No, the only real tragedy in theatre is improv.
Because of a comment someone wrote on a previous page, I can’t look at that candle without… hating the internet.
Tempted to make depressing comments about life and stuff.
What really worries me is how long I sat here considering the implications of Grrl rather than Girl as Ophelia.
And Girl as Gertrude. No wonder Boy/Hamlet is so messed up.
¡Viva the European Traveling Minstrels!
It looks as if Yorick’s skull is trying to make a thought bubble but failing. I guess it can’t think so well without a brain in it.
this is the best. 5th panel gave me such a funny feeling.
…I’ll look ’em up later.
The drama department in college put on a production of ‘Smoking in the Alley and Gossiping About Other People’s Sexuality’ at least twice a week – though in inclement weather they changed the staging to the Art Department stairwell. Always a crowd pleaser.
(I’m not being sarcastic – we loved listening to them during studio time.)
‘Smoking in the Alley and Gossiping About Other People’s Sexuality’ better be using clove cigarettes.