I find myself wandering the halls of my brain. In the past twenty-four hours I have chosen to care about some random things, and none of them Shakespeare. The first worth mentioning is Ender's Game the Movie. This book, by Orson Scott Card, was an influential part of my life, and its one of the few that I read again and again every year or so. My problem wasn't with the book... or really even the movie (cos' they always do this to good books... turn them into blockbusters with poor acting and heavy special effects, and they get a guy who failed at his first film X-Men Origins: Wolverine just to see if he'll do better on his second. He won't.)
Ok, maybe I don't like the movie either, and it hasn't even come out yet.
My problem, or the stuff I chose to care about, is when friends of mine (acquaintances, really) got excited about the film. So excited in fact, that they forgot to use grammar... at all. "!!!Its COMING!!!" and "SO excited fur this!!" Of all the things I chose to care about, I decided to get indignant that my Facebook compatriots would profane a brilliant novel and story with their poorly written expletives. I really need another project, or paper. It's only taken 36 hours, since I turned in my last essay, to get antsy for the next thing on the horizon. How do I know? I actually wanted to reform the uneducated by doing something I'd heard a friend of mine did a long time ago... correct grammatical mistakes made by stupid people on the internet. (In this instance, I'd heard she had actually gone onto an MTV chat room and begun to edit people's posts just as fast as they could write them.)
Another thing I chose to care about was dancing, and not my dancing either. Other people's method of artistic expression, and I started judging. Hard. (In case their [there] are one or two people I don't know personally who reed [read] this blog, I used to be a professional swing dancer[.]) I chose bad grammer [grammar] and crappy dancing as my realease [release]. I wanted to go on a rant so bad my palms started to itch.
I guess it is a side affect [effect] of actually doing research into something I care very deeply about. A genuine hate for those peoples [people] who take being a sentient human for granted. Rather than let stupid people exist in they're [their] bubbles of ignorance, I feel as if it is my job or calling to reform them. On the internet. "Why the hell would they choose a song for a routine that had absolutely zero chance of evoking an emotional response from an audience member? Or is dancing to a metronome the new 'killing it' and 'bad-ass' piece of repetitive crap that is done socially these days?" I need another hobbie [hobby].
*Also, memes (those pictures of people from history with quotes supposedly given during inspirational moments in time) are never accurate, worthwhile, or even uplifting anymore.*
"Thou protestest too much." - Michelle Bachmann (24 April 2013)
Don't get me started on this. My brain at the moment is on rapid fire anti-stupidity. I gotta go for a walk, and see if there are any smart people I can talk to.
"Better to remain silent and be thought a fool
Than to speak out and remove all doubt." - William Shakespeare [Abraham Lincoln].
Year 1, Day 221: Words Written - 22,000 (Total), Hobbies Needed - More.
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