Quincey Morris fought 30-50 feral hogs on a daily basis only to be taken down by the henchmen of an immigration-anxiety metaphor in an unfashionable straw hat
There's totally a nonzero chance that someone mentioned that (but that I missed that part) and that we then started running with it? ๐ No idea--not trying to take credit for anything that someone had already thought up!
The most important new idea to emerge from #Shax2024: our horror seminar's idea for "13th Night," in which Malvolio returns to strangle everyone w/his yellow stockings
If you're free Th 3:30, come by the Shax & Horror seminar, where I will be talking about how these two things are actually the same thing! (I will also be in the Marriott bar for happy hour afterwards.)
Hi! Hello! I have not used this Twitter in *checks* almost 2 years?! Just here to say I will be at #Shax2024 if anyone wants to meet up (afternoon/evening Wed & probably a good bit Thurs before 3:00).
@CindySurlefil@_wildmilk The top part of Kendall's keeps going for a couple extra steps, which feels very accurate in that someone always has to step in and say "no Ken srsly it's over you lost"
(Roman otoh just collapses spectacularly and pretty much immediately)
Correction: Quincey's reminiscing. I like to imagine all this is referring to schoolboy shenanigans. "dressed one anotherโs wounds after trying a landing"="put SpongeBob bandaids on each other's skinned knees after wiping out trying to pop wheelies on our bikes"
The thing I love about the group dynamic in Dracula is it's like when you have your wedding or birthday party or something and you invite your high school BFF, your college BFF, and your workplace BFF and they all invite their partner or roommate whom you've never met
Following day at lunch they snuck off behind the stables & took another blood oath, this time w/Quincey's pocketknife ("c'mon guys at least let me get some peroxide from the nurse's station" implored Jack) & swore they'd never let anyone, however much a hottie, come btwn them
Aww, my first April Fool's "prank"! (Comp has been practicing paragraph structure by writing a make-believe paper about how to successfully raid the tomb of a cursed mummy, so there's been a lot of Brendan Fraser jokes this week.) Found this outside my office door after class.
Imagine Art Holmwood with a giant pile of papers on his lap, thinking to himself "how long do I need to pretend to look at each page so that they'll think I'm actually reading it"