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Last Entry from the Computer Lab for the summer

Lo and behold, the Computer Lab is still open (and I was able to use the quick and dirty stop on the way to the wretched bus stop at the darn terminal...). I'm in the process of downloading the MP3s of Pazu's fan novelization of "A.I.", which I'm, burning onto audio disks, and make it easier to listen to. It looks like I'll only have time for Part One, but I'm cool with that. I'll burn the next part from the CyberCafe... if they ever find out what the hell was making the comps there sooo... daaaarrrn... ssslllloooowwww. (Besides the fact that the stupid kids download every spyware-raddled program on the 'Net.)

I'm also posting something I should have mentioned last night: I'm going out with my folks tonight, specifically to the Vokes Theatre in Wayland; we're seeing their production of Moliere's "The Educated Ladies" -- and if it's anything like their production of "The Imaginary Invalid" a few years back, it's liable to be hysterical. I'm not sure when we'll be back, so I may not be on AIM till after midnight, if at all.

( I also bring gifts... )

Back from the theatre...

I don't think I've described the Vokes Theatre before, at least, not on this journal... It's a *tiny* little theatre which a semi-retired actress, Beatrice Herford, built back in 1905 for a group of acting buddies of hers, where they could put on small shows. It's now the home of a small semi-professional theatre company, the Vokes Players, who put on about three or four shows a year, including tonight's offering, "The Learned Ladies".

Quick plot: Henriette, the younger daughter of a wealthy Parisian lady, wants to marry the love of her life, but her mother, a noisy termagant who's taken the intellectual life to the extreeme, wants her to marry a pompous, phony intellectual writer of terrible poetry, who wants nothing more than to get his hooks Henriette's inheritance. At first glance, you might think it's a slam against women's right to education, but then you realize, it's a send-up of people who get so hung up on intellectual matters that they lose sight of practical things, and it's also really a defense for self-respecting women who just want to be a good wife and mom to their kids. Henriette has every oppurtunity to be just as much of an intellectual as her mother and older sister, but she's happier with the prospect of having a family.

The art design was incredible: 17th century/Baroque costumes and props and set (a single, all-purpose box set, since the stage is *tiny*). Great wigs on the guys, including this nearly-waist length brown wig for Henriette's father!