random thoughts when time is short
i'd like to announce that i think i may have found the perfect girl for whom i could fall in love -- ally sheady, as seen in "the breakfast club" (which i watched at around 2am last night). that is, of course, if she really actedjust like that in real life.
so if anyone knows a nice, young, neurotic girl with cleptomaniacal tendencies and an impulsive desire to lie with every word she utters, send her my way. and that habit of squeaking rather than actually speaking would be a plus.
the search is on; let me know when you find her.
so if anyone knows a nice, young, neurotic girl with cleptomaniacal tendencies and an impulsive desire to lie with every word she utters, send her my way. and that habit of squeaking rather than actually speaking would be a plus.
the search is on; let me know when you find her.
posted by scøüpe at 11:44 AM
11 Comments:
lets get married then.
haha. but really, i've always wondered if there were a guy who ask for neuroticism outright.
cool blog.
it's not just one single book.
it was all of them.
another roadside attraction just happened to be first.
he's written at least 10 books i think...not in the mood for counting this second.
but yeah! definately check him out. he is a voice to be reckoned with and is highly under celebrated.
peace.
I guess anything is better than Molly Ringwald. Ick. Those teeth give me horrifying nightmares about dentists dressed up like clowns, weilding flaming swords and chanting "Oompa Loompa."
Not really, but she is weird. (and so am I, apparently, with a rather meager attempt at humor. I must be too tired from sleeping on couches.)
many a great night has ended with me sleeping on a couch.
at least sunday night the couch was comfortable and the conversation interesting.
true.
the cuddle couch earns both its name and much praise from me.
and I still say that Hamlet isn't completely mad...(for "there is method in it")
Get thee to a nunnery, go!
so, i guess i'm not the only person doing this at 2:00 in the morning...
don't all mad people think there's a method to it? i think that just highlights his madness, on top of being mad, he thinks he's not.
ok, i'm actually just playing devil's advocate here.
but i guess that makes scoupe the devil? aw, i didn't mean that!
no, frø. i say that hamlet wasn't mad at all. bereaved and depressed, most definitely; but not mad. nor is he lacking the fortitude to follow through.
i read him as a calculating source of vengeance. at first, he is skeptical as to the veracity of his vision - whether it be his father's ghost or the devil sent to decieve him. but once he knows for sure that claudius is the killer he believes him to be he strikes through the curtains to kill him in front of his mother without pause for consideration. and he refused to kill him while claudius was in prayer for fear that his soul would ascend straight to heaven rather than to the hell it deserved.
yet still he doubts, throughout that moment (for that is the time of the "to be or not to be" soliloquy) whether he has the righteous cause to be God's hand in the death of Claudious. His grief weighs him down and makes him weak - not lacking in courage, but lacking in the long-term will or strength of spirit.
Actually, scøupe, I disagree; I don't think that his revenge is calculating at all. In fact, I believe that his passions - grief, love, despair, hatred, guilt - control him, and manifest wildly in the instant of the Polonius murder. He didn't plan to kill him in front of his mother; rather, he was full of anguish and desperation during their conversation (he and Gertrude) and he never paused before stabbing Polonius because he never considered it at all, in that moment.
'Twas the first "crime of passion" in the play. Remember, he only kills Claudius after he realizes that Cladius had (albeit mistakenly) killed his mother with the poison. No plan, no method, no soliloquy: just furious, spontaneous killing.
Maybe I should just blog about this, 'stead of taking up scøupe's comment space!
You guys are dorks.
I like that.
okay, i have to admit that i haven't seen or read hamlet in at least seven years and my details are more than a little fuzzy.
i concede that karen is great and probably also right about this one.
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