Dylan+Dolin

Okeydokey so it's time to post something funny...this is two things but they really go hand in hand and you need both of them to appreciate the other fully

http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/558516

http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/495903

do tham in whetaverer ordir but mast imprantentilly enjoy :)

What a Wonderful Blog #4 it seems that the play is over and everyone is dead and there are no marriages of any kind so this play is definitely a tragedy. So I wanted to take a look at the scene with poor old Yorick First Clown Why, sir, his hide is so tanned with his trade, that he will keep out water a great while; and your water is a sore decayer of your whoreson dead body. Here's a skull now; this skull has lain in the earth three and twenty years. HAMLET Whose was it? First Clown A whoreson mad fellow's it was: whose do you think it was? HAMLET Nay, I know not. First Clown A pestilence on him for a mad rogue! a' poured a flagon of Rhenish on my head once. This same skull, sir, was Yorick's skull, the king's jester. HAMLET This? First Clown E'en that. HAMLET Let me see. Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest, of most excellent fancy: he hath borne me on his back a thousand times; and now, how abhorred in my imagination it is! my gorge rims at it. Here hung those lips that I have kissed I know not how oft. Where be your gibes now? your gambols? your songs? your flashes of merriment, that were wont to set the table on a roar? Not one now, to mock your own grinning? quite chap-fallen? Now get you to my lady's chamber, and tell her, let her paint an inch thick, to this favour she must come; make her laugh at that. Prithee, Horatio, tell me one thing.

the line in this that i really want to focus on is: this skull has lain in the earth three and twenty years.

So how old do you think Hamlet is? If he said he remembers old Yorick playing with him he probably would have had to have been about 5 years old during that time, and since Yorick has been dead and buried for 23 years that would at minimum make Hamlet 28. To connect this with our question in my reality Hamlet was a lot younger because thats how i perceived it but with evidence he's a lot older So i guess so much for my teen angst theory and he's arguably older than that. and you know what else since this play was based off of an old prince that was even before Shakespeare's time and then if you look at the life expectancy of people at this tilme...they were all probably ready to die anyways so theres no real point in lamenting over it. Hammy Baby #3 Time waits for no man...except ricky... so i actually decied to post this on time this week.media type="youtube" key="L5C5kSBBpsY" width="425" height="350"

well i figure it is only fitting since I'm doing this blog post on a sunday night to talk about suicide

// To be, or not to be, that is the question: // Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; // To sleep, perchance to dream— //ay, // there's the rub: // For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off // this mortal coil, // Must give us pause—there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might // his quietus make // // With a bare bodkin? // Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, // The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn // // No traveller returns, // puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? // Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, // And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.
 * Hamlet: **

just makes you feel like a basket of roses don't it? let's just all kill ourselves with naked bodies of our relatives shall we? Oh wait i'm getting a note here...so thats not what bare bodkin means...oh well ummm let's just stab ourselves so we don't have to toil any more. But I think it may be illegal so check with the police first. So I know you're all dying to know how this relates to our essential question of perception and reality and all that junk well Hamlets reality is that he is a whiny bitch so there.

Hamlet Blog #2 And here we go with week 2. I guess I'll actually have to use my own opinions and ideas in this post instead of relying on the humor that is gay people (especially the sassy kind). I also feel like I should give my blog posts some kind of theme but lets let that come as it will shall we? Moving right along I've decided that this week some sort of passage from Hamlet should be scrutinized It waves me still. Go on; I'll follow thee. You shall not go, my lord. Be ruled; you shall not go. My fate cries out, And makes each petty artery in this body As hardy as the Nemean lion's nerve. Still am I call'd. Unhand me, gentlemen. By heaven, I'll make a ghost of him that lets me! I say, away! [//To the Ghost.//] Go on; I'll follow thee.
 * HAMLET**
 * MARCELLUS**
 * HAMLET** Hold off your hands.
 * HORATIO**
 * HAMLET**

well well well... It seems that Hamlet is showing his true colors...those colors being black, grey, and get your hands off of me. He is a rather pushy fellow and he has a lot of angst. Really to me he seems like a teenager and he just wants to rail against society and go chase ghost (or do drugs, whatevs). I guess what I'm saying is Hamlet is being a stupid teenager right here and I don't doubt he'll keep being very sullen and complainy throughout the rest of the play.

Hamlet Blog #1 Okey dokey so here goes Hamlet Blog post numero 1. I feel like even though this has almost nothing to do with Act 1 scenes 1 or 2 i have to start my blog with a little video....it uses a swear word...so if you're offended by the "B word" maybe don't watch it. I feel like i have to say that because of the web contract thing and im not totally sure whats allowed. media type="youtube" key="jnvgq8STMGM" width="425" height="350" anywho....act 1 scenes ii and ii the start of the play. I feel they set the mood for the whole thing people going crazy and seeing dead kings and then theres the incestuous overtones of Claudius and Gertrude and Gertrude and Hamlet...I guess Gertrude likes her family a lot....but yeah then of course theres Hamlet's depression showing already.