{"id":15334,"date":"2016-08-03T17:24:37","date_gmt":"2016-08-03T21:24:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.kith.org\/journals\/vardibidian\/2016\/08\/03\/15334.html"},"modified":"2024-01-19T11:54:56","modified_gmt":"2024-01-19T16:54:56","slug":"malvolio-production-diary-9-da","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/2016\/08\/03\/malvolio-production-diary-9-da\/","title":{"rendered":"Malvolio Production Diary: 9 days"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Not much to update on the Malvolio front. Rehearsals are going well, things are coming together. I have my garters.\n<p>An odd moment may be worth remembering: we were in the last scene, and I was doing my big Speech O&#8217; Pathos. <i>Why have you given me such clear lights of favor?<\/I> I asked. <i>Bade me come smiling and cross-gartered to you, to put on yellow stockings?<\/i> At this point, the whole cast corpsed. Behind me. I could hear the stifled snickers. The director tried to hold it together. He couldn&#8217;t. He looked down, then looked up, caught somebody&#8217;s eye&#8212;someone who was also trying not to break&#8212;and then had to turn his back on the stage entirely.\n<p>I carried on, of course.\n<p>I had no idea what was going on. Suddenly everyone was laughing, and the director couldn&#8217;t look at me. No idea. Carry on. <i>Acting this in an obedient hope.<\/i> <i>Tell me why?<\/i>\n<p>Eventually, as we did notes, everyone talked about it, and I discovered it had nothing to do with me or what I was doing. Someone, I believe our Sebastian, said or did something funny. I was down center and facing the audience, so whatever happened was behind my back. It was evidently really, really funny, though. Or struck everyone as funny at the moment. We might have been a little punchy at the end of the night, although it wasn&#8217;t particularly late. Anyway, it wasn&#8217;t me.\n<p>Phew. I think.\n<p><I>Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus<\/I>,<br>-Vardibidian.\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In Which Your Humble Blogger attempted to surreptitiously examine his zipper, but, you know, the middle of a monologue isn&#8217;t the simplest time for that.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[209],"tags":[218,217],"class_list":["post-15334","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-theeyater","tag-malvolio","tag-shakespeare"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15334","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=15334"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15334\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16399,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15334\/revisions\/16399"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=15334"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=15334"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kith.org\/vardibidian\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=15334"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}