You can buy the Kindle version of I Am Marcus Fox today and tomorrow for 99 cents. That’s like, less than a cup of coffee for Sally Struthers. How much does a cup of coffee cost? Like $76, right?
To whomever (or whatever) is listening, reading, watching, be gentle with us. We are but single-consciousness individuals who go about our days and nights glued to screens and gadgets. To wit, we are mostly harmless.
Even though I had a front row seat to the smoke, I was probably affected no more or no less than every other American, ally, and free-loving citizen. My eyes well up just as yours do. We are all in this ghastly, heart wrenching memory together.
— Captain! There’s something terribly wrong with Madame Marmalade! She’s moaning and crooning a seasick wailing tune that can only be described as “unfortunate for one’s ears.”
— Really, Thompson? That’s the only way it can be described?
We return with Angelo telling a merchant that Antipholus owes him money for a chain. Thrilling.
Enter Antipholus. He tells Dromio to buy him a rope. Whoa!
For a comedy, it sure starts out inside a barrel of overly zealous monkeys!
This soggy dude named Aegon comes waltzing up to Duke Solinus and tells a harrowing story of how his ship was wrecked and his sons were killed in the disaster. At first it sounded like his wife had just given birth to twin boys and then a few hours later, some other woman gave birth to two boys as well. So I thought we were in for a romping good time with a mistaken identity show.
What’s the point in reading if you aren’t enjoying it? And how can you enjoy a story if you aren’t understanding it? This isn’t a trick question. Fictions — well-written fictions, anyway — are created with the intention of pleasing the reader with an interesting tale. If you are struggling to grasp what is being conveyed on the page, then maybe you’re just not into the work. It’s OK, you can move on.
Well, I’ve done it. I’ve been bouncing back and forth and around the horn and through again between and upside out with these templates.
Humans cannot fathom infinity. And yet, we can as we have a clearly defined word for it. It’s like when you think of what’s out there beyond the beyond. How far does space go, bud?
What I know about Toni Morrison could be confined to this sentence: She wrote many lovely books of which I have read only Sula.
Jaques is sad at the start of Act IV. Well, melancholic anyway. I think he has the traveling woes. Poor Jaques. I know you not.
Play number three is another comedy! A quick note on Shakespeare’s definition of “comedy.” Though these plays do have humorous moments, they aren’t the rolling-in-the-aisles type of entertainment we are used to today.
I’ve got a couple hours to myself today and I am spending them by eating lunch and going to see the new Quentin Tarantino film, Once Upon A Time… In Hollywood. The moon and the stars have aligned and I am able to see my first movie out in ages and ages. I’ll even do you one better than that! The last time I saw a movie on opening day weekend was… well, maybe it’s never happened before. Not in my recent adult life anyway. And by recent I mean the last decade or so.
I’m not blogging this week. Why? Because I’m on a bloggy break. This one doesn’t count. There’s nothing to see here. Just a placeholder for the week of July eh, what’s today’s date? 24th? I don’t think it’s the 24th yet.
Are you a writer? It’s ok if you haven’t admitted to yourself that you are yet. And it’s perfectly fine and normal if you haven’t yet admitted it to anyone else! In fact, I’d be surprised to hear if you do go about proclaiming your self-prescribed title to everyone you meet.
Guys! Girls! Hear me! Join me! We need to start (or continue) plotting our stories. It might be the most important thing! The plot.
Dear fiction writers (especially those who are struggling to complete a first draft — I’m looking at you, world builders),
I’d like to talk about one of the biggest impediments to my progress toward finishing the first draft of my sci-fi novel. I will do so in screenplay form, because the distance dulls the pain.
Please enjoy Backstory: The Movie!
Until today, I never once wondered what the E stood for in Alfred E. Neuman. Upon learning the news that, after 67 years, Mad Magazine is cutting its production to “year-end specials” for an undetermined time, I cranked up the creaky Google machine to learn (quite to my satisfaction) that the eponymous E, believe it or not, stands for “enigma.”
If my calculations are correct, it’s just about 7:30 p.m. EST on this current year’s 4th of America. That means it’s still light outside because, you know, farmers require their ever-lovin’ sunshine to sow their night crops of barley, hay, and thyme. Or something. I forget how most things, including Daylight Savings Time and a well-balanced mentality, work.
The calendar says we’re now in the second half of 2019. Really, time? Is that how you’re going to play it? Very well then, let’s reflect.