Seriously, the only this stopping Petruchio putting a shock collar on Katherina was lack of availability. And she's clearly been brainwashed by the end! "Women are feeble and designed to please their husbands; DISAGREEMENT WILL NOT BE TOLERATED!"; how is that a natural progression from "You made a fool of me at the alter on our own wedding day, if you want to go home you can go without me, you asshat,"? Stolkholm syndrome isn't funny, and neither is spousal abuse.
I've heard the argument made that that was acceptable behavior for the time period -I don't care. I've never lived in any time or place where that kind of this was alright, and I think accepting it because 'it was a different time' is a really crappy excuse. Its impossible to not apply the standards of the society we live in to other things in the world, and in this case I'm prepared to not even try.
- Location:The bowels of rage and hell.
- Mood:
eff off - Music:CBC
50 minutes = one badass pencil dragon
It had a feather ruff and was breathing fire, which I think is probably a big 'up yours' to Darwin...
ANYWAY- when the teacher/supervisor came around to collect the tests she saw my dragon and smiled at me. Not a 'what a nice drawing smile', or even a 'my god, you didn't even DO the test, did you?' smile.
No, it was a 'you poor, deranged child; how I pity your parents' smile.
Damn you Naomi Novik and your addictive 'everything is better with dragons' philosophy. Damn you to a specfic convention.
- Location:over the heating vent. mmmm
- Mood:
akward,,, - Music:the Strombo Show
Foolish Lovers
There was a time, not long before the stars had set,
Before he loved his lover's love, when he
Would sit and laugh at other lovers when they met
In the park. A moment too short in time now to truly be.
And now! -How he laughs and smiles at the
Smallest of things; swears his love's smile is the loveliest,
Though I have seen too many and many still I will see
To be impressed by a simple smile and call it best.
Oh, watch them coo and simper with a sickening
Constance, as others sigh and recount fond recollections
Of when they were lovers. The air around them thickening
With words tender and loving and sweet as infections.
Oh, the things that these foolish lovers do,
Like try to make you a foolish lover too.
- Location:Room in th back with the small window
- Mood:
Why is 'warm' not an option - Music:Russel Malone on radio
"She's got to have some sort of book buying OCD."
- Location:office
- Mood:
Ow, my ankle
Found out yesterday that Neil Gaiman wrote one of next year's Doctor Who eps aswell.
One day I hope that Gaiman and Diana Wynne Jones have a book baby together. It shall be The One True Novel and will rule over all others.
Now, can anyone tell me if there's going to be a sequel?
- Location:Room
- Mood:
YAY - Music:radio
Where the hell did that come from?
- Location:Room
- Mood:
confused
- Location:living room
- Mood:
burning laptop
Just finished reading the Percy Jackson series. Gods, I love those books; they're the first books I've enjoyed reading in a long time. It's not even that the books are especially good, but they're funny and the guy who writes them really knows his greek mythos.
- Location:living room
- Mood:
NEED BOOKS!
ERG! Life is being difficult again. So very busy...
Helping out with the school play (can't act worth a dime, but I make a good light and sound monkey). Rosco seems to try and make their site as hard to navigate as possible. Why can't I just order straight from the site? Why do I have to put my order through your site but buy them from some local store that may not have them. DAMN YOU FOR HAVING SUCH A GOOD SELECTION THAT I CAN'T BE BOTHERED LOOKING ELSEWHERE! DAMN YOU TO HECK!
Reading The Great Gatsby in english. What fun. I don't really get the book, are Nick and Daisy cousins or not? Still, if it weren't for the student teacher, we'd be doing Macbeth until the end of the school year, and that is no exaggeration.
My bio teacher thinks I'm crazy; actually the exact quote went something like this:
or what drugs are you on?"
Have hope! I'm simply a writer; the craziet sort of people permitted in society without supervision (thought that sometimes seems like a bad call...)
Adieu, and until next time.





(P.S. The selected Gobos for the play. Grease is going to be fun this year.)
- Mood:
cold toes...
I hope this finds you well.
The Cupid's arrow sent to me
Is a gift that keeps on giving
(Though transfusions are a pain).
And those apple seeds you mailed out
The cyanide's just enough
To grow a poison tree of love.
So, to my vicious Valentine,
This year there will be blood.
To everyone dateless today, I commend you. To everyone else, you suck.
- Location:Mount Olympus
- Mood:
Chalk-y heart candies, yum...