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mallorys_cameraOur four-year national nightmare is finally over: The White House has a pet again!!!!
Okay, okay—it isn’t a cat!
But rescue Shepherds are pretty cool.
Now, the only question remaining is, When will Melania file divorce papers?
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Note, please, that Kamala Harris earned her law degree from the same law school that Ichabod did!
And that the President Elect earned his law degree from the university RTT attended as an undergraduate!
This photo of RTT—which, as you can see, the President Elect is ruthlessly trying to photobomb—never gets old!
What else? I didn’t feel well yesterday.
My FitBit told me I’d only slept a little over five hours, so possibly that was the reason, but around noon, I became convinced that my selfless service at the polls—and did you hear Biden give me a shoutout in his C’mon people, smile on each other speech?— had caused me to contract IT.
A poll worker in Fishkill came down with IT.
So, I spent a pleasant afternoon composing my deathbed speech—I died so that you could vote for Joe Biden!—and wondering how many people will miss me.
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Somehow, I got it into my head that I need to plant garlic . If you plant garlic in late fall, you can harvest it in early spring. Sadly, BB had already planted all of his garlic, and the fabulous Filaree Garlic Farm is already sold out of all its exotic hardneck rocambole varieties, and all the farmers markets have shut down for winter. I got in the car and did a dragnet of all gardening centers within a 20-mile radius, but none of them had garlic, either. So, I guess I won’t be planting garlic this year. Planting garlic is kind of a gentleman farmer thing anyway, ‘cause it’s not as though you can’t buy garlic at any supermarket, right?
I also did some useful work and drew up a project plan for doing more!
But mostly I watched The Tudors and did a mental contrast-and-compare between its characters and the equivalent characters in Wolf Hall.
It’s hard not to fall completely in love with the Thomas Cromwell of Wolf Hall, he’s such a strategist; such a blend of keen observational powers, ruthless pragmatism, and deep emotion. The novel is remarkable in its deep, deep dive into the first-person POV, and of course, this is something that cannot be preserved in a filmed adaptation. But Mark Rylance’s brilliantly nuanced performance does capture some of that kaleidoscope of thought, memory, and sensory impression all whirling around inside the character’s head.
I found James Frain’s Cromwell in The Tudors very sympathetic as well but the script doesn’t really give him much purchase. Such clues to Cromwell’s motives as The Tudors vouchsafes spring from his sympathy with the Lutheran cause—which while historically accurate, is kinda one-note.
Natalie Dormer (The Tudors) wins my mano a mano Anne Boleyn contest hands down. With her catlike face and provocative smile, she’s leagues more attractive to me than the icy, petulant, thin-lipped Claire Foy, who always seems to be on the edge of scowling.
Damon Lewis is a much better Henry VIII, though. Jonathan Rhys Meyers portrays Henry as kind of a monster. Of course, again, a lot of that is the script—I’m not what you would call a scholar of the Age of Tudors, but even I was able to pick out numerous historical inaccuracies in The Tudors: annoying!—but in his youth, Henry VIII was often described as charming, generous and even a bit playful. He was raised as “the spare,” after all, and “spares” are useless redundancies in most situations. He would have had to charm. Inbred presumptions of absolute power would have had to been something that evolved slowly.
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I slept nine hours last night and am feeling much better today, so it’s off to the salt mines following the daily tromp.
Okay, okay—it isn’t a cat!
But rescue Shepherds are pretty cool.
Now, the only question remaining is, When will Melania file divorce papers?
###
Note, please, that Kamala Harris earned her law degree from the same law school that Ichabod did!
And that the President Elect earned his law degree from the university RTT attended as an undergraduate!
This photo of RTT—which, as you can see, the President Elect is ruthlessly trying to photobomb—never gets old!
What else? I didn’t feel well yesterday.
My FitBit told me I’d only slept a little over five hours, so possibly that was the reason, but around noon, I became convinced that my selfless service at the polls—and did you hear Biden give me a shoutout in his C’mon people, smile on each other speech?— had caused me to contract IT.
A poll worker in Fishkill came down with IT.
So, I spent a pleasant afternoon composing my deathbed speech—I died so that you could vote for Joe Biden!—and wondering how many people will miss me.
###
Somehow, I got it into my head that I need to plant garlic . If you plant garlic in late fall, you can harvest it in early spring. Sadly, BB had already planted all of his garlic, and the fabulous Filaree Garlic Farm is already sold out of all its exotic hardneck rocambole varieties, and all the farmers markets have shut down for winter. I got in the car and did a dragnet of all gardening centers within a 20-mile radius, but none of them had garlic, either. So, I guess I won’t be planting garlic this year. Planting garlic is kind of a gentleman farmer thing anyway, ‘cause it’s not as though you can’t buy garlic at any supermarket, right?
I also did some useful work and drew up a project plan for doing more!
But mostly I watched The Tudors and did a mental contrast-and-compare between its characters and the equivalent characters in Wolf Hall.
It’s hard not to fall completely in love with the Thomas Cromwell of Wolf Hall, he’s such a strategist; such a blend of keen observational powers, ruthless pragmatism, and deep emotion. The novel is remarkable in its deep, deep dive into the first-person POV, and of course, this is something that cannot be preserved in a filmed adaptation. But Mark Rylance’s brilliantly nuanced performance does capture some of that kaleidoscope of thought, memory, and sensory impression all whirling around inside the character’s head.
I found James Frain’s Cromwell in The Tudors very sympathetic as well but the script doesn’t really give him much purchase. Such clues to Cromwell’s motives as The Tudors vouchsafes spring from his sympathy with the Lutheran cause—which while historically accurate, is kinda one-note.
Natalie Dormer (The Tudors) wins my mano a mano Anne Boleyn contest hands down. With her catlike face and provocative smile, she’s leagues more attractive to me than the icy, petulant, thin-lipped Claire Foy, who always seems to be on the edge of scowling.
Damon Lewis is a much better Henry VIII, though. Jonathan Rhys Meyers portrays Henry as kind of a monster. Of course, again, a lot of that is the script—I’m not what you would call a scholar of the Age of Tudors, but even I was able to pick out numerous historical inaccuracies in The Tudors: annoying!—but in his youth, Henry VIII was often described as charming, generous and even a bit playful. He was raised as “the spare,” after all, and “spares” are useless redundancies in most situations. He would have had to charm. Inbred presumptions of absolute power would have had to been something that evolved slowly.
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I slept nine hours last night and am feeling much better today, so it’s off to the salt mines following the daily tromp.
