anti-Stratfordian, Anyonymous, artistic collaboration, artistic process, Brows Held High, Charles Lewis III, Christopher Marlowe, Doctor Faustus, Donald Rumsfeld, Edward de Vere, Francis Ford Coppola, Frida Kahlo, Gangs of New York, Henry VI, Hustle & Flow, In For a Penny, J. Thomas Looney, Jaws, Joe Madden, John Milius, Joseph Fiennes, Kanye West, King Lear, Kit Marlowe, Kyle Kallgren, Lauryn Hill, non-Stratfordian, Oxford, plagiarism, Pulp Fiction, Quentin Tarantino, Religion of Humanity, Reservoir Dogs, Robert Towne, Roger Avary, Roland Emmerich, Romeo and Juliet, San Francisco Theater Pub, SF Theater Pub, Shakespeare Identified, Shakespeare in Love, Sleep with Me, Steven Spielberg, Stratford-upon-Avon, the absence of evidence is not the evidence of absence, The Algonquin Round Table, The Authorship Question, The Godfather, The Inklings, The Life of Pablo, The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill, Tom Stoppard, Top Gun, William Shakespeare
In which my penultimate entry takes on that one Shakespeare question that just won’t go away.
It’s a bit empty ‘round the ‘Pub offices these days. Yes, there are Theater Pub offices. They’re located within a classified, heavily-guarded location that may or may not resemble the ThunderCats’ Lair. Within the great hall – which bears a strong resemblance to the Childlike Empress’ throne room in The NeverEnding Story – we ‘Pubbers gather to feast on divine ambrosia, sip unicorn tears from The Holy Grail, and plot world domination. We also occasionally write plays.
But yes, these days our hallowed halls aren’t as occupied as they once were: no more dispatches from the rainbow over Cowan Palace; the Working Title now reads “Happily Ever After”; Everything has moved on to Something greater; The Five are too busy…
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