- Thanks to I.H for fixing my URL. What I would have done without it I don't know. Literally, I have no idea because I don't know how to do it myself. Which sucks. Cut me some slack though, cool?
- Don't ever get triple bacon on a sub. Actually, while I'm thinking about it, don't ever get triple anything on a sub. Except maybe lettuce. In my defense though, it looked like everything else was tripled before I asked for double bacon, it wasn't enough, so I said "make it triple". The girl, forlorned, said "triple?" I said, "uh...if that's okay, please?" Do NOT make me feel guilty about my bacon habit. Just don't do it. I'm sure some of you have a diet habit. Don't judge.
- NBA basketball is my favorite thing of all time. Even moreso than bacon. We are now less than two weeks away from tip-off and I am like a kid close to Christmas. I might actually get more excited about NBA ball coming up than I do about Christmas up until like...Christmas Eve. God, that is so sad. Again, don't judge.
- At Wendy's, the Homestyle Chicken Sandwich is THE EXACT SAME THING as the Chicken Club. But it's like 70 cents more. I learned this the hard way. Do not fall victim.
- Is it bad that I hate American Lit? I don't think it is. I love Brit Lit because It's exciting and poetic. All of it is. While the Americans were writing awful pamphlets, the Brits were teaching students about Beowulf and The Canterbury Tales. My mom recently said "well America was new, they had to establish their literature." Uh...no they didn't. They could have just started up with a modification of good Brit Lit. I read part of Ben Franklin's autobiography. Here is the short version: He spends the whole time bragging about how humble he is. He then says that being humble makes him charming. Then there is extensive bragging about how charming he is. Ironic that after reading that I immediately classified BF as the least charming figure I have ever read about.
While I am thinking about that, the poetry sucks too. If you want real poetry do yourself a huge favor and look up A Valediction: Forbidding Morning. This is the single most beautiful piece of poetry ever. Seriously. John Donne puts it down.
Peace, Love, Hoops, Brit Lit.
2 comments:
No, I'm not sure if I said that exactly. I may have, but let me elaborate a teeny bit. America was ESTABLISHING AMERICA, as in A COUNTRY. Kind of took a lot of freaking time. The big thinkers were doing THAT. And, they naturally wanted to establish their own national literature's identity, not just rip off THE COUNTRY THEY REBELLED AGAINST. Thankfully, all that crap got itself worked out during the Romantic period in time for Poe, Hawthorne, and really, Irving--the Knickerbocker with a nice sense of humor. Do not dare to tell me that American lit in the nineteenth century, with Annabel Lee, Song of Myself #33, any of Twain, and Emily Dickinson is crap. I'll kill you and then rip your...never mind.(Good God, when is the last time you really read some Whitman, like "Sight in the Camp at Daybreak Grey and Dim". Oh. My. God.)
Ben Franklin's autobiography is dead boring, yes, and I don't consider it National Literature.
Old BF spends his entire time telling you he's a self-made man and then goes on to tell you how many people helped him out. He's tedious and self-congratulatory to the point of being masturbatory. There, I said it.
Sigh. I just blogged on your blog.
nance - was I meant to chuckle at the close proximity of "masturbatory" and "I just blogged on your blog"? That just sounds so wrong - but you put me in that frame of mind!
donnage - next time, just ask for less of the other ingredients. Then the proportions will be correct, but you won't have 3000 lbs. of bacon on your sandwich (and then in your belly).
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