Hi all!  I took the day off from work, so I get to hang out here as much as I want.

*whistles a happy tune*

[ August 10, 2001: Message edited by: Gigi ]

Hey there, TreeHouse!  I'm trying to actually get some real work done today (ha ha), so I'll be in an out, here but not here, etc. etc.

So you're a cosmic force, eh, Libbette?  Cool!  I've never actually hung out with a force before.

I like it.

*basks in radiated cosmic force glory*

*radiates*

I'm actually very diverse -- this afternoon I was a princess, now I'm a cosmic force.  Who knows what I'll be next!

Wow, after graduating to cosmic force there really isn't much to aspire to after that.  You could be some kind of universal law of physics, but its hard to get invited to parties when you've reached that level.

*still basking*

Hey Turtle, hows the lurking going?

I read your post in the story section about Kendrick and MS&T, and I about choked on my drink laughing!  How uncharacteristic of you to post that in a Story section!  And how very, very funny.  Ha ha!

Gigi, I hear they've got a dark chocolate patch now, that can wean you down to milk chocolate in a few months...

And now for something completely different ...

This recently discovered folio edition of "Hamlet" follows other known versions closely until Act V, Scene II, where it begins to diverge at line 232, as will be seen:

KING     ...`Now the king drinks to Hamlet.'
Come, begin, And you the judges, bear a wary eye.

Trumpets sound.  HAMLET and LAERTES take their stations.

HAMLET:  Come on, sir.
LAERTES: Come, my lord.

Enter FRED, DAPHNE, VELMA, SHAGGY, AND SCOOBY.

DAPHNE:  Wait!
SHAGGY:  Stop the fight!

HAMLET and LAERTES put up their foils.

KING:    I like this not.  Say wherefore you do speak?
FRED:    Good lord, I pray thee, let thy anger wait.
For we, in seeking clues, have found the truth behind
the strange events of latter days.
VELMA:   The first clue came from Elsinore's high walls,
Where, so said Hamlet, Hamlet's ghost did walk.
Yet though the elder Hamlet met his death,
And perforce hath been buried in the ground,
'Tis yet true one would not expect a ghost
To carry mud upon his spectral boots. 
Yet mud didst Shaggy and his faithful hound
Espy, with footprints leading to a drop. This might,
at first, indeed bespeak a ghost...
Until, when I did seek for other answers, I found a
great, wide cloth of deepest black Discarded in the
moat of Elsinore.
'Tis clear, the "ghost" used this to
slow his fall while darkness rendered him invisible.
FRED:    The second clue we found, my lord, was this.
KING:    It seems to me a portrait of my brother
In staine'd glass, that sunlight may shine through.
FRED:    But see, my lord, when placed before a
lantern--
KING:    My brother's ghost!
HAMLET:  My father!
VELMA:   Nay, his image.
FRED:    In sooth, that image caught the Prince's eye
When he went to confront his lady mother.
Nor did his sword pierce poor Polonius.
For Hamlet's blade did mark the castle wall
Behind the rent made in the tapestry.
Polonius was murdered by another.
The knife which killed him entered from behind.
LAERTES: But who?
FRED:    Indeed my lords, that you shall see.
HAMLET:  And if this ghost was naught but light and air,
Then what of that which I did touch and
speak to?

The GHOST enters.

GHOST:    Indeed, my son.
SHAGGY:   Zoinks!
DAPHNE:   Jenkies!
GHOST:    Mark them not.
Thou hast neglected duty far too long.
Shall this, my murderer, live on unharmed?
Must I remain forever unavenged?

SCOOBY and SHAGGY run away from the GHOST.
SCOOBY, looking backward, runs into a tapestry,
tearing it down.  As a result, tapestries around the
walls collapse, one surrounding the GHOST.

GHOST:    What?
FRED:     Good Osric, pray restrain that "ghost",
That we may reach the bottom of the matter.
Now let us see who truly walked tonight.
FRED removes the helm and the disguise from the GHOST'S face.

ALL:      Tis Fortinbras!
FRED:     The valiant prince of Norway!
FORTINBRAS: Indeed it is, and curses on you all!
This Hamlet's father brought my own to death,
And cost me all my rightful heritage.
And so I killed this king, and hoped his son
Would prove no obstacle to Norway's crown.
Then Claudius bethought himself the killer
(As if one might be poisoned through the ear!)
The brother, not the son, took Denmark's throne,
And held to Norway with a tighter grip.
I swore an end to Denmark's royal house.
I spoke to Hamlet of his uncle's crimes.
Then killed Polonius to spark Laertes.
This day, with poison's aid, all might have died,
And Denmark might have come to me as well
As my beloved Norway and revenge.
My scheme blinded them all, as if by fog
But for these medd'ling kids and this their dog.
KING:     The villain stands confessed.  Now let us go.
For much remains to us to be discussed
And suitable reward must needs be found
For these, our young detectives and their hound.

EXEUNT OMNES.

Cordially,

ElderTurtle (P.o.W.)

[ August 10, 2001: Message edited by: ElderTurtle ]

*laughs*

ElderTurtle, I bow down humbly before your brilliance!

*kowtows*

Oh, and happy 401 post, to you Turtle.  I almost didn't get that slipped in there!

Happy 400 post to you
Happy 400 post to you
Hopefully more honored in the breach than the observance (Hamlet, Act 1, Scene 4)
Happy 400 post to you!

:-)

Smiley faces all round.

:-)

*hugs Marian and gives her some more tissues*

You'll never have to say goodbye to us, we're well and truly addicted!  We'll never stop.