Lurid!

[handful_ofdust]

That's the only word to describe this nutbucket "educational film" pitch I'm working on...a lurid farrago of soap opera crossed with big-I Issues. All the characters are interrelated, with complex backstories and equally epic to-come-later frontstories; the house-party is the anchor-point for both, a sort of knot of wrongness around which everrything else spins. And that's only if I've got it right.

Well, anyhow: I make it to tomorrow, I send it off, we see how they like it. And in the meantime...Shakespeare!

When shall we three meet again,
in thunder, ligtning, or in rain?

When the hurly-burly's done;
When the battle's lost and won.

Where the place?

Upon the heath.

There to meet with?

Macbeth.

Fair is foul and foul is fair,
Hover through the fog and the filthy air.

Where hast thou been, sister?

Killing swine. And thou?

A sailor's wife had chestnuts in her lap
And munch'd, and munch'd. Give me, quoth I!
Aroint ye, witch! The rump-fed ronyon cries.
Her husband's to Aleppo gone, master of the Tiger.
But in a sieve I'll thither sail,
And like a rat without a tail,
I'll do, and I'll do, and I'll do.

[Punctuation mine, spelling too--this is from memory. Still, pretty good, if I dare say so myself.]

Now peace! The charm's wound up.