Category: theeyater

In Which Your Humble Blogger gets through and then leaves town.

In Which Your Humble Blogger leans to the left, leans to the right, stands up, sits down… and then pretty much stands up again.

In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that this all contains spoilers for the production; Gentle Readers who might conceivably attend may want to skip these entries and read them after. Or just skip them, you know.

In Which Your Humble Blogger capers. A bit. Nothing too excessive.

In Which Your Humble Blogger stands quite still and sweats.

In Which Your Humble Blogger focused for forty-eight hours on playing a three creditors, a zombie, another zombie, and a business man, none of whom were really worth writing about.

In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t have another rehearsal until Wednesday, so plenty of time to eat my liver.

In Which Your Humble Blogger brings Malvolio to other people for the first time.

In which Your Humble Blogger knows that when Shakespeare wants a character to have an accent, he makes is very clear, and that’s not the case here, but still.

In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes this is all at least somewhat interesting to someone.