Continually proving my point that English lit is all about the incest

Well, I've been watching the BBC/A&E Tom Jones on and off (but mostly off) all week, but last night I finally decided to finish it, since it was due today. The box said it was 150 minutes (3 hours) but it is a LYING HOBAG BOX. It was actually five hours, which meant I was up till 2 a.m. finishing the monster off. Still, it was really good, so it was totally worth it. Max Beesley and Samantha Morton were great as Tom and Sophie, and it had lots of sex and wit and physical comedy and even some fake incest! So I indeed have much love for it, and now I want to read Fielding's novel.

Class today was, unfortunately, less than fun. My American lit class is technically about "nationalist literatures," which I figured would be looking at literature that could be considered nationalist but looking at it in a way that is, well, normal literary analysis - you look at the nationalism, sure, but you also look at gender and class and race and all that other fun stuff. But from the way we discussed Royall Tyler's play The Contrast today, it seems that we really are just focusing on discussing the nationalism/patriotism and in looking at class as it ties in to that. Nothing else even came up, which made me kinda sad because honestly? I'd much rather have preferred to be doing the gender and race and actual FUN methods of analysis, rather than talking about how nationalist virtue is defined in the play (especially because it meant we ignored fun characters like Charlotte and Dimple and spent all the time talking about that pompous fucktard Manly and his imbecilic Yankee manservant Jonathan).

And then there was my Victorian seminar. The teacher seems really nice, but I'm not a big fan of her teaching style (she reads off notecards and still fumbles and stammers a lot, but then occasionally just zooms through stuff WAY faster than I can take notes to keep up, so it's kind of hard for me to follow her sometimes) and I think I feel intimidated because it's OMG A SEMINAR and so I freeze like a deer in the headlights, afraid I'll say something deeply stupid, and so I end up not saying anything at all. Which sucks, because I totally thought I was mostly over that last year. Am I going to have to relearn how to not be a moron every single semester? 'Cause that sounds like hell to me.

Anyway, this evening, instead of reading the article I need to read for my Shakespeare class tomorrow, I read the Socrates in Love manga. It's a shamefully emotionally manipulative story about a high school student and his Mary Sue girlfriend who IS SPESHUL AND HAS LEUKEMIA AND DIES BEFORE HER TIME, etc. Still, at the end I was totally fighting back tears. That doesn't make me wussy, does it? ;_;

Then I joined FaceBook (in case you were wondering, here's me; now fixed thanks to shinkun!). Through that, I also found some of my fellow grad students in the English department, which led to finding that quite a few of them have LiveJournals. >D

I am wondering about FaceBook etiquette. Would it be OK to friend them, or could there be issues with seeming creepy? :O

...anyway, on to that article! Pages to read before I sleep, and all that.

Let's Positive Linking!
- Woman gives birth, then wakes up to find all her limbs have been amputated. And the doctors won't tell her why. >_<
- I've never even played World of Warcraft, and I thought this was funny. But then I've always thought cybersex was innately funny. Typing frantically with one hand leads to spelling errors, and TYPOES ARE NEVER SEXY, MMKAY? THEY'RE JUST RETARDED.
- A JoJo page with the coolest ASCII art ever at the bottom. And also the gayest ASCII art ever. ...Tomato, tomahto!

Edit: And I totally just realized that earlier this month my LJ had its third birthday. Yay, it's now old enough to talk and be potty-trained! :D