| | I was sitting here just a moment ago in a red and white striped muscle shirt that was to small even for my muscle-less body. My mother had got it as a joke at some clothing sale. It was a fine joke, and I might of actually worn it if I only had muscles to rip the thing with. But as it was I simply looked a little..... well..... queer. On another note, my first classes were yesterday. These classes were English and math, or, math and English. In the first, the math class, there was the teacher who spent twenty minutes ranting on how people expect to be rewarded for being mediocre. Well, it wasn’t in a ranting voice really. I enjoyed it. The rant had some good points. Next was an English teacher who informed us that if we plagiarized, not only would we fail the class but we would also go to Hell. Another splendid moment. But here’s the thing: I didn’t begin writing this post to tell you about the first classes. Mostly because I am completely sure almost everyone of you has much better stories to tell. After all, mine weren’t exactly stories in the strictest sense; they were antidotes. No my friends, the point of this post is longevity. I was thinking back to the days when I could write a long post about nothing at all. So long that no one could be expected to read through the whole thing. The purpose of that is all to clear; I felt special writing like such. It was like a tremendous free-write. To make people go "oh my goodness that is long and I plan to not read through the whole thing." Of course, it didn’t work on one dear reader who did read the whole thing. He informed me it took him a whole half hour. What he found in there to entertain him a whole half hour is beyond me, and I can only apologize to the poor chap for robbing him of that much of his fleeting little life. As it is, it was his own doing and he must hold himself responsible for such. For I can only hope, that in a court of law, he would find it futile to sue me for thousands of dollars. But in these modern times, you never know. I am trying to think what all I put in those types of posts back then, and I remember little except for a story about the reincarnation of Hari Krishna and another historical fiction about a book sale I attended. The book sale itself was historical, but the fictional part was that Bill Clinton was there. And how does Ol’ Bill feel about his wife running for office? Right as rain, I suppose. But, dear reader, I must not go off on any sort of a political trail, because that would ruin some of the randomness of the post. Granted, in this kind of post a short political discussion may be more random than just and old randomness, but still, I would rather not talk politics. "Why?" asks you. "Because," says I, " I am very unknowledgeable about politics, and yet I haven’t any particular group that I adhere to so much that I can just quote their rote and say I believe it." At any rate, I am afraid I must continue on a political strain by asking this very important question: What would YOU do if Bill Clinton would randomly show up at a local library book sale? For all my liberal friends, the answer should NOT be to kiss his feet. For all my conservative friends, the answer should NOT be to chuck hard-cover copies of P. G. Wodehouse’s ‘No Nudes is Good Nudes’ at him. To do so would be ridiculous, and would accomplish little good. I would be willing to bet you would get arrested for such an action. But, as I said before, enough politics. Trivia: Did you know that Colin Farrell was in some Irish show called ‘Ballykissangel’? Did you even care? Brief note of some things\people I consider over-rated: Steven Spielberg, Alfred Hitchcock, 2001: A Space Odyssey, Saving Private Ryan, The Beach Boys, Shakespear (more on this one later), Abe Lincoln, George Washington (both of these will be mentioned in the Shakespear discussion), Sherlock Holmes (not necessarily the character, just the books\stories), Indiana Jones: Raiders of the Lost Ark, and so on and so forth. I was going to include Stanley Kubrick, but than I realized that would be very unfair seeing I have only seen on of his movies and like the one (Dr. Strangelove.) But the complete awfulness of his famed ‘2001: A Space Odyssey’ has always made me cringe. It was when I watched the first half-hour of ‘The Shining’ that I admitted my potential error. ‘The Shining’ managed to make me turn it off soon after it began and vow never to watch it alone. Perhaps, if I had watched the whole movie, I would count it off as a piece of dung. But as it is, it helped me realize that I was far to premature to put Kubrick on the ‘over-rated’ list. By the way, I have finally found two Hitchcock movies that were actually good. These were ‘Rear Window’ (B+) and ‘Psycho’ (also a B+). The rest of his I watched were terribly disappointing. Now briefly on Shakespear. Has it ever occurred to anyone how we worship this man like a god? No insult is allowed him. Anything he did competently is held as genius. No one is allowed to mention flaw in him. Any complaints against him are met with something like "oh, but that wasn’t the point of the play, so it doesn’t matter," or, "Well, normally I would say that was bad for a writer to do, but he did it so well because he’s so perfect and wonderful and amazing. He’s the god of literature. Flawless." So, to cut it short, I wasn’t downing Shakespear at all when I said he was overrated. It’s just he now so overly praised he can’t help but be overrated. I must go mow the lawn and wash the dishes. I had planned to make this a obscenely long post, but it seems that I have run out of time. I do not wish to mow the lawn or wash the dishes. But the nice thing about washing the dishes is that I get to listen to ‘I, Robot’ on CD. And that book is turning out to be pretty good. So anyways, cheerio. I will try to write a much longer post next time. And more random. With no politics whatsoever. Bye now. |
