Since I did a lot of ranting and complaining yesterday, I'll talk about something I appreciate today.
Let's see... Ah, yes! I appreciate the weather.
It was in the 60s today. Even got up to 70. I wore a light jacket and it was very pleasant.
Still hovering around 60 even though it's close to midnight. Love it.
The air smelled very fresh and springy.
I feel a haiku coming on.
Oh fresh springy air,
You fill my lungs with happy.
Never go away.
Showing posts with label complaining. Show all posts
Showing posts with label complaining. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 18, 2014
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Accidental Overachieving
You know what drives me nuts?
When I'm answering a question like- oh, "What differences did you notice between the script and the staged production? Are they positive or negative changes? How?" and I rattle off a few differences and the effects they have on the tone and the setting and the character development and fill up two nice, beefy paragraphs simply because I enjoy analyzing things like this...
...and then I glance back at the directions and see that my professor wanted me to answer all three of those questions in three to five sentences.
Hmph.
Well, I ain't gonna condense it. He should be grateful I showed so much interest and actually put in an effort. And let's be honest, I probably couldn't shorten two beefy paragraphs down to five sentences if I tried.
Just as an experiment, let's see if I can condense this blog post down to one sentence:
I accidentally wrote more than I had to.
Imagine if that was actually the blog post. It'd be awful.
Not that this post is much more than me complaining about a minor thing anyway.
When I'm answering a question like- oh, "What differences did you notice between the script and the staged production? Are they positive or negative changes? How?" and I rattle off a few differences and the effects they have on the tone and the setting and the character development and fill up two nice, beefy paragraphs simply because I enjoy analyzing things like this...
...and then I glance back at the directions and see that my professor wanted me to answer all three of those questions in three to five sentences.
Hmph.
Well, I ain't gonna condense it. He should be grateful I showed so much interest and actually put in an effort. And let's be honest, I probably couldn't shorten two beefy paragraphs down to five sentences if I tried.
Just as an experiment, let's see if I can condense this blog post down to one sentence:
I accidentally wrote more than I had to.
Imagine if that was actually the blog post. It'd be awful.
Not that this post is much more than me complaining about a minor thing anyway.
Monday, January 20, 2014
Rene
Sometimes doodling is good for brainstorming.
Translation: "Waaaah! Alas! I am alone on the earth!"
I'm writing a short paper about Chateaubriand's Rene' tonight for my French literature class. To put it as un-academically and unsympathetically as possible, Rene is a whiny little forever alone guy. I'm not counting the wife that the Indians in Louisiana made him marry. He pretty much ignores her.
The caption in the cartoon is almost word-for-word what the text says. I didn't even make up the "alas."
I thought this paper was going to be easy because the minimum length requirement is one page and it's only a rough draft. I guess I forgot that I write about three times more slowly in French than I do in English. It hurts my brain a lot more, too.
Translation: "Waaaah! Alas! I am alone on the earth!"
I'm writing a short paper about Chateaubriand's Rene' tonight for my French literature class. To put it as un-academically and unsympathetically as possible, Rene is a whiny little forever alone guy. I'm not counting the wife that the Indians in Louisiana made him marry. He pretty much ignores her.
The caption in the cartoon is almost word-for-word what the text says. I didn't even make up the "alas."
I thought this paper was going to be easy because the minimum length requirement is one page and it's only a rough draft. I guess I forgot that I write about three times more slowly in French than I do in English. It hurts my brain a lot more, too.
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