Barking

Barking. Loud and continuous. Great, now that I have the cats outside, I get the dogs in my ear. I feel like getting the gun and taking care of the promblem once for all. It's that mini-doberman.

Funny, it has been a long time since I have been bothered by this barking. Where has the dog been? Maybe it's the warmer nights? Do they keep the dog inside in bad weather? If so, good for them, but it would be even better if they could get the beast to shut up.

Rain?

I wake up at around six-thirty to that drippy-slapping sound on the elephant ears outside my window.

Rain?

Yes, but it was a light rain, and it has stopped already. I don't rush out to get the cats inside. Besides, I would probably only spook them and send them running. They are now used to me coming to the door late at around eight. They should be on the patio per their routine. I hope.

New Tumblr policy

New Tumblr policy:

In case you didn’t read through carefully the new Community Guidelines limit us a bit. There are two things you should know.

1. If you blog is not tagged NSFW go do so now. That can get you shut down.

2. Tumblr does not allow us to host explicit video on here anymore. They provide a link to XHamster for those purposes. So be aware next time you want to make a video to host it somewhere else and link it to your Tumblr instead.

At least it doesn't look like they are going to shut out the porn. There was some discussion a few months ago to do that in a bid to become more mainstream.

Hamlet (2,2) A God Kissing Carrion

Back to the action. Claudius and Gertrude have left the scene at Polonius’s urging, and the old chamberlain approaches Hamlet, who is walking through reading a book. Remember, Hamlet’s garb and manner are off-putting and slack, very unprincely. It might be helpful to imagine Hamlet as if he were an alcoholic on a binge, being perhaps a bit unshaven and unkempt and raw of manner, though we know he is not drunk. It has been two months since he met with the ghost of his dead father, and he accordingly feels estranged from Claudius’s court, from everyone, and he still does not know what to do about the call for revenge.

The following is based on Marvin Rosenberg’s discussion of the scene with the smoothing influence of my imagination.

Polonius is wary of the newly strange and uncertain prince, and he is tender in his approach, as if Hamlet were more like a feral cat:

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