hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || raaaaaaage)
Those of you who follow me on Twitter may be aware that I am taking a class on John Milton's works this semester, and that the man who teaches that course is mad, senile, apparently wishes to repress any tendency on the part of the class to think for itself, and doesn't know what literary analysis means. He is incapable of sticking to a point, never discusses the class readings, and his lectures meander in a labyrinthine fashion which suggests that even he has no idea what he's saying. He also has a habit of interjecting bizarre and insulting comments regarding politics and the supposed religious background of the class into his lectures. Today, naturally, he had to talk about the death of Osama bin Laden and what Milton would have thought of that.

Here is a transcript from Twitter, featuring my bitching, with cameos from [livejournal.com profile] platoapproved  and [livejournal.com profile] brewsternorth  .



epic facepalming under the cut )
hobbit_feets: (c'lebs || raaaaaaage)
Those of you who follow me on Twitter may be aware that I am taking a class on John Milton's works this semester, and that the man who teaches that course is mad, senile, apparently wishes to repress any tendency on the part of the class to think for itself, and doesn't know what literary analysis means. He is incapable of sticking to a point, never discusses the class readings, and his lectures meander in a labyrinthine fashion which suggests that even he has no idea what he's saying. He also has a habit of interjecting bizarre and insulting comments regarding politics and the supposed religious background of the class into his lectures. Today, naturally, he had to talk about the death of Osama bin Laden and what Milton would have thought of that.

Here is a transcript from Twitter, featuring my bitching, with cameos from [livejournal.com profile] platoapproved  and [livejournal.com profile] brewsternorth  .



epic facepalming under the cut )
hobbit_feets: (Frodo)
The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed.

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read at school and hated.
5) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them.

Nicked, with the greatest of love, from [personal profile] earlwyn EDIT: the formatting had gone massively wonky, but it has been fixed now.  The information below is now correct.  *shakes fists at computer*

hobbit_feets: (Frodo)
The Big Read reckons that the average adult has only read 6 of the top 100 books they've printed.

1) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicize those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Strike out the books you have no intention of ever reading, or were forced to read at school and hated.
5) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them.

Nicked, with the greatest of love, from [personal profile] earlwyn EDIT: the formatting had gone massively wonky, but it has been fixed now.  The information below is now correct.  *shakes fists at computer*

hobbit_feets: (Frodo)
... The Oxford English Dictionary has entries for the following:

Fanfic
Fanboy
Fangirl
Fanfiction

The OE-bloody-D!  The definitive lexicon of the English language, that, and it has an entry for 'fanfic'!  You have no idea how much I squealed like a ridiculous little- well, fangirl when I saw this.  Eeeheehee.  I am inordinately amused.  Apparently, the word 'fanfiction' was coined in 1944.  I find that fascinating, for one.  I mean, who'd have thought it was that old a word?  But, I s'pose, since it's only just recently come into the public consciousness with the internet and all that.  Still!  Fascinating.  *cackles in fannish glee*
hobbit_feets: (Frodo)
... The Oxford English Dictionary has entries for the following:

Fanfic
Fanboy
Fangirl
Fanfiction

The OE-bloody-D!  The definitive lexicon of the English language, that, and it has an entry for 'fanfic'!  You have no idea how much I squealed like a ridiculous little- well, fangirl when I saw this.  Eeeheehee.  I am inordinately amused.  Apparently, the word 'fanfiction' was coined in 1944.  I find that fascinating, for one.  I mean, who'd have thought it was that old a word?  But, I s'pose, since it's only just recently come into the public consciousness with the internet and all that.  Still!  Fascinating.  *cackles in fannish glee*
hobbit_feets: (Hairporn)
I love Latin.  Really, I do.  I wish Morris offered Latin classes; I would be all over that like a hot flannel if they did.  But, alas. 

It is really incredibly gorgeous out today.  By which I mean it is grey and snowy and slushy and things are quite melty and a bit nasty to the bottom six inches or so of one's trousers, but it's warm!!  It is above zero!  I went for a walk for a good two hours and was quite comfortable with my coat open and my scarf hanging loose.  Oh, it's fantastic.  What a marvellous concept, warmth. 

I skipped both my lectures today.  Oh well.  One of them's  a massive bloody one, so no-one notices you're there anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

My voice is irritating me- I just wish I could go a tiny, tiny bit higher.  Just a wee bit.  I ought to take voice lessons, improve my range.  It's much better than what it was, of course, but it could be a lot better.
hobbit_feets: (Hairporn)
I love Latin.  Really, I do.  I wish Morris offered Latin classes; I would be all over that like a hot flannel if they did.  But, alas. 

It is really incredibly gorgeous out today.  By which I mean it is grey and snowy and slushy and things are quite melty and a bit nasty to the bottom six inches or so of one's trousers, but it's warm!!  It is above zero!  I went for a walk for a good two hours and was quite comfortable with my coat open and my scarf hanging loose.  Oh, it's fantastic.  What a marvellous concept, warmth. 

I skipped both my lectures today.  Oh well.  One of them's  a massive bloody one, so no-one notices you're there anyway, so it doesn't really matter.

My voice is irritating me- I just wish I could go a tiny, tiny bit higher.  Just a wee bit.  I ought to take voice lessons, improve my range.  It's much better than what it was, of course, but it could be a lot better.
hobbit_feets: (Jesus Stick)
I find that I have not the willpower to do much of anything, at the moment.  I want desperately to sleep- or rather, I do not want it desperately, but feel as though it's the only thing really worth doing at the moment. I feel that I should keep myself awake, however, if only so that my hair can dry properly and I can eat dinner.  Most of my floor has departed today, as they've gone to see High School Musical on Ice.  I find myself ashamed on their behalf.  Well, I ought not to say ashamed, as surely I of all people know what it is to obsess ridiculously over something perhaps not entirely deserving of such attentions, but, well... it's High School Musical.  Makes me die a little bit inside, you understand.  Tch.  My Muse seems to have temporarily departed, something I find a great disappointment, as she has been so marvellously active of late.  It's dreadful, because I have a few pieces I'm right in the middle of, and should very much like to continue working on. 

My feet are extremely cold.

Oh!  Yesterday, I submitted the initial down payment for the Study Abroad trip to York this June.  I'm so madly excited about it, and now it sort of seems a bit more solid, y'know?  It was something I was insanely interested in, but now it will probably actually be happening!!  For those of you whom I've not ranted at about this, it's a trip, as I say, to York, to study Mediaeval History and Literature.  Fucking genius.  Leastways, I think it is.   I was practically hyperventilating from excitement at the meeting about it.
hobbit_feets: (Jesus Stick)
I find that I have not the willpower to do much of anything, at the moment.  I want desperately to sleep- or rather, I do not want it desperately, but feel as though it's the only thing really worth doing at the moment. I feel that I should keep myself awake, however, if only so that my hair can dry properly and I can eat dinner.  Most of my floor has departed today, as they've gone to see High School Musical on Ice.  I find myself ashamed on their behalf.  Well, I ought not to say ashamed, as surely I of all people know what it is to obsess ridiculously over something perhaps not entirely deserving of such attentions, but, well... it's High School Musical.  Makes me die a little bit inside, you understand.  Tch.  My Muse seems to have temporarily departed, something I find a great disappointment, as she has been so marvellously active of late.  It's dreadful, because I have a few pieces I'm right in the middle of, and should very much like to continue working on. 

My feet are extremely cold.

Oh!  Yesterday, I submitted the initial down payment for the Study Abroad trip to York this June.  I'm so madly excited about it, and now it sort of seems a bit more solid, y'know?  It was something I was insanely interested in, but now it will probably actually be happening!!  For those of you whom I've not ranted at about this, it's a trip, as I say, to York, to study Mediaeval History and Literature.  Fucking genius.  Leastways, I think it is.   I was practically hyperventilating from excitement at the meeting about it.
hobbit_feets: (Naked)
It's 4:10, and I'm sitting in the 24-hour computer lab (oh, how I love thee) typing up a paper on a Freudian analysis of gender and power in M. Butterfly and The Tempest which was due on Monday, but which I got out of turning in on account of the fact that I was 'sick.'  It's a marvellous thing, having Health Services be in the same building as your dorm.  I am dressed in pyjamas and eating a Snickers bar.  I am also simultaneously reading fanfiction and (as you see) updating my livejournal.  I feel at the moment that I am the heart and soul of the consummate university student. 

I should add, however, that the paper is coming along well;  I'm nearly to the end of the third page, all I need is four, and I've not even yet begun to talk about M. Butterfly.  Furthermore, I have plenty of time in which to finish the paper, unlike last night, when I was up all night writing a script version of the myth of Demeter and Persephone, but didn't actually start it until 4:30, therefore causing quite a few problems of time.  But I got it done in the end, which is all that really matters.

I need to write a paper on a 'Hero's Journey' in my life.  Not that it necessarily has to be heroic, merely that it must follow the template of the heroic journey- the call to action, the refusal, the first threshold, allies and enemies, approach to the cave, the supreme ordeal, etc.  At the moment, I can think of nothing that fulfills those requirements, mostly because I can think of very few instances wherein there is a 'refusal'- at least not for something I had to work for.  Being in a play or writing a story or whatever.  Plenty of refusal when it comes to applying for a job or doing homework, but that doesn't really work here... oh well.  Perhaps I'll just make something up.  I've an active enough imagination, surely.

I was mad to sign up for Yuletide.  My muse is off frolicking on Mount Parnassus, and I want her back.

I should probably stop procrastinating and finish my paper.

Gods, my life is so mundane...
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It's 4:10, and I'm sitting in the 24-hour computer lab (oh, how I love thee) typing up a paper on a Freudian analysis of gender and power in M. Butterfly and The Tempest which was due on Monday, but which I got out of turning in on account of the fact that I was 'sick.'  It's a marvellous thing, having Health Services be in the same building as your dorm.  I am dressed in pyjamas and eating a Snickers bar.  I am also simultaneously reading fanfiction and (as you see) updating my livejournal.  I feel at the moment that I am the heart and soul of the consummate university student. 

I should add, however, that the paper is coming along well;  I'm nearly to the end of the third page, all I need is four, and I've not even yet begun to talk about M. Butterfly.  Furthermore, I have plenty of time in which to finish the paper, unlike last night, when I was up all night writing a script version of the myth of Demeter and Persephone, but didn't actually start it until 4:30, therefore causing quite a few problems of time.  But I got it done in the end, which is all that really matters.

I need to write a paper on a 'Hero's Journey' in my life.  Not that it necessarily has to be heroic, merely that it must follow the template of the heroic journey- the call to action, the refusal, the first threshold, allies and enemies, approach to the cave, the supreme ordeal, etc.  At the moment, I can think of nothing that fulfills those requirements, mostly because I can think of very few instances wherein there is a 'refusal'- at least not for something I had to work for.  Being in a play or writing a story or whatever.  Plenty of refusal when it comes to applying for a job or doing homework, but that doesn't really work here... oh well.  Perhaps I'll just make something up.  I've an active enough imagination, surely.

I was mad to sign up for Yuletide.  My muse is off frolicking on Mount Parnassus, and I want her back.

I should probably stop procrastinating and finish my paper.

Gods, my life is so mundane...
hobbit_feets: (f & l || everything except temptation)

The Sphinx

Oscar Wilde

In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks
A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom.

Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir
For silver moons are naught to her and naught to her the suns that reel.

Red follows grey across the air, the waves of moonlight ebb and flow
But with the Dawn she does not go and in the night-time she is there.

 

Dawn follows Dawn and Nights grow old )

hobbit_feets: (f & l || everything except temptation)

The Sphinx

Oscar Wilde

In a dim corner of my room for longer than my fancy thinks
A beautiful and silent Sphinx has watched me through the shifting gloom.

Inviolate and immobile she does not rise she does not stir
For silver moons are naught to her and naught to her the suns that reel.

Red follows grey across the air, the waves of moonlight ebb and flow
But with the Dawn she does not go and in the night-time she is there.

 

Dawn follows Dawn and Nights grow old )

hobbit_feets: (Wings)
'The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold.  The curves of your lips rewrite history'
                                                       ~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

hobbit_feets: (Wings)
'The world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold.  The curves of your lips rewrite history'
                                                       ~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

hobbit_feets: (Wings)

On another note, I don't want to write my paper on the presence and influence of Christianity in Jane Eyre.  It's not that it's terribly difficult- I know exactly what I'm going to talk about, what my various points are- I have easily enough information for three pages- I just... don't want to write it.  I'm a lazy bugger, what can I say?  I'd rather sit here and read fanfiction and transcribe episodes of Qi for the QI Transcripts website.  

Why?  Because Dr. Kay papers are fucking naff, that's why.  End of story.  Full stop.  Etc, etc.

hobbit_feets: (Wings)

On another note, I don't want to write my paper on the presence and influence of Christianity in Jane Eyre.  It's not that it's terribly difficult- I know exactly what I'm going to talk about, what my various points are- I have easily enough information for three pages- I just... don't want to write it.  I'm a lazy bugger, what can I say?  I'd rather sit here and read fanfiction and transcribe episodes of Qi for the QI Transcripts website.  

Why?  Because Dr. Kay papers are fucking naff, that's why.  End of story.  Full stop.  Etc, etc.

hobbit_feets: (Default)
Greetings, my ducks!! Well, the reason I've not updated in so long is that I've been on holiday, and have only just got access to a computer. I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today. Bloody good movie overall, I must say. Definately very different from the Gene Wilder version, but really good in it's own right. I much prefered the Oompa-Loompas in this movie to the original ones. Little Samoan men in brightly-coloured vinyl suits singing groovy music with Jeremiah-esque choreography being much preferable to strange little men with orange faces, green cotton-candy hair, odd white overalls and terryfing songs. Freddie Highmore was quite adorable, as would be expected, and the other children were suitably horrid. The whole thing with Willy Wonka having parent issues was a bit odd (or was that from the book, I really don't recall), but I did like how it explained a bit why exactly he grew up to be what he was. Johnny Depp was magnificent, as per usual, but really, for me, nobody is ever going to be Willy Wonka save Gene Wilder. Not because his performance was inferior in any way ot Mr. Wilder's, just because that was the one I grew up with, and that's how it goes. Johnny Depp was creepily reminiscent of Michael Jackson, which, even more creepily, was somehow hot. P'raps it's just me though. Lately I have been feeling rather like a teenaged boy in the respect that all I can think about is SEX. Dunno why, but there we are, aye?

Now, I did purchase the Harry Potter book on the sixteenth, finished it that night, and... GAH!!!! I shall post the following under a cut because of spoilers, though I've no doubt you've prob'ly all read it by now.

My Rantings About Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince )
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Greetings, my ducks!! Well, the reason I've not updated in so long is that I've been on holiday, and have only just got access to a computer. I saw Charlie and the Chocolate Factory today. Bloody good movie overall, I must say. Definately very different from the Gene Wilder version, but really good in it's own right. I much prefered the Oompa-Loompas in this movie to the original ones. Little Samoan men in brightly-coloured vinyl suits singing groovy music with Jeremiah-esque choreography being much preferable to strange little men with orange faces, green cotton-candy hair, odd white overalls and terryfing songs. Freddie Highmore was quite adorable, as would be expected, and the other children were suitably horrid. The whole thing with Willy Wonka having parent issues was a bit odd (or was that from the book, I really don't recall), but I did like how it explained a bit why exactly he grew up to be what he was. Johnny Depp was magnificent, as per usual, but really, for me, nobody is ever going to be Willy Wonka save Gene Wilder. Not because his performance was inferior in any way ot Mr. Wilder's, just because that was the one I grew up with, and that's how it goes. Johnny Depp was creepily reminiscent of Michael Jackson, which, even more creepily, was somehow hot. P'raps it's just me though. Lately I have been feeling rather like a teenaged boy in the respect that all I can think about is SEX. Dunno why, but there we are, aye?

Now, I did purchase the Harry Potter book on the sixteenth, finished it that night, and... GAH!!!! I shall post the following under a cut because of spoilers, though I've no doubt you've prob'ly all read it by now.

My Rantings About Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince )

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