I put in enough hours earlier this week that I was going to have to take today off, anyway, to avoid going into overtime. And of course, since this week has been really busy (and fantastic) and exhausting (and awesome), I got sick.
Now, I’m sufficiently fueled by guilt that when I take a sick day, I typically get freaked out about even leaving the house to buy chicken soup and rent some movies. Because clearly, if I’m well enough to do that, why the hell am I not at the office? The great thing about already having the day off is that I could leave the house without fear. (Do others share this paranoia?)
Anyway, I picked up the first several episodes of the first season of Rome. I am an enormous fan of Mary Renault (though admittedly she is more about the Greeks) and I, Claudius, and I’m hoping this will sound some of the same notes.
Jim O. Says:
Monday, October 22, 2007 at 7:19 pm. |
I haven’t watched either “Mary Renault” or “I, Claudius”, but Kat and I just sprinted through both seasons of Rome and enjoyed it immensely. Well acted, well written, beautifully staged. It’s brutal in a number of ways, but felt authentic. (As if I would know what an authentic fall of a republic would be like. Oh…wait.) We’re sad it didn’t continue.
sara Says:
Wednesday, October 24, 2007 at 4:29 pm. |
I just got through the first season. Brutal indeed. I agree about the performances, and it’s gorgeous to look at. I’m not as in love with the writing, but I’ll definitely watch the second season.
I think you and Kat would love I, Claudius, and you might very well like Mary Renault, too — she has a bunch of fantastic historical novels, upon which I imprinted at an early age. Start with The King Must Die.
Joseph McBee Says:
Thursday, October 25, 2007 at 4:51 am. |
I know EXACTLY how you feel about being sick and feeling guilty. I am the same way. My Dad always told me that if I was sick I should go to school/work and then I would feel better. Now, I have to practically be entertaining Death himself before I feel I am sick enough to stay home from work. Ahh the baggage we carry from our youth.