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July 08, 2005

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Shakespeare's Sister

Good evening, brother Paul. What do you recommend this evening?

Paul T. Geist

The Heretik still favors the British ales for all souls remembered here now and in the hereafter. Must talk to him about that.

Shakespeare's Sister

Ah, good on ya, mate. A McEwan's Ale, please.

jen

Cheerio. Pint please.

The Heretik

McEwan is for all, so all are for McEwan. Pints for all. Jen, we trust you are well. We may have the trifecta in the Court Supreme. Oy.

jen

Oy know...How are you H? and Shakesis?

The Heretik

Oy thinK oy will be all right. Oy lived in Greenpernt, Brooklyn a few years, Oy did.

jen

Oy'm glad to hear that, H.

Shakesis's movie thingy got me thinking about this song

Shakespeare's Sister

I'm fine, thank you, Jen. And yourself? How is everything in your world?

jen

My world is good, Shakesis. Relatively. Trying to focus on the positive. Difficult for me. I'm sure these pints will help.

jen

see?

A Prince

Rosencrantz, could you just shut up a second? And Guildenstern, I think it's your turn to buy the next round. Now what was I saying to Sister? Oy. I almost lost my thought, if not my mind. Hmm. What a. . . What a noble .. . What a piece of work is man! How noble in reason! how infinite in faculties! in form and moving, how express and admirable! in action how like an angel! in apprehension, how like a god! the beauty of the world! the paragon of animals!

Shakespeare's Sister

Ah, prince.

When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that.

A Prince

You are a dear, sister. And . . . and . . . And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust? Man delights not me; no, nor woman neither, though by your smiling you seem to say so.

Shakespeare's Sister

What a great prince thou art.

Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon 'em.

Cassius

B, you brute, you are right. That Betty Blogger is a hottie. But I don't think either of us has a chance. The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
But in ourselves, that we are underlings

Shakespeare's Sister

Cassius, I think Betty fancies Franz. She said he's "the one." I asked her why, but she couldn't explain. She just said, "I have no other but a woman's reason:
I think him so, because I think him so."

Betty Blogger

Did I say that? Franz is my guy, a very paranoid guy, but you go to the bar with the guy you have, not the . .. oy, whatever.

Shakespeare's Sister

Oh, Betty. You're so indecisive.

Don't worry - I won't tell anyone that you're pining over Rod Bigstaff.

Betty Blogger

No, I think Rod Bigstaff, or as we call him around here Mannion prefers your sisterly charms over my mere mortal awareness. He whispered something along those lines after the last Santa Fe martini.

Shakespeare's Sister

Well, who can blame him? It must be dreadful being married to a sexy blonde.

Jane Russell

Why do these men prefer them? These blondes! Oy.

Shakespeare's Sister

Jane, I can't explain it. Although, I've found that there are men who prefer brunettes with one indigo eye and one blue-green eye, even if we don't have more fun.

Jane Russell

No wonder you like Bowie so much. He too has two different colored eyes. And he somehow got a lollipop stuck in one a few months back at a show in Switzerland. Oy.

Shakespeare's Sister

Well, darlings, I must evacuate the premises so the Scot can open the virtual bar with his mates back home. There's certainly lots for them to talk about this evening, most notably that they're all still alive.

Rest well and dream beautiful things.

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