No offense, truly, but please don’t tell me you’re taking away my eye candy from the past few nights! IOW, I’m in serious like with Alison Stone Roberg. Plus, she gets bonus points for ridding me of having to endure the grating facial expressions of John Krizel.
I hadn’t seen this thread, but was watching Jeopardy tonight and I thought I recognized you (I remember meeting you at least once at a Dope get together in Charlotte, maybe another time in Raleigh). Came on here to check that it actually was you.
The only problem with King John is that you know nothing whatsoever about it and notfrommensa has never heard of it, and neither has most of the rest of the population. Hence, not much of a draw unless you like very obscure Shakespeare, and while college theater groups sometimes take a chance on that sort of thing, high schools generally don’t.
(Well, that and it’s pretty weird and episodic and makes no mention whatsoever of the Magna Carta, which is the only thing most modern-day audiences know about King John. Otherwise, it’s actually got some very cool bits.)
Ha! I actually recognized you as well from that same Doper get-together. Way to go! (I actually called my mom to tell her I had met that woman currently on Jeopardy. Yes, most exciting thing that’s happened to me this week.)
I must say, with all sincerity, congratulations and good show! You truly played a fantastic game, and you seem like an extremely kind and gracious person.
Again: Well done, and I wish you much continued success.
I’ve been to a performance of King John. There used to be a theater troupe in Seattle that did “recontextualizations” of classic plays. (In their Romeo and Juliet, the Capulets and Montagues were rival lesbian softball teams, for example.) Their performances were in the back room of a bar. For King John they divided the audience in half and gave us cocktail toothpicks with British or French flags on them, so we could cheer for our side.
I taped it last night before I knew a doper was going to be on. I didn’t watch it because through some unknown glitch only the audio got recorded. Now I have to watch it. Or listen to it, rather. I can pretend I’m Eddie Timanus.