The second day in which I get to spout my comments on a christmas movie that no doubt everyone has already seen seven or eiaght times.

            Introducing The Little Drummer Boy. No drumroll please (I have a headache).
                 This is the all time mom favorite. Or at least two mothers of my acquantiance seem to like this movie (well two out of two that is a good correlation, isn't it?). To be honest I think that the simplicity of the visual component of the show is quite appealing. I also appreciate the just general over all simplicity and beauty of the movie. It is perhaps the best children's classic Christmas movie that I have seen (Other then the Peanut's Christmas of course, but that is to good to be a classic).
                  Not that it's competition is all that great anyway. I mean seriously Frosty Returns. Who thought that movie was  a good idea? I mean personally I was hoping frosty was going to melt. In both movies actually and what else is there Rudolph. I mean if the shiny nose was such a big problem they could always have cut it off. I mean it is just like my dad always says if it hurts cut it off. Fine that might be a little bit of an over reaction.
            Also a problem with the Little Drummer Boy is that it seems to send half of my siblings to bed with nightmares (well as long as they stay in bed we are okay). These kids are way to sensitive. I like to call myself sensitve (I don't like calling myself sensitive but I unfortunately am sensitive).  So maybe kids should not watch it. But it is a kids show. I mean who else will watch this? (stupid bloggers like myself don't count).
              Well actually maybe watching it once a year is not such a bad idea. It really has many elements about it that are quite appealing (whereas other Christmas children's shows are quite appalling).
            So I suggest watching it if you can even find it.

My (almost) Baby sister seems to think that I have to write for her contest. Therefore I am writing this (have you ever wondered how long they would let you make these titles?

                    Lets see... Oh yes I have been coherced to write a review of It's a Wonderful Life. I have never actually watched the full movie technically, although I acted as Violet Bick in a community theater play. I have yet to get over that enough to finish watching the actual movie. That and I have this thing against Jimmy Stewart. Maybe he's just to decent and American. I think I like my characters very good and/or very interesting. Don't get me wrong I like amazing characters who are good amazingly so. But I have difficulty in many cases with boring good characters. This is not fair to Jimmy Stewart I will admit his character in here was fairly well drawn and interesting enough. I can see why the movie is a classic. The message of the story is very good and somewhat empowering (I am not certain if empowering is usually a good thing. I am not a believer in self confidence at all costs. Sometimes we all can be dumb and we should learn of it).

                    Maybe I can not understand someone who is so friendly and likeable. I mean likeable. That is what Jimmy Stewart is likeable. Likeable.  It feels like they are trying to take away my free will by trying to force me to like them. Then either I end up liking them or hating them for the attempt. Jimmy Stewart really is neither. I just do not care for his character that he always seems to play. Although I do hear he tried to get out of the nice average American man role that he always played towards the later part of his career.

So I was supposed to write about It's a Wonderful Life. Well to be completely frank it bores me after we go through his life the first time. When he starts freaking out I lost interest him as a character, (I dislike over dramatic reactions somewhat) and since I already knew the story as every does whether or not they have watched it, I have never finished it. So this is not much of a commentary I admit. IT probably is a good a very good movie, but I never could stand sentimental heartwarming movies. They are so disgustingly emotional.

finals again

              Yes, I have finals yet again. Why do I always make time during finals but no other time to blog? I have problems. Personally I wish finals where just a little bit more final. The dragging out of education is getting just a bit tedious. I am now writing a fifteen page paper of Evelina by Francis Burney.  Burney was the person who more or less helped to inspire Jane Austen, although from what I can tell Jane Austen is a better writer. Although to say that for certain I would have to read more of Burney's books.  For some reason Burney reminds me of Oscar Wilde.
          I am not certain if  I like the education system we have. I am not certain if it is the best way to learn. I mean cramming your head full of facts does not allow good Memory retention and writing ten to twelve longer papers a semester  will not guarantee quality. But what would I know? Maybe it does.  Oh well never mind that.

Please Hold......  I am currently consulting the shade of Coleridge, I shall attempt to get back to you as soon as possible.

         Fine then I am not consulting him, there may be something against that in the Church Canon. But all I want to do is to ask Coleridge to finish Cristabel. I mean this lazy poet leaves perhaps one of his most interesting poems unfinished. When he finished things like The Rime of the Ancient Mariner, Which was slightly boring and somewhat over the top.  I mean a guy randomly kills a bird and is cursed to a long and cruel life starting with all  his shipmates killed. Or Kubbla Klan. It is short, sweet, exotic and with no plot. Sorry I really have to say I prefer ballads and stories to lyrics about watching paint dry or even worse about someones feelings as an adolescent. Spare me, Spare the world.

            But although Cristabel creeps me out, especially at one point (I'll give you a hint it was the same point more or less that freaked Shelley out too, actually mine is just a little later). It was very interesting and now it is very aggravating when he leaves his heroine under a spell from an old young snake woman  who has difficulty walking over thresholds. Although I have to admit in part one of the things that tantalizes me about the story is that it is unfinished. But it also happens to be the only thing by Coleridge that I can appreciate.

            Oh right, I perhaps ought to finish what I was saying in my post about a week ago. Realism. What I do not like about realism is there tendency to take themselves far to seriously. What I do not like about   romanticism is that it can be overtly flowery and they have a tendency to take themselves to seriously. I mean have a little fun at your own expense once in awhile.

            I mean just because it is realistic does not make it great literature nor does it mean everything that is not a hundred percent realist can not be good literature.

From the depths

             From the depths of the deep I arise. Okay that is somewhat repetitious.
             Well I am back to blogging because I am a low life who needs to post a literary diary on the computer, that is somewhat lame.
              But I have realized that college is the place for self fulfillment and learning your own personal identity. Thus far I have learned that not only to I belong to AIDA (a secret society devoted to, ohh never mind), I am also the superhero known as Flash. I have very little idea of who this entity is except that he likes to wear lots of red and that he has wings on his helmet. Oh and also he is a guy, which is just a little bit of a problem. Moving on.
                  It's all fine. Batman lives next door to me. Apparently we had reached a level of geekdom that I had hitherto only aspired too (blogs do not count).   I am also reading the romantic poets and the moment. I like Burns and I do not mind the rest of them as long as they stick to a story. But when you read some of their more repetitious and dramatic and mushy feeling ones, well the result is not pretty.
            One's eyes begin to glaze over and you continue reading wondering when will this ever end. Spare me your platitudes for lost innocence. Perhaps a platitude for lost intelligence would be more welcome in their case.
            But perhaps what the romantics needed in their poetry was more battles and less drugs. I'll give them that they have an excellent ability to manipulate the English language, but seriously I wish they would not have to burden the world with more poems about lambs and shepards.
             So fine I am not particularly interested in most poetry. Also I prefer the older stuff to the newer stuff most frequently. This constant need for realism is taxing and very Victorian. I do not mind realism in the right context but at the same time it is over rated.
            Wait did I just complain about realism and romanticism in the very same post? I have problems. Which I shall no doubt explain later.

           I am beginning to read Pilgrim's Progress. Actually it is more accurate to say that I am planing to read Pilgrim's Progress. I am not reading it because I think that it will be any good, rather because I am sure it will be stupid. It is precisely the same reason why I tried to read Harry Potter. I did not have the perseverance to finsh it. Just so I can back up my complaints of it and so I would know what they are talking about when it is mentioned.
            That is horrible, I am not even trying to read about it to enjoy it or learn about it or even show off by my knowledge about it. I want to complain about it.
            This dilemma perhaps can be accounted for by my life. I have nothing much to complain about in my everyday life and there is in my personality a distinct necessity to gripe about something. Therefore I go out of my way to complain about literature. That perhaps explains this whole blog.

As usual I have no idea what I am going to write about

         I could write about Beloved that is another book I have to read for classes. It's kindof dumb and very grotesque and somewhat pretenious. To be fair I do not like this vaque writing style where you are not sure what point in the story you are at. It is just jumping all over the place and all over time. I mean I can flippin read Dickens who jumps all over the place, but at least there is a definite story line going.
         People have this mistaken notion that if I can not understand it, it must be intelluctual. That is not true. Sometimes things are hard to understand because they are nonesence. At the same time sometimes something is very intelluctial and one can not understand it because of the actual cleverness in the book. But at the very least through study and being read by smarter people then me, one can find a fairly definite meaning.
           Basically what I am saying is that just because something is hard to understand does not make it 'deep' or clever. Vaque can be just a lack of thought or lack of communication skills. Complicated themes within a work will make it harder to understand but the easier it is to understand, even with the complicated themes, shows a definetly better writing style.