Characters:
The Oudeis – A full facial white mask and a dark robe with a hood
Kadmon – No mask, white robe
Aspirant – No mask, ragged clothing, lines spoken with a sob
A lamp of seven candles sitting on a mirrored table illuminates the darkness. Fog surrounds the area, and there is a single person (Kadmon) standing behind the candelabra.
(Enter Oudeis stage right – Walks forward – paces at the front of the stage – Oudeis always speaks to the Audience [even the absence of the audience] and gestures wildly)
TO: Dead man walking! Rigzu ve’al techetau!
The night has descended! Pachad Baleilot!
The dead awaken to search for souls to devour!
Beware the shells that cling to them!
Defy dark plague and slay! slay! slay!
Storm and cloud and fire, kill them!
(Strong voice, arms crossed, head held high, rigidly still)
K: O ye phantoms, spawn of Mirage, of Maya, of Samsara,
Come in under the shadow of this grey rock
And I will show you something different from either
TO: Out of the dead land – falsehood and darkness
Damned and remaindered, let them all cease forever!
Reply you damned shade. Reply!
(Enter Aspirant stage left – stumbles halfway to table, collapses to knees, hands outstretched…)
A: Lasciate ogne speranza…
TO: Nothing to be sure!
Become, that speech may befit you!
Work, that your arms may belong to you!
Walk, that your legs may suit your nature!
Think, that you may cease to be bestial!
Will, that you may merit a soul!
K: Come in under the shadow of this grey rock
And I will show you your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
TO: I will show you fear in a handful of dust…
(A stumbles closer to the table with arms outstretched towards K)
A: I am laved in the flood of thy bliss O death
What strength have I, that one such as I should endure?
TO: Here, coffin that slowly passes, I give you my sprig of lilac…
K: But it is not Sheol that praises, nor the land of the Dead that extols; Nor do they who descend into the Pit hope for grace. The living, only the living can give thanks.
(TO sighs loudly, then pulls up A and leads him to the table)
End Act I
Feelin’ it
“Don’t try to live so wise
Don’t cry ’cause you’re so right
Don’t dry with fakes or fears
‘Cause you will hate yourself in the end…”
- Wind by Akeboshi (see below for lyrics)
Lindsay Library Update
A local library fired their librarian after she called the police on a patron viewing child pornography on library computers. County officials stated that the firing had to do with business concerns, and were not linked to the incident. According to documents released today, that does not seem to be the case.
Locked in
So I actually managed the WordPress 2.5 upgrade without too many problems. At this point, my main issue is that I can’t seem to change themes anymore. I’ve got so many plugins and hacks embedded in various parts of the php to get Vistered Little working that I can’t change anything without breaking the whole blog. Forgot to fix the class-IXR.php file (for Live+Press which oddly enough still works), so I’m actually just posting this to make sure that I don’t get an XML dump when I hit Publish.
Oh yeah, and the new WP interface is really nice.
And so it begins…
Chris Pirillo had a hilarious staged fight with his wife, while Virgin and Google are starting a fictitious Mars colonization project called Virgle, and Mike Arrington is claiming he will sue Facebook for 25 million dollars (Dr. Evil mannerisms not included).
April Fools 2.0
