Four hundred forty-six years ago, a child was born whose words would change the face of literature. And I lurve him. If you think he's a hack, take your evil elsewhere. There's no room for it here. The first photo is the traditional representation of the Bard; the second is the newly discovered Cobbe Portrait, allegedly the only painting ever done of Shakespeare from real life.
Showing posts with label 446th birthday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 446th birthday. Show all posts
Friday, April 23, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
Shakespeare's 446th birthday -- Friday, April 23
Get your quills ready, kids. Dust off those doublets. Clean out those codpieces and de-wrinkle those ruffs! Friday is Will's 446th birthday, and it's the perfect excuse for chocolate as the main course!
Send me your plans for your Bard party. Make it good! Now I must be off to steam my chemise and fluff my petticoats. Oh, what I would give for a time machine.
(In truth, I have to go duct tape my sons to the fridge because they're watching Robot Chicken excerpts on YouTube. Damn you, Seth Green, damn youuuuuuu!)
xoxo
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