Happy Ides of March!
Now correct me if I'm wrong, but the "Ides of March" is a "mostly-fictional" "day" made "famous" by a "possibly-fictional" playwright writing about a "probably-not" fictional emperor of Rome (or Greece--history was never my strong suit).
I've already made my dislike of the classics known, and Shakespeare is no exception. In high school, I read some play about a crazy king (or queen, maybe) who kept washing his/her hands and then his/her kids jumped off a balcony. Oh, and there was something about a shrew. And witches. I never got into any of his other works or the Young Willy, Playwright Adventurer YA series or the Shakespeare SuperHero comic books or the Big Bad William action heroes complete with moving quills.
I like my reading to be accessible. I want to understand it without hauling out a thesaurus or dictionary every third word (and what's with all the thines, thous, and forsooths? Come on, Will, write in English!).
If I want to read a sentence five times to figure out what it means, I'll re-read my Thermodynamics textbook. At least that's supposed to be tedious.
I realize many people adore Shakespeare. They go to his plays, memorize all the lines from each production, see every movie adaptation, most of which star Cate Blanchett (or is it Kate Winslet?). I think the only movie I'd be interested in would be "Godzilla vs. Shakespeare."
And you know who I'd be rooting for.
Konichiwa!
