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2009-03-30 12:30 AM a couple of things hmmm, i can catch up on a lot of my tv programs online...thank you for full episodes. no, i don't get to see them all, but then again, i do end up watching things i might not usually.
i've been interested in showtime's (or is it hbo's) the tudors...from what i've seen, not totally accurate and now i've missed the best part of henry vii's life...ann boylyn. seriously, you brits have her to thank for the church of england, if for nothing else than her own selfish purpose. ok, ok, for no other reason than her own selfish purpose. and uh...i do believe henry was already fat and stinky from his unfortunate fall off the horse by the time ann came along. and yet, showtime shows him all pretty, thin, still athletic after ann. i'm pretty sure that's not the way i read it throughout most of history's accounts. i believe he almost died from that and ann was one of the ones to "nurse" him back to health...and he retained that "infected" stinky afterwards. oh i love how history tries to gloss over the lack of hygiene. i always think back to one of shakespere's sonnets... My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips' red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head. I have seen roses damask'd, red and white, But no such roses see I in her cheeks; And in some perfumes is there more delight Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks. I love to hear her speak, yet well I know That music hath a far more pleasing sound; I grant I never saw a goddess go; My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground: And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare As any she belied with false compare. ah, yes, love is indeed blind (and possibly a few other things)... well, ok, i can't find any more episodes. i guess i'll have to give this one up. on the up side today...i had some guy give me $10 at the store. why you might ask? cause i was the next person in line behind him. when he tried to hand me the $10, i at first refused, to which he said...."i'm leaving and i'm leaving this here" so i took it. it's time to pay it forward! Read/Post Comments (3) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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