...Every time Auron calls Braska 'my lord', I start snickering. At least he doesn't use any of the variations Horatio does - "Here, sweet lord, at your service." I know that this was totally unsketchy back in Elizabethan times, but still. And Hamlet/Horatio and Braska/Auron have so many parallels. Down to the 'Would you stop calling me that?' 'No. My lord.' Horatio is way more of a wuss than Auron, though, but that's okay, because Hamlet is the l33t swordsman in that relationship.

Speaking of Hamlet, I never posted about seeing Hamlet in Boston Common. Aside from the set, which I didn't like, it was wonderful. The casting was totally spot-on, and the acting was great. Act 1, Scene II, where Hamlet and Horatio meet for the first time in the play? Hamlet picks Horatio up in this big hug and spins him around. It was beautiful. And they had the most perfect death scene ever. Right before or after (can't remember which) the "Good night, sweet prince, and flights of angels sing you to your rest." line, Horatio actually kisses Hamlet on the forehead. I was going 'Yes! Yes!' as quietly as I could manage XD;

Garden update: It's actually looking like a garden instead of a living version of 'Weeds of New England', although there's a corner with a bean plant gone wild I still have to deal with, along with some tidying up. I'm pleased, even if my hands and knees are staring to hurt.