I mainly just Reblog a bunch of stuff that is relevant to my interests or whatever I think is funny.
Sometimes I'll also post some personal stuff, but that's pretty rare.
I hope you, dear reader, will find my blog somewhat entertaining.
Can we just talk about the movie Shrek for a second here?
Here we see the three bears in a cage, the baby bear is crying that it’s too small. Now, back at Shreks swamp we see the baby bear still crying to his father, yet he’s not in a cage, Where’s his mother?
Later on, it shows Lord Farquaads castle and it shows the Mother bear skinned and turned into a rug.
Lord Farquaad SKINNED AND TURNED THE MOTHER BEAR INTO A RUG. THAT’S WHY THE BABY BEAR IS STILL CRYING.
instead of watching the 50 Shades trailer, why not just make awkward eye contact with a total stranger at the grocery store for a solid 2 minutes and 34 seconds? you get the same skin-crawling, uncomfortable feeling but without the shitty writing, terrible acting and massive dose of rape culture
At Stanford there was this Professor who was a total bitch and she taught British Literature, which was cool. Except she taught only her opinions of the books and it didn’t help me as a writer. I went to school to learn new things to improve my craft, not have someone else’s opinions carved onto my forehead.
So anyway, for our final project, she asked us to write a ten page paper on why the color symbolism in Othello was so significant. I did some research and it turned out that she did her entire graduate thesis on this very subject. I was mad. This wasn’t teaching, this was boosting her ego. SO I wrote a ten page essay on why color symbolism in Othello wasn’t significant, satirizing it to the point of no return, saying that her opinion was an opinion and shouldn’t be taken seriously.
SHe failed me, needless to say. So in retaliation, I responded by baking a batch of brownies laced with weed and laxatives and delivered them myself to the professor hours before her big graduation speech. I told her that it was a peace offering, my way of apologizing and asking if I could do anything to fix my grade.