About four years, or so, ago I was sitting in a second year Dramaturgy class. What is dramaturgy, you might ask? Who the hell knows. Dramaturgs, or is it ists, study plays and do research for playwrites and stuff like that I believe. Anyways, this is before English, when I was still a theatre-perfomance major and I had to take the Dramaturgy class for the betterment of acting or something. The prof I had, I can’t remember her name, she wasn’t around long, but she was a nut. Lots of profs are, but this one was especially nutty. And she was obsessed with melodrama–she thought it ruled the world. I can remember sneering at her and thinking I hate melodrama, it’s so dumb. Dramatic people should be taken and thrown off a huge cliff and never come back until I am the king of the world…
I may not have thought all of that. The point I am trying to make is that I don’t think I was very in touch with myself. Because, the fact is, I love melodrama. I think it is wonderful and I agree with that nutty professor. Everyone (meaning storytellers) is quite obsessed with some sort of modern, academic truth in their stories. A cold, dark life. Well, the Soviet Union is gone so everyone can just
chill out warm up and be a little more creative. Get with the post-modern melodrama or perhaps the classic version, I don’t care. I love it and you should too!
Update: I have joined Amnesty and so I put a little image on the bottom so I can appear like I am judging you for not having it and for being a very poor excuse of a human being.
Update 2: If you haven’t noticed I have been putting links in my titles. Today’s is particularly clever, not that being clever is all that and a bag of potatoes.
Update 3: I am not that hungry and I don’t particularly like Snickers, but I did just eat some lovely waffles.
Edit: I like how the Google Ads are all about George Bush and Iraq. It is suppose to sense the content of my site and put ads to match. I am guessing that joke from a couple days ago has lead to these recent ads. Humorous, no?