF! Were you supposed to be king? Is this the kind of king you would have been?”

Bardfilm tells me that this line can be interpreted as meaning Claudius – agreement with Hamlet, getting back to the original “It was them or me, Claudius is the one that sent me to my potential death” argument.  If that’s the case, then at least in this production Horatio would still be just a sniveling toady.  Hamlet’s told him that he killed two guys and doesn’t care, and Horatio’s all, “Yeah, screw them!  Claudius is the real bad guy here, not you! Let’s go get a scone and an espresso, I want you to read my Nanowrimo entry…”

(P.S. I feel obliged to point out here, for those that do not have the text handy, that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern do NOT typically know that they are taking Hamlet to his murder.  I wonder if Hamlet knew that, if it would have given him pause?)

Horatio’s Big Moment:

I may have mentioned that I did not, at all, like Horatio in Benedict Cumberbatch’s Hamlet. It wasn’t just the over the top hipster characterization. He just didn’t … do, anything.  He’s a nonentity in almost all of the play.  When we see him in the unusual scene one he’s little more than a messenger with something very important to say, who is dismissed by Hamlet before he gets to say it.  Later it almost seems like he’s heading out of town, having given up Hamlet for dead.

Except for one scene.  Hamlet’s back, he’s relayed the ridiculous story of how he escaped the pirates, and Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are No More.  This takes Horatio a second to piece together, or maybe it just takes him a second to work up the guts to say it, but:

HORATIO
So Guildenstern and Rosencrantz go to’t.

HAMLET
Why, man, they did make love to this employment;
They are not near my conscience; their defeat
Does by their own insinuation grow:
‘Tis dangerous when the baser nature comes
Between the pass and fell incensed points
Of mighty opposites.

HORATIO
Why, what a king is this!

He yells that last line at Hamlet.  I think it’s the only time he raises his voice.  Took me by surprise, actually. But I liked the interpretation.  Hamlet is in the middle of justifying how he’s left two “friends” to their death and that he doesn’t think twice about it, and Horatio has to say, “LISTEN TO YOURSELF! Were you supposed to be king? Is this the kind of king you would have been?”

Bardfilm tells me that this line can be interpreted as meaning Claudius – agreement with Hamlet, getting back to the original “It was them or me, Claudius is the one that sent me to my potential death” argument.  If that’s the case, then at least in this production Horatio would still be just a sniveling toady.  Hamlet’s told him that he killed two guys and doesn’t care, and Horatio’s all, “Yeah, screw them!  Claudius is the real bad guy here, not you! Let’s go get a scone and an espresso, I want you to read my Nanowrimo entry…”

(P.S. I feel obliged to point out here, for those that do not have the text handy, that Rosencrantz and Guildenstern do NOT typically know that they are taking Hamlet to his murder.  I wonder if Hamlet knew that, if it would have given him pause?)

A New (?) Theory About Hamlet’s Ghost:

One of the reasons I love Shakespeare is that every time I see a play, I see something that I’ve never considered before.  Beneficial Cinnabun’s version is no different.

Consider the ghost’s appearance in the bedchamber scene.  A standard question on high school exams is, “Is the ghost even real at this point, or is Hamlet insane?  How come we could see the ghost in the first two occurrences, but not this one?”

Coming away from Benvolio Concubine’s version I’m left with a new idea.  What if the ghost is there because Hamlet is screwing up the plan, and he’s here to save him?

It depends heavily on how you play it, but this version of Hamlet (I’m getting tired of thinking up variations for the man’s name) is pretty heavy handed with all of the “Look, seriously, I’m not crazy I’m only pretending” clues.  It goes so far as having Hamlet himself dress up to take part in the play-within-a-play and pour the poison in his player father’s ear, which is about as big an F-U to Claudius as you could imagine.  If that doesn’t say “I know what you did” I don’t know what would.

And now here he is lecturing his mother on “almost as bad dear queen as kill a king and marry with his brother” and everything that comes after.  I imagine the ghost hovering underneath the stones (a joke the “old mole” played for laughs earlier) thinking, “What is this kid doing???”

So he makes an appearance, where he basically yells at his son that he’s doing everything wrong.  He’s invisible to Gertrude, so it’s going to look like Hamlet is suddenly talking to no one.  He comes as an angry ghost, so from Gertrude’s perspective her son goes from yelling at her to apologizing to the wall.  Presto, now she’s back in the “My son is crazy” camp.

One of the big questions is whether Gertrude knows what Claudius did, and/or was in on it.  But either way, she’s still a mother dealing with her son, and as far as I know is very rarely shown to be more on Claudius’ side than Hamlet’s.  So, she’s already sympathetic to his cause.  Maybe she doesn’t know what Claudius did.  Maybe Hamlet is actually convincing her that maybe there’s something to it.   Maybe, if the ghost doesn’t appear, maybe she goes to Claudius and says, “Hamlet was in here muttering all kinds of weirdness about me murdering his father.”  But that doesn’t happen.  The ghosts appearance makes her firmly believe that her son is nuts and needs to be protected from a very irate Claudius.  She says nothing, other than the obvious murder thing.

I suppose most of the scene continues after the ghost disappears, so Hamlet’s got plenty of time to talk sense to his mother.  Or, you could shuffle things around a bit so that all the logic comes first, then the ghost, and then she’s left completely confused as to whether he’s nuts or not.  Lots of potential room for interpretation I hadn’t really considered before.

A New (?) Theory About Hamlet’s Ghost:

One of the reasons I love Shakespeare is that every time I see a play, I see something that I’ve never considered before.  Beneficial Cinnabun’s version is no different.

Consider the ghost’s appearance in the bedchamber scene.  A standard question on high school exams is, “Is the ghost even real at this point, or is Hamlet insane?  How come we could see the ghost in the first two occurrences, but not this one?”

Coming away from Benvolio Concubine’s version I’m left with a new idea.  What if the ghost is there because Hamlet is screwing up the plan, and he’s here to save him?

It depends heavily on how you play it, but this version of Hamlet (I’m getting tired of thinking up variations for the man’s name) is pretty heavy handed with all of the “Look, seriously, I’m not crazy I’m only pretending” clues.  It goes so far as having Hamlet himself dress up to take part in the play-within-a-play and pour the poison in his player father’s ear, which is about as big an F-U to Claudius as you could imagine.  If that doesn’t say “I know what you did” I don’t know what would.

And now here he is lecturing his mother on “almost as bad dear queen as kill a king and marry with his brother” and everything that comes after.  I imagine the ghost hovering underneath the stones (a joke the “old mole” played for laughs earlier) thinking, “What is this kid doing???”

So he makes an appearance, where he basically yells at his son that he’s doing everything wrong.  He’s invisible to Gertrude, so it’s going to look like Hamlet is suddenly talking to no one.  He comes as an angry ghost, so from Gertrude’s perspective her son goes from yelling at her to apologizing to the wall.  Presto, now she’s back in the “My son is crazy” camp.

One of the big questions is whether Gertrude knows what Claudius did, and/or was in on it.  But either way, she’s still a mother dealing with her son, and as far as I know is very rarely shown to be more on Claudius’ side than Hamlet’s.  So, she’s already sympathetic to his cause.  Maybe she doesn’t know what Claudius did.  Maybe Hamlet is actually convincing her that maybe there’s something to it.   Maybe, if the ghost doesn’t appear, maybe she goes to Claudius and says, “Hamlet was in here muttering all kinds of weirdness about me murdering his father.”  But that doesn’t happen.  The ghosts appearance makes her firmly believe that her son is nuts and needs to be protected from a very irate Claudius.  She says nothing, other than the obvious murder thing.

I suppose most of the scene continues after the ghost disappears, so Hamlet’s got plenty of time to talk sense to his mother.  Or, you could shuffle things around a bit so that all the logic comes first, then the ghost, and then she’s left completely confused as to whether he’s nuts or not.  Lots of potential room for interpretation I hadn’t really considered before.