The sun shines at an angle
Independent of global politics, it has just been a terrible day, starting with surreal levels of exhaustion and incorporating a superfluous and ongoing reminder that our apartment is almost absurdly unhealthy for me. I have done nothing of interest beyond rewatching Gabriel Pascal's Major Barbara (1941) and comparing the text with the Penguin edition of Shaw's play that I bought used after seeing a graduate production at Brandeis in 2000; it represents one of the few times in my life that I have defaced a book in that I pencilled in brackets around dialogue which the production had omitted. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch asked if I was making the same kind of annotations for the film, but there's so much expansion and cutting and line-by-line rearrangement that it would come out looking like one of the eight-by-ten color glossy pictures from "Alice's Restaurant" with the circles and the arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one explaining how it was to be used as evidence against Gabriel Pascal for some of those rewrites. I wouldn't mind a published screenplay if I could get hold of one, but I suspect it's as out of reach as The Long Voyage Home (1940). [edit: To my ironic surprise, there is one on the Internet Archive. It must have been the shooting script; except for the third act where most of the differences did not translate to the screen, it's very much closer to the stage version than the finished film. That is interesting, but for my purposes completely unhelpful.] Otherwise the sum total of my accomplishments for the day maxes out at providing a lap with an electric blanket across it for a cat to nest in. I am aware this is sufficient unto the cat, but I wanted to be doing so much more, by which I mean anything.
spatch asked if I was making the same kind of annotations for the film, but there's so much expansion and cutting and line-by-line rearrangement that it would come out looking like one of the eight-by-ten color glossy pictures from "Alice's Restaurant" with the circles and the arrows and the paragraph on the back of each one explaining how it was to be used as evidence against Gabriel Pascal for some of those rewrites. I wouldn't mind a published screenplay if I could get hold of one, but I suspect it's as out of reach as The Long Voyage Home (1940). [edit: To my ironic surprise, there is one on the Internet Archive. It must have been the shooting script; except for the third act where most of the differences did not translate to the screen, it's very much closer to the stage version than the finished film. That is interesting, but for my purposes completely unhelpful.] Otherwise the sum total of my accomplishments for the day maxes out at providing a lap with an electric blanket across it for a cat to nest in. I am aware this is sufficient unto the cat, but I wanted to be doing so much more, by which I mean anything.
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Hashtag Relatable, as they say. :(
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*hugs*
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Thank you. I hope I can get the time and the combobulation to do anything with it.
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Have you seen the music video of Ukrainian farmers stealing Russian tanks? I find it very cheering.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGvQSxGvAas
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"Go go little tractor, [color of] tractor, [animal] makes [sound], off we go!"
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That reminds me, this lecture-concert seems timely.
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Thank you. I had not seen the video.
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Please tell them I'm very proud of them and so would be their secondhand relatives who knew from shell games.
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*hugs*
It's just been a long run of days of feeling useless, which is boring!
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*hugs*