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Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio, a fellow of infinite jest, a most excellent Klingon.

By a Star Trek "gen" artist named Gennie Summers.

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O look: it's Klingon Shakespeare.

I love this picture. I think it's both fun -- and funny. In fact, I thought it was so funny that I posted it on the Facebook wall of a friend of mine, along with the caption:
I'm sorry that the only way you can relate to Shakespeare is by making him a Klingon.
Extra funny, no? Apparently: no. She deleted it immediately.

So I wrote her: omg, did you delete my Klingon Shakespeare?

without hesitation, she wrote back.

This was confusing. So I went away and thought about it. But I'm still confused.

What I do understand is that at almost the same time I was offending one friend, I was posting this picture on someone else's wall:


To which he responded: Apparently, there is a Klingon Language Institute.

And I wrote back: Yes, Steve. "Apparently." Like you didn't email that doctoral thesis TO EVERYONE YOU KNOW.

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So what's the difference? The difference, I think, is that guys understand that Facebook is pretty useless except for making fun of each other (o, guys will say that they're using Facebook to help promote their book/band/freelance work, but really they know that the whole thing is hopeless ... unless you're Andrew Pyper, who seems to be some kind of Can Lit version of Clark Kent or George Clooney, only powered by bow ties), whereas girls use Facebook as some kind of aggregated schoolyard where they can tell each other how fabulous they are and how much they want to eat stuff (but they can't, they just can't!) while secretly hating each other's guts and wanting to destroy each other and this is *definitely* not the place to make fun of Shakespeare or Gwyneth or say anything mean about cats or twee quotations about happiness.

Anyway, that's my best guess. I'd appreciate any help I could get with this.

Comments

  1. What's Klingon for "Uh Huh. Sure."?

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  2. I despair on facebook. My neices insist I join, but I feel its like a rackety cocktail party with lots of pontificating and no cosmopolitans or beer to soften the onslaught. What it needs is a virtual bar. I'm sure Yorick would agree.

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  3. I don't have a clue about Facebook's deeper meanings but HOLY CRAP! I love this Klingon Shakespear! Not only did I just finish a winter spent rewatching all 100+ episodes of TNG but am attempting to figure out - right now- what other noteable historical figures would look like as Klingons. The mind simply reels!!!

    Ben Franklin, King Henry VIII the possibilities are endless. Brilliant brilliant brilliant!!!!

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