(The utterer of the aforesaid was subsequently a regular on a TV series set in one of those eras. No Kevin Bacons were harmed in the making of this comment.)
Is it not strange that when America has lost its mind, putting the peace of the world in the hands of an arsonist who only wants to watch the world burn, that every decent man’s hopes are pendant on the sanity and stiff-backed courage of the French — the French of all people! — to insist to say NO!, to be the sole discordant voice alongside a mewling chorus of “by any means necessary”, to be the lone still small voice in that wilderness of reason to refuse a terrible bargain which can only result in catastrophe?
Who would have thought? Hopefully, least of all the ClownDisaster would have thought.
Given this observation of mine, inspired by my current passtime of re-reading Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey-Maturin series, your comment, sdferr, evokes an irony of shuddering proportions.
The theater (in the round) where they filmed that video is really amazing. The entire stage, from the basement to the rafters, is totally souped up.
They can make whole the stage rotate or just an outer ring, customizable hydraulics permit them to raise or lower any sized section of the stage they want.
For Treasure Island, the set was a ship surrounded by real water, with a 12-foot pool on one side that actors dove into but didn’t surface where we could see them.
“I give it a three.”
(The utterer of the aforesaid was subsequently a regular on a TV series set in one of those eras. No Kevin Bacons were harmed in the making of this comment.)
P5+1 is frequently in the news. The “+1” is Chermany, they say. The major trading partner standing in the background, so to speak.
So
P5+1
Is it not strange that when America has lost its mind, putting the peace of the world in the hands of an arsonist who only wants to watch the world burn, that every decent man’s hopes are pendant on the sanity and stiff-backed courage of the French — the French of all people! — to insist to say NO!, to be the sole discordant voice alongside a mewling chorus of “by any means necessary”, to be the lone still small voice in that wilderness of reason to refuse a terrible bargain which can only result in catastrophe?
Who would have thought? Hopefully, least of all the ClownDisaster would have thought.
Given this observation of mine, inspired by my current passtime of re-reading Patrick O’Brian’s Aubrey-Maturin series, your comment, sdferr, evokes an irony of shuddering proportions.
One of my bucket list items is to hear Highway to Hell played on a harpsichord…..
gahrie
While waiting for the harpsichord, how about cello?
http://youtu.be/qfGggAGITwg
Darleen:
Thanks…that was awesome!
This is just he type of musical talent I love…..
I want to be the guy that sells/repairs/restrings bows for those kids.
The theater (in the round) where they filmed that video is really amazing. The entire stage, from the basement to the rafters, is totally souped up.
They can make whole the stage rotate or just an outer ring, customizable hydraulics permit them to raise or lower any sized section of the stage they want.
For Treasure Island, the set was a ship surrounded by real water, with a 12-foot pool on one side that actors dove into but didn’t surface where we could see them.
Yeah, I saw it. Had season tickets for two years.
Not quite as good as the two cellos…..
https://youtu.be/_JWE9x0twn4