Cinderella Shoe Scene | Dutch National Ballet| Marquee TV

Two Gentlemen of Verona was darling. I've seen so many reditions of Cinderella, including a dirty seventies version, that I was certain I'd seen this. Wrong again, looks fab... My apologies, out of commission again... Ebay will be vacationing, feel free to shop my Amazon, Printer's STUDIO, and ZAZZLE shops though. 

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Shakespeare: Two Gentlemen of Verona (Royal Shakespeare Company)

Making it through the week with free Marquee TV. How did I miss this? Thought I read and saw all of Shakespeare's plays at this point. Wrong again. It's so cute. 

Dreams 8/2

 The dreaming began with a cloth bound book missing its dust jacket. It was purple and had an old woman in an apron embossed in sparkling turquoise. She might've been a witch. She seemed to be dancing, her apron was caught up in the breeze. Beneath her two children crouched by a washtub. They looked Dutch by their wooden clogs. The girl had long braided pigtails. It might've been a book of fairy tales. 

  In the following dream I was in a cafeteria eating lunch with my friend, Rick. There was a dance coming up, and Rick seemed too thick to realize I wanted him to take me. Later, after the dance, we were leaving, and my grade school friend, Karen, was at the door. She wanted to talk to Rick who was disinterested. 

  The third dream began with me packing for a hiking trip. My backpack was very heavy, and I moved like a turtle due to the two hardback books, one my gigantic college Shakespeare book. I was wearing Mummy's thick brown parka. I'd gotten to an Asian woman's apartment where I opted to leave the Shakespeare and switch to her much lighter leather vest that was loaded with little zippered pockets up the sides. I slipped some pot into the bottom pocket on the left. She didn't seem very happy about the lending. I think her husband was going on the field trip with us. He looked very much like that count in France who murdered his entire family and skipped the country. He wore rose or amber colored sunglases, not sure which, they seemed to change. When I got on the bus it was already very crowded, the black pleather seats were mostly taken. My Aunt Judy was there, a woman in a tan jacket sat beside her. The spot next to my highschool English teacher, Chris, was free, but she had a little black satchel there. She smiled uncomfortably. I sat down adjacent to Aunt Judy and was chatting with her when I woke. 

the feeling of going 2017, trailer - Skånes Dansteater - Ben Wright

Marquee TV has redeemed itself with me. It's not woke ass, it's jusr the limey Globe theater that has become intolerable. I've been there, too. Missed a jazz version of Macbeth for a Jack the Ripper tour in Whitechapel that never showed up. There was a sweet bus driver, who was worried about me, but I pity the fool. Looks like I didn't miss much. Anyways, after skipping all of the heinous Shakespearean productions, (Shakespeare was a dead beat dad, afterall), with their cheap paper bag costumes, first, I watched The Royal Ballet's Alice in Wonderland. At first I was put-off by the thirty-five-year-old Alice and tacky looking costumes. I was thinking this is going to be really dumb, but it wasn't. It was good. The Knave of Hearts was quite delectable. Then, I tried the Swedish, The Feeling of Going. I don't like opera, besides Pavarotti, but the music was wonderful. The dance was intriquing, too. I don't think I've ever seen anything like it. Mr. Furry Pants and Toilet Paper Face were high points, but the lead and Sweet Voiced Devil were pretty charming, too. My attention span is getting shorter and shorter. It often takes me three days to watch a film. More often I give up within the first twenty minutes, learned not to waste time. But, I watched The Feeling of Going straight through. I'd love the soundtrack. The female lead sounded like a young Kate Bush. 

Svetlana Zakharova and David Hallberg. "Sleeping beauty". Act 1. The Bol...

I was excited to find free Marquee TV this week. I've read and seen most of Shakespeare's plays but found a few that have escaped me. I decided to start with Troilus and Cressida. Didn't have a big problem with a female Odysseus since boys played female roles in Shakespeare's time, but the fact that she was African not Greek or even attempting Greekness put me off. So, tried Cymbeline next. Shut that straight off with the African prince of England. Alright, then, I used to take my students to the ballet since I knew a principal dancer and worked with the director's wife, I got free tickets. I don't think I've ever seen Sleeping Beauty but love the music. Maleficent was a big man, but that's okay, she's a bad faery. It was very good. The women were beautiful, and that dancer in periwinkle with the feathered cap was hot. I'm working with Donatella again for her Yuletide Fashion collection, so decided to try King John. I was joking with a friend that I bet he was black and gay, but he's a woman. I can't hack this woke ass shit. I might go back to making paper flowers with the flaming Alton on the free Craftsy, then. Might as well. And, if that isn't woke enough for you, I've got a gripe about the Next Door app that I got suckered into, too. First post I commented on, I deleted my account. Here's why: a woman had posted that her package had been misdelivered. My response was something like this: The Pony Hexpress misdelivers and steals my packages regularly, this is why I use UPS. I was LIVID with them about five Christmases ago. They were also in on rigging the election; now we all must suffer The Kid Smeller. Right away a window popped up saying kindness matters and that my post looked suspicious. Would I care to edit or rephrase it? No, I would not and deleted that shit. Another thing, same bad fat people with big hair artist that fakebook used to push CONVID. I suspect Next Door to be fakebook infiltrating the neighborhoods. Well, I'm not letting them in my head. I think most of my neighbors are illegal. 

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