Bloody Beachballs and the Bard
17/08/2006 02:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIt's 2.30pm on a crisp crunchy sunny day and silly Izzie is slaving over a stupid keyboard at the Angel's Netcafe. Was rather tempted to leave the Preciousss upstairs in the Lair but figured we could afford to spend an hour or two snatching the handful of podcasts with their use by date coming up.
Just came from our usual haunt in Freo and was ever ever so tempted to stay longer but figures that we'll be going back around 4pm anyway. What the Iz really needs is a netcafe open in the evenings so we don't need to waste precious daylight hours
Well. Snatching pods would not be a problem if we could do something else at the same time which is usually the case - like squiggling or reading friends pages or such or tweeking about over at Vox. Still not posted there yet.
But no - just about every attempt to look at any webpage is greeted by that filthy stinking spinning beachball of doom. In the end Firefox froze yet again and we had to dump it. Such a pain that it's Firefox that always freezes but Opera that has the ever so nifty 'Go back to where you were last time"feature. Well - we guess that makes up for being Simpy and Vox unfriendly.
One of the programs we are poaching is from a forum about the Future of Shakespeare. Had such a fit of the Izzie giggles listening and got all nostalgic too. So so got to see some decent version of Henry V after hearing this.
Frankly, given a choice between Willie Wobbledagger and Dreary Dickens, the Iz chooses the Bard every time - like he's mnuch easier to understand!
But this appreciation was due much less to stuff we did in school but to a wonderful radio drama on the BBC World Service many moons ago about some Shakespearean actor from the 1800s. These folks had the novel idea of actually ACTING the plays instead of the utterly ridiculous business of getting poor long suffering and easily bored young English Literature students to read the scripts for at least 6 months before even being allowed near a theatrical version - usually something utterly insufferable staring that pompous prat Laurence Olivier.
Did manage to find the Derek Jacobi version of Hamlet and was almost glued to the screen for the whole four hours or so.
But it was seeing Ian McKellar's utterly wicked Richard at a packed theatre in Hamburg and the movie version about 3 times that really got the Izzie addicted.
Discovered that if you got decent actors - there's no need to even read the script at all - which of course there shouldn't be.
So snatch him off the academics and give him back to the actors and maybe then this fascinating stuff would not be ruined for so many young things.
Just came from our usual haunt in Freo and was ever ever so tempted to stay longer but figures that we'll be going back around 4pm anyway. What the Iz really needs is a netcafe open in the evenings so we don't need to waste precious daylight hours
Well. Snatching pods would not be a problem if we could do something else at the same time which is usually the case - like squiggling or reading friends pages or such or tweeking about over at Vox. Still not posted there yet.
But no - just about every attempt to look at any webpage is greeted by that filthy stinking spinning beachball of doom. In the end Firefox froze yet again and we had to dump it. Such a pain that it's Firefox that always freezes but Opera that has the ever so nifty 'Go back to where you were last time"feature. Well - we guess that makes up for being Simpy and Vox unfriendly.
One of the programs we are poaching is from a forum about the Future of Shakespeare. Had such a fit of the Izzie giggles listening and got all nostalgic too. So so got to see some decent version of Henry V after hearing this.
Frankly, given a choice between Willie Wobbledagger and Dreary Dickens, the Iz chooses the Bard every time - like he's mnuch easier to understand!
But this appreciation was due much less to stuff we did in school but to a wonderful radio drama on the BBC World Service many moons ago about some Shakespearean actor from the 1800s. These folks had the novel idea of actually ACTING the plays instead of the utterly ridiculous business of getting poor long suffering and easily bored young English Literature students to read the scripts for at least 6 months before even being allowed near a theatrical version - usually something utterly insufferable staring that pompous prat Laurence Olivier.
Did manage to find the Derek Jacobi version of Hamlet and was almost glued to the screen for the whole four hours or so.
But it was seeing Ian McKellar's utterly wicked Richard at a packed theatre in Hamburg and the movie version about 3 times that really got the Izzie addicted.
Discovered that if you got decent actors - there's no need to even read the script at all - which of course there shouldn't be.
So snatch him off the academics and give him back to the actors and maybe then this fascinating stuff would not be ruined for so many young things.
