Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: atheism, strangely atheists should be the easiest to offend, what would cthulhu do?
After hearing a whole lot of religious whining, I have come to realize that atheism is Not The Way.
Ergo, from this day forth, I am a Lovecraftian.
ALL HAIL THE GREAT CTHULHU!
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: english, i can has gender and sexuality, queer theory
My final English course ever contains two Japanese-Canadian authors and one through-and-through queer graphic novel by one of said Japanese-Canadians.
This semester will be a good one.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: academia, it doesn't mean what you think it means, news, ohnotheydidn't
Paraphrased, because I threw my paper in the recycling:
“I’m not racist, but when you vote for CHANGE, you’re voting for Jews.”
… well, there goes my vote.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: news, ohnotheydidn't, RCMP: Repeatedly Causing Major Problems, WTF
They get away with murder, sexually assault women, and that’s just in the past couple of years. I’m so angry I could kill — but of course, I would be subject to, you know, the law.
Small wonder Canadians no longer wish to be associated with the “elite” force that is the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
RCMP:
R epeatedly
C ausing
M ajor
P roblems
Filed under: Academics | Tags: chaucer, go england! it ys rad!, writers are allowed to make up words
It’s Spring Break — excuse me, Reading Week here, and I’ve spent it working nights, and up to my ears in Middle English. Reviewing The Merchant’s Tale from Chaucer magnum opus, to be precise.
It’s a total cop-out, but given the fact that I have other paperial obligations, I’ve pretty much decided that I’m going to examine the (very, very obvious) allusions to Biblical Genesis. It’s pretty much the only thesis upon which I can expound without relying heavily on referencing other tales and pieces of work.
I guess I’m not as much of an over-achiever as everyone says I am, huh? XD
Filed under: Academics, Books | Tags: bibliophilia, chaucer, english, go england! it ys rad!, history, video games
Both my agenda and my Google Calendar are chock-full of obligation — both business and pleasure.
my arch-nemesis, the to-do list:
x. plan Chaucer paper
x. write Chaucer paper
x. polish History essay proposal
x. research History topic (Irish in Quebec)
x. make headway with History essay
x. review boring, boring Eliot novel
When I haven’t been nose-deep in Middle English, I’ve been watching Frasier, playing my second round of Persona 4, slowly pecking at Star Ocean: First Departure, and reading Brian Ruckley’s Winterbirth, which I like thus far.
Sometimes, when I look at all I’ve accomplished during a single day, I’m not sure I’m human.
Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: news, this will not help the stereotype, WTF
Boy, 11, Kills Dad’s Pregnant Girlfriend:
“Police said the weapon was a .20-gauge ‘youth model’ shotgun, which investigators found in the boy’s bedroom.”
WHAT.
Filed under: Academics | Tags: francos and anglos, layout lament, my alliteration is better than yours, oh dear is that my elitism, ohnotheydidn't, quebec history, quebecker =/= separatist, your bilingualism is showing
I’m an analytic observer by nature i.e. it’s very rare for me to bring emotion into any sort of political debate or event. I never make assumptions and rely on cold hard facts before expressing any opinion. I believe we must never look away from history — and more importantly, never look at history from only one side. THE MORE YOU KNOW, etc.
That said, I have very divided feelings on Harper’s proposed re-enactment of The Battle of the Plains of Abraham. I question his motives, especially given all the flame-fanning that went on last year.
It’s more than dressing up as Wolfe and Montcalm, and more than simply acting out a pivotal piece of history. But, D, you say, the Americans have all kinds of Civil War re-enactments every year, and they’re cool with it! Yeah, maybe. But if you look closely, you can still see the thin line of that divide between the North and South in some places. It can be surprisingly difficult to remember without rage, as it were. The memory itself can be the ache of an old wound — and yet it’s so important to never forget.
My point is, I’m not sure if this is such a good idea, Mr. Harper — and I say this as a Canadian Quebecoise. I am not a separatist, but I see what you did there, and what it’s doing already. This is not the time.
Everyone is so quick to whip out the anti-francophone vitriol, but strangely, no one seems to remember that the anglophones are not so innocent. Both sides are at fault, here, and have been alternatively and concurrently at fault for 250 years.
The more you know.
[ edit ] I love this new layout, but goddamn you, Theron Parlin, why won’t you let me edit the CSS? I had to change my sidebar around so it wouldn’t look like a Meyer novel.
Filed under: Academics | Tags: glutton for punishment, kakkoi na!, why can't i pick easier languages
So I had a choice to make a while back: Write a ten-page research paper on philosophical science, or, since my prof is awesome, translate an article in which he was featured from German to English. The moment he offered this alternative, I inwardly whooped for joy, thinking, I knew I took German for a reason!
If I had bothered to log all of the hours I have spent deciphering this nine-page German article on spacetime, I’m certain it would add up to be much, much longer than if I had just done the research paper, instead. If you think German is notorious for its long-winded spellings and penchant for cramming words together, you haven’t seen anything until you try to read a German scientific magazine. And by “try to read” I mean, cry for hours and almost wish you liked philosophical science so you would have written the paper and punch your dictionary in the face because it doesn’t look at you during and start talking like a Neanderthal because that’s how your translation sounds.
Apparently, I am the only student in the class who took the translation option. The prof even said, “If there are any terms with which you are not familiar, feel free to ask me.”
Strangely, he wouldn’t give me his home number.
When this is over, I am curling into a corner with English and never leaving it again, the precious, precious little whore that it is. I will have eyes only for English; gone is my French, back to the ghetto for my German and Japanese.