...urk.

[gogmagog]

Well, I was going to go to a Rockapella concert this evening with one of my fellow first-years, Ryan, after finishing my Postructuralism/Deconstruction/Postmodernism paper this afternoon. Problem was, I DIDN'T finish it this afternoon (it's only supposed to be three pages, but since it's in 10-pt. font with 1.5 line spacing it ends up being quite a bit more than that in actuality). So I ended up having to call him to cancel kinda last-minute, and now I feel crappy and guilty and wish I'd just said "to hell with the paper," gone to the concert and stayed up late tonight to finish the paper. (I hate flaking on people.)

...Oh well, nothing I can do about it now, other than finish my paper.

Let's Positive Linking!
- GameFAQs...we know drama. Bitching on the Radiata Stories board over a FAQ author not crediting the character recruitment Wiki, from which apparently it borrowed wholesale. And y'know, while I can see being pissed at said FAQ author, who comes off as a major asshole, all this wild talk of suing people is ridiculous. Dudes, it's the Internet...it doesn't matter how well-known your online strategy guide is, that and $2.50 will get you a cup of coffee with a hefty topping of whipped SHUT THE FUCK UP.
- Loading Suikoden IV save data into Rhapsodia will let you recruit a certain Hot Pants-ed character. OMG YAY

Edit: Dude, what kind of sadist requires ten references/quotes for a supposedly two-page (plus a page of notes) paper? AUGH.

This is especially bad because I'm having to wade through Derrida and Cixous for quotes, and the latter especially is completely incomprehensible. I SWEAR that Helene Cixous must have been on some kind of hallucinogenic drug when she wrote these (and not absinthe, because that supposedly makes you write better). A sample passage:

Thus, what is inscribed under Jean Genet's name, in the movement of a text that divides itself, pulls itself to pieces, dismembers itself, regroups, remembers itself, is a proliferating, maternal femininity. A phantasmic meld of men, males, gentlemen, monarchs, princes, orphans, flowers, mothers, breasts gravitates about a wonderful "sun of energy" - love, - that bombards and disintegrates these ephemeral amorous anomalies so that they can be recomposed in other bodies for new passions.

It's ALL like that. And this is in a SCHOLARLY TEXT, mind you. x_x

Comments

[ryuusama.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah, duh. Of course it's a scholarly text--where would scholars be without their innate ability to bullshit?

The older I get, the less patience I have with overdone prose.

[yoshitsune.livejournal.com]

But I expect scholarly text to be boring incomprehensible, not BATSHIT INSANE incomprehensible! XD