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SATIRE. WHAT A WONDERFUL CONCEPT. Satire is what brings us today’s most popular forms of entertainment. “Today’s episode of Family Guy is brought to you by the best thing on planet earth. Satire… and the letter A.” In today’s comedic acts, the comedians often use forms of satire when telling a story and trying to portray it in such a way that the audience will find it funny. To do so, they use SATIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. For example, Bo Burnham.

**I will for warn you that this could easily be offended. So if you are easily offended, do not watch.**

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaxwfYtBCq4

Satire is so popular in today’s culture because sarcasm and irony is such a popular source of laughter. And we are an extremely dramatic generation of over exaggeration an ironic or sarcastic situation is like the golden key to making a person laugh. Oh, and if it’s insulting we usually find it even more entertaining… because we’re such great kids and all… one thing I found very interesting, and also true, is the fact that components of satire such as sarcasm, irony, and hyperbole’s do not translate over to other languages and cultures. So it kind of makes you think, did we invent the concept of satire? If we did then when? And how? Hmmmm….

Blog #10 make up: Shakespeare

 I strongly dislike Shakespeare. Shakespeare’s writes amazing pieces of literature when talking about the plot. I love the plot of all the plays he has written. I love the movie Much Ado About nothing with the actor who plays Wilson the oncologist in HOUSE. The plot and the story are absolutely glorious and hilarious. The only thing I dislike is reading the play in actual Shakespearean  When watching the movie, the voice inflexion and physical interpretation of the characters that the actors take is extremely helpful when trying to decipher the ever perplexing language that Shakespeare uses in his play writes. When reading the play you don’t have these helpful voice inflexions and actions to help the reader understand anything from the development of the character to the internal and non-verbal struggle a character may have when attempting to approach or confront one another, you are just reading words ,and it makes absolutely no sense to me when I read Shakespearean  I will admit though I generally do not enjoy Shakespeare’s drama’s due to the fact they are very monotone and serious most the time which doesn't help with my attempt to understand what exactly the actors or actress’ may be attempting to convey to the audience.

Make up: ALL THE CLOCKS AND ORANGES

So my independent reading book, I love it, and I don’t at the same time. Like, I love the idea of the story and the plot, it’s a really good idea. But I hate the main character Alex more than anything in the beginning when he goes around beating, killing, and rapping people. I mean… come one, who wouldn’t hate him? The only point in the story that I actually had any form of an emotional attachment to Alex’s character was after the treatment that the government gave him to make him less violent. I started off happy that he couldn’t be violent thinking that maybe his life would turn around and we’d start to see Alex become a good person and that he would be reprimanded for his earlier actions. ( does reprimanded seem like the right word choice?) but nooooooooo, first he just had to be so defenseless and pathetic that EVERY ONE from his past had to beat the snot out of him. I felt so so so soooo bad for him when dim and bullyboy beat him up. And when he returned to Mr. Alexander’s cottage? Oh my goodness I thought that would be the end of Alex. But the thing I dis-liked most about this book was the fact that Mr. Alexander drove Alex to attempt to commit suicide for revenge (jerk), and the fact that everyone in the story was just so casual about the fact that alex’s treatment had failed and they just switched him back to his old normal violent self and sent him back out into society like I was normal. 

Make up: SO MANY BONES TO PICK

Hamlet Hamlet Hamlet… or should I say Shakespeare? Hmmmmm. These men… I am not too fond of them… I could care less about hamlet because so far he just seems like a whiney moppey little boy who is so set on all this revenge on his uncle and avenging his fathers death, but then he is to pathetic and or timid to do anything when it’s very obvious that his uncle killed his father… I mean. He said he wanted revenge right? He said he wanted to put on the play to prove his uncle’s innocence of guilt right? Then WHAT ON GODS GREEN EARTH ARE YOU WAITING FOR!?!?!?!?!?! DO YOU ENJOY FEELING BAD FOR YOURSELF AND GIVING YOURSELF PITTY!?!??!?!!?!? WILL NO ONE ELSE PITTY YOU? NO? THEN GET OVER IT. Gaaaaahhhhhhhh. You are just so whiney. Shut up. And Shakespeare… I’ve got a bone to pick with you…  what possessed you to want to write in such a confusing way? Is that what they taught you kids back in old English English class? (I feel like that was a little funny, is that sad?) just no shakiepoo. I am tired of you. Please go away and leave me be. I plan on becoming a midwife. I’m pretty sure that I don’t need you English in order to figure out if a lady has a tiny human being pushed through her uterus or not…

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So Reading Extravaganza was definitely a lot better than I imagined it to be. I kinda thought it would end up being like me and a teacher sitting in a white solitary room with no windows and her staring me in the eye asking me really in depth and philosophical questions that I didn’t know how to answer…. It wasn’t that. But instead it was a few of us sitting in a table at the library and just going in a circle basically sharing our feelings about the book. So I read a Clock Work Orange by Anthony Burgess and it was… psychological to a whole new level to say the LEAST. Totally off topic but one kid in our group didn’t read it and it was totally obvious. DERRR. But yea, anyway, I really didn’t even understand what was going on half the time because the book was written in a made up futuristic British slang that was influenced by Russian (and I think German?) called Nadst (I think). And it was so far off from modern day English that you could not understand what was going on the life of you. I was so enthralled by the fact that I understood that he said he was rapping two 10 year old girls that I didn’t even think that what he was doing was bad!!!! I was just glad I understood he was saying it!

This is all I could think of...

So we really didn't do anything that interesting last week other than take a test. (Which I totally bombed the multiple choice after feeling so confident about it. Don’t you hate when that happens?) So I think I’ll just talk about college today. College, College, College, where do I begin with college? So everybody is still talking about how they are applying to all these prestigious schools and how they are all really nervous about getting accepted but really they have an air about them that says “there’s no way I’m not getting accepted to (insert prestigious or ivy league college here) _________.” And then I feel like poop. Again. Because I feel lucky to be able to go to UK, but I still have to re-take my ACT because there’s no way UK’s nursing program will accept me with a 25. And I will most likely not get a single scholarship, which really doesn’t make me feel good about myself because everyone’s back up plan is getting a full ride to UK. Even my boyfriend just went to UK because UK is giving him a full ride and even paying him some just to go there. Do you want to know how I feel about every body’s opinion on colleges? #nocollegeswag

make up: I strongly disagree with the idea of blogging...

Sooooo blogging, yea, not my thing. To start off, I’m not really that much of a talker, at least not about my feelings or things that actually require a deep insightful journey or opinion. I especially don’t like talking to people I don’t know. So this completely one sided conversation I feel like I’m having with the computer is a little stressful. It just doesn’t feel right. And I know that everybody or anybody is going to read all of my post’s on my blog. And let me tell you. I don’t like it one bit. I’m the kinds of person that when I got a twitter, I got annoyed and upset when people followed me. I was perfectly happy when just my closest friends followed me so I could make cute insight jokes with them or references to something I know they would find funny. I can’t do that with a blog.  I feel the same way with my blog. I feel uncomfortable and awkward trying to come up with things to say, even coming up with a subject is an ordeal for me. I’m a conversational follower, not a leader. I mean , I have pretty strong opinions of things, but 99% of the time I don’t ever tell anyone. So me trying to come up with things im comfortable talking about, things that actually make sense to people, and coming up with enough to say to people is stressful. ESPECIALLY SENSE I HAVE TO WRITE ABOUT THINGS THAT ARENT REALLY ON THE TOP OF MY “I REALLY CARE ABOUT THAT” list…