Alright, so I am going to work on this play called Macbeth. Why the bloody hell not.
No, but really I better start working out, and try to get some semblance of a warrior across my physique. That and the director hinted something about being naked. Well there is only so much I can do. I'm a grower, not a shower. But that not withstanding, I think the fight scene at the end of the play, MacB v MacD, should be grandiose. Well, I atleast have aspirations that it will be awesome, and prolonged, and exhausting. Lots of sound and fury. A bit of a play within a play. And metal clanging. Some welding sparks and sweat flying across the stage would not be amiss. All that requires some good amount of physical fitness, and aerobic breath. I don't mind if the audience leaves with a comment such as "the play was alright, and Moti, really knew all those lines, but the fight, oh my." I more or less picture the scene thus: turn hell hound, blah, blah, blah, ok, let's fight, and fight, fight, fight, and fight, sweat, breathe, speak, breathe, fight, fight, fight, fight some more, breath, fight some more still, sweat, make MacD trip, eat MacD elbow, fight, fight, fight, speak, breathe, fight, fight, fight, run off stage, or die on stage, whatever the director decides, and finally, have my head carried off. So I should get in shape. I get daily HowTo.com. video clips in my inbox. Today I recieved one with instructions on the proper application of the caveman diet, which is basic and rather scandinavian. Its comprised of berries, nuts, venison, turnips, salmon, greens, and other such foods that are more less handy to your caveman environment, and require little more then hunting,or gathering. I watched Office Space last night, it was on TV, and there is a scene of the lead guy, forget his name, when he beings to trip down the primrose road of nihilism, he brings a freshly caught salmon into his cubicle, fillets it on his desk, and tosses the innards into the waste basket. Ah why then he was a man.
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