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Sunday,
April 22, 2007
The Sunday so far
Now that the balcony is clean and ready for use, I decided to do my yearly Selecting of the Foliage That Will Die From Heatstroke Come August. To that end, I stopped off at Calloway's Nursery and picked up verbena, lobelia, wishbone plant, and a beautiful Maggie rosebush for my big planter.
After hitting Central Market (meat and a turkey and havarti sandwich) and Kroger for the usual supplies, including the fixings for a stir-fry, I lugged all the flowers upstairs, repotted them and arranged them on the balcony. Once everything fills out a bit, I'm going to have my very own Hanging Garden of Babylon out there for, oh, at least the next two weeks before it becomes too hot to breathe outside. But before that happens, by God I'm going to enjoy my damn balcony.
WhatsawhoadWHA?
So I've been watching THE TUDORS on Showtime (flashy, pretty, lots of sex, betrayal and beheadings -- you can't go wrong with that). As I have an IQ greater than that of your average sponge, I don't really expect rigorous historical accuracy from a cable TV show, but I do kinda figure that what I'm watching is going to have some vague, tenuous connection to reality.
And then I watched tonight's episode, which blew that idea all to hell. The episode in question was apparently set in an alternate universe where Margaret Tudor (who in this universe was HVIII's older sister, wife of James IV of Scotland and grandmother of Mary Queen of Scots) was -- get this -- packed off to Lisbon and married to the aged and remarkably randy King of Portugal (who'd apparently discovered the Renaissance version of Viagra).
Yeah. But wait, it gets better -- after realizing that her hot young lover was heading back to England while she was condemned to a lifetime of geriatric sex, Margaret promptly smothered King Me Love You Long Time with a pillow. Now, even with a Chicago Public School education I knew something was hinky about that, and E. Britannica proved me right (interestingly enough, Margaret and Henry's sister Mary DID kill her aged husband, but did it with constant demands for sex rather than a pillow).
So now that I know that pretty much anything can happen on THE TUDORS as long as Anne Boylen gets it in the neck in the end, I can hardly wait for next week's episde. I bet we're going to find out that Henry's on meth, Anne is secretly an Cylon and Wolsey is having a hot S&M affair with Thomas More -- now THAT would pull in ratings.