Friday, October 17, 2003
 

I really, really, really need a samurai sword.

Really.

I went with a friend tonight to see Kill Bill, which was, in her words, "a postmodern party." That's a more coherent way of saying what I said: "I have no idea what the heck that was about, but it was seriously cool." Which is pretty much what postmodernism is, anyway. We did an intellectual-theoretical-etc discussion of the movie so we wouldn't feel like we were slacking (slacking = doing anything not clearly related to The Program), but it usually came down to the same two points: A, we need swords. B, we need minions.

My class would be so much more fun if I could cut off the heads of the students who offend me. I'd have a lot fewer papers to grade, too.

Speaking of, my friend (I don't think I have a nickname for her yet, and inspiration isn't striking at the moment) got a response paper this week that was entitled "To Be A Pimp, You Got to Earn It." Gee, I can't wait to teach comp.

But I digress. I'd read mixed reviews of the movie, and I couldn't really tell what to expect, from the previews. There was a lot more to it than blood spatter, though, so go see it. Now. There was one major thing that concerned us, about how gender was going to be re/inscribed in the movie, but that may be answered in Vol. 2, so I shall withhold judgment. There were some seriously fantastic and brilliant moments there, though.

And tomorrow, I must read The Octopus. Oh, joy. This class caused me to whack my head on the table numerous times yesterday. Need I say more? I mean, trust me, I could do a lot more complaining, but that would take a lot of energy 'n' stuff.

Talk to my sword-wielding minions if you have a problem with that.

Elvisette philosophized at 11:21 PM