spatch in his
cataloguing of ephemera from the Somerville Theatre has discovered
evidence of
Three Live Ghosts in the theatrical wild of 1922; I am delighted. I had never heard of this play
before June and now my husband is under instructions to steal the program if he finds it.
Time has been weird for ages and I understand the shifting nature of lunisolar calendars, but I still don't understand how it's already Erev Yom Kippur.
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I'm trying to brace for November Hanukkah, but I don't think it's going to help.
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https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thanksgivukkah
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Pfui!
*hugs*
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DUN MAKE ME GO BACK THERE TOMORROW
THEY'LL EAT ME
AND I'M SO PLUMP
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AND I'M SO PLUMP
YOU ARE AN APEX PREDATOR AND SHOULD STAY PUT.
*hugs*
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*hugs*
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I really enjoy your postings here.
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Thank you for letting me know, and for the offer of the laptop! I will keep you posted on the ongoing state of the Bertie (at the moment, that cats are not allowed to sit on him. Seriously, they're not).
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It walks!
Nine
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He also discovered evidence of the theater ghost, or at least the name traditionally assigned to the theater ghost, which may or may not have anything to do with the real-life person who bore it.
(I hope there's going to be an archive.)
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Three little ghostesses,
Sitting on postesses,
Eating buttered toastesses,
Greasing their fistesses,
Up to their wristesses.
Oh, what beastesses
To make such feastesses!
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I feel like I saw that illustrated by Maurice Sendak and I hope it's true.