Tuesday, November 29, 2011

one word: IMAGERY!

"... but when you opened your mouth there was just a faint chill, like a chill from a glass of water before you sip..." (Miss Brill, pg. 182)

That is the coolest mental image I have ever had. EVER. I think that this week is totes def an improvement from last week's stories. Last week it was all fat people shooting each other and having syrup beards and bratty daughters. This week, however, the stories have more positive meanings (most of them at least!). After reading just the first few lines, I have a hunch I'm going to like this story. The blue and gold and white are such marvelous color combinations! What a happy way to begin a story. That being said, I hope this is a good story, because if it's in any way depressing or negative, I shall be quite put out. Now, as a reward for your good story selection, I have decided to include a video from the greatest band of all time. Count your blessings I'm sharing this with you. Give em two years and they'll be raw gold. Then you can brag to all your friends you knew them first.

Why you!


"it could not be said if he was black or white, and therefore proved the property owner was no racist." (OUaT, pg. 233)

This made me laugh. What does it have to do with Once Upon a TIme? Je ne sais pas!

You know what these people are doing? They're building their own prison! This is a satire on rich people that are overly paranoid. You know what I am? A well-off person who's overly paranoid. I take offense to this story because you can never be to careful! Everytime I go out, including tonight when I gassed up at the Marathon by Roncalli, I have my pepper spray bottle off my key chain and ready to spray. I even carry it in my backpack, should the school go on lockdown, the perpatraitor enter my classroom, and no one else was prepared. You laugh now, but one day it WILL come in handy. I shall have the last laugh, as will hopefully this family that the story is about. I have yet to find out what happens on account of because I have yet to finish the story. C'est la vie!

HOLD THE PHONES! A HAPPYISH STORY!

"I not going to forget him again, no, the whole enduring time." ( A Worn Path, pg 230)

I'll be honest, I never throught this day would come. I thought this would be a story about a crazy old lady that hikes into town to die. I really thought that. Turns out this kind lady who takes care of her crippled grandson hikes for miles and miles to help him, and the ten cents she gets goes straight to him. I think the central insight, or theme, of this story is love until it hurts. Mother Teresa once said that if you love until it hurts, then there can be no more hurt, only love! That's why the author went in to such detail over all her obstacles on her journey. Claps for this happy story!

WIll we EVER read a story I like? Doubtful... (P.S. this is depressing.)

Unless of course we read HARRY POTTER! I digress...

"She stood up in an impulse of terror. Escape! She must escape! Frank would save her." (Eveline, pg 221)

No he won't. I'm just gonna throw that out there. I do sympathize Eveline, I really do, but dumping all your problems on a guy you hardly know and expecting they'll dissolve is NOT grounds for a healthy relationship! Poor little girl. Her past is just too much a part of her, she can't just ditch it. Abuse victims always feel like their abuser holds complete control over them, and I think that that is how Eveline feels, although she doesn't quite think her dad is that abusive. That's how it always is in the movies, though. Or so at least I'm told.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Watch you put it on the blog! Rockin like it's my job!

"I would prefer not to."
(Bartleby the Scrivener, pg 659)

When I first saw the clip for this we watched in class, I thought: THAT'S GEORGE McFLY! It was. Then I thought: HE'S AWKWARD! He is. I just don't get ole Bartleby! Why? Why won't he answer questions properly? Why won't he leave the office? Why won't he eat in prison? I am just very confused by him. He's unlike any character I have ever seen or heard of before. He's more awkward than Dwight and Angela! That is saying a lot, I am aware, but it's just a very uncomfortable story!
When I was reading this story, I thought it'd be funny to write the title for this blog as "Write a blog about Bartleby the Scrivener". Then, in this little text box, I would write "I'd prefer not to" and that would be it! ahahah!!! So funny, right?! No? It wasn't? Well, that reminds me of something else that isn't funny: this story.

This one takes the cake, no pun intended...

"Tub lifted each of the four plates and licked it clean. He sat back, trying to catch his breath." (Hunters in the Snow, pg. 200)


Oh. OH MY GOSH YOU FAT PIG! YOU DISGUST ME WITH YOUR HUMILIATING GLUTTONY AND YOUR EXPANDING WAISTLINE! YOU ARE A PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN AND LIKE I SAID BEFORE, YOU DISGUST ME.
If I could ever meet Tub, that is what I would say to him. Just the very thought of him makes me want to regurgitate my after-school snack. Gluttony is one of the seven deadly sins, as is lust. Frank encourages Tub to be even more of a glutton than I ever imagined was possible, while Tub does nothing to prevent Frank's lusting over an adolescent. THIS IS UNHEALTHY!!!!!!!!!! I am just sick thinking of this horrible story. I'm glad the psycho-path Kenny is going to suffer a lot. He deserves it, the schizophrenic freak! I wish that Frank and Tub could freeze too, but they're just so selfish that they took the wounded guy's blankets. What a pack of selfish, hillbilly idiots. A song lyric very applicable to this story is "No eating here tonight! No eating here tonight you on a diet! You on a diet!" Oh wait...HE'S NOT ACTUALLY ON A DIET.