So today I was trying to figure out what to write about and asked my dad to give me a suggestion. After about three failed suggestions (pfffft, who wants to read about Thelonious Monk (besides my survey of jazz teacher, who had to after I wrote a research paper about him)?), he suggested "musical theatre," which I decided was something I could write about.
Musical theatre is a magical thing. It can express everything that movie's can: be it tragedy, such as West Side Story; Comedy, such as Spamalot; Childrens' stories, such as The Lion King; or porn, such as Spring Awakening- musical theatre has it all.
And this brings me to my main point:
Musical theatre
Is something everyone loves
Despite what they say
That's right. It's impossible not to like musical theatre. You may say you don't, you may even think you don't, but no matter what you do like musical theatre. As I say above, it appeals to everyone. Just look at West Side Story, where all of the gang members dance. They're "cool" but they still sing and dance. The same thing goes for Grease.
The title of this post is from a Spamalot song called "You Won't Succeed on Broadway [if you don't have any Jews]."
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The Windshield Wiper Widower
So I am (finally) home for fall break. After my 7 hour bus ride, I arrived home and surprised my parents. On the bus, I had planned to accomplish tons of work. When that obviously failed to be done, I decided to do some haiku writing. However, I even failed at that and only was able to crank out 4 haikus. I then solved 4 clues in the New York Times Crossword Puzzle, and then just stared into space for the remaining trip while trying to fall asleep.
While I was listening to the incredibly annoying "squuueeeeeeeeek...... squuuueeeeeeeeeeek..... squueeeeeeeek" sounds of the windshield wipers (which sounded remarkably like a tortured cat... not that I know the sound of a tortured cat) I realized something:
Windshield wipers are
One invention that cannot
Be abused by man
Yes, it may seem obvious, but I bet you've never thought of that. We always hear about all sorts of fantastic inventions of man kind being abused by power or simply being misused (for instance, a cane in the hands of William Zantzinger, a pipe in the hands of Colonel Mustard, or a microphone in the hands of Miley Cyrus). However, we never hear about people misusing windshield wipers. I wonder why that is (just wait till tomorrow when the "windshield wiper widower" serial killer strikes and proves me wrong). And yes, this is random, but I'm tired, so be quiet. And I'm home. Mmmmm, Tempurpedic.
While I was listening to the incredibly annoying "squuueeeeeeeeek...... squuuueeeeeeeeeeek..... squueeeeeeeek" sounds of the windshield wipers (which sounded remarkably like a tortured cat... not that I know the sound of a tortured cat) I realized something:
Windshield wipers are
One invention that cannot
Be abused by man
Yes, it may seem obvious, but I bet you've never thought of that. We always hear about all sorts of fantastic inventions of man kind being abused by power or simply being misused (for instance, a cane in the hands of William Zantzinger, a pipe in the hands of Colonel Mustard, or a microphone in the hands of Miley Cyrus). However, we never hear about people misusing windshield wipers. I wonder why that is (just wait till tomorrow when the "windshield wiper widower" serial killer strikes and proves me wrong). And yes, this is random, but I'm tired, so be quiet. And I'm home. Mmmmm, Tempurpedic.
Friday, October 9, 2009
There once was a man from Nantucket....
Well, fall break is finally upon us! A whole 4 days of freedom (technically 2, since half of them are the weekend anyways)! Well anyway, I will have much time to think this weekend since I shall be avoiding work as best as I can (well, until it's inevitable for me to revise that paper, write that other paper, and write that yet other paper). But yeh, so by think I guess I mean that I will have some time to write haikus and songs and such, which brings me to my main point. Today, I was asked (by myself, but nonetheless), "why don't you write limericks?" It's a very good question (I sure am smart), considering that limericks are almost always comedic and seem perfect for me to write (I did actually go through a limerick writing phase, believe it or not). Now, I could say something along the lines of "well, limericks are too long and are in themselves enough to stand alone, and therefore could not be accompanied by a good post" and this would be an adequate (who on Earth thought of spelling that word like that? Took me 4 tries to get it right) answer. However, it would be a lie. I shall relay the proper answer in haiku form:
Limericks can be
Fantastic, but require much
More work than haikus
Well that's the reason in a nutshell. I am lazy, and alas, far too lazy to write limericks. That being said however, I will now spontaneously write a limerick to continue my trend of contradicting myself. I will give it to you uncensored, and draft it as I write this post.
There once was a boy from Cornell
And in Clara Dickson he dwelt
He had a single
Which let him mingle
With all of Cornell's pretty belles
First let me clarify, that boy is not me. And second, that did not turn out quite like I had intended at all. I had meant to make it something ridiculous and then have crossed out words which would turn it into something less ridiculous. It ended up being witty enough in the end, and I'm too lazy to dish out more. Sheesh, soooo demanding. I gave you your limerick, damnit! Leave me be!
Limericks can be
Fantastic, but require much
More work than haikus
Well that's the reason in a nutshell. I am lazy, and alas, far too lazy to write limericks. That being said however, I will now spontaneously write a limerick to continue my trend of contradicting myself. I will give it to you uncensored, and draft it as I write this post.
There once was a boy from Cornell
And in Clara Dickson he dwelt
He had a single
Which let him mingle
With all of Cornell's pretty belles
First let me clarify, that boy is not me. And second, that did not turn out quite like I had intended at all. I had meant to make it something ridiculous and then have crossed out words which would turn it into something less ridiculous. It ended up being witty enough in the end, and I'm too lazy to dish out more. Sheesh, soooo demanding. I gave you your limerick, damnit! Leave me be!
The Taming of the Jew
So, after yesterday's post's mention of Shakespeare cred, I have taken it upon myself to earn some more. Yes, I know, it may be trivial to anyone else, but it means a lot to me! There are many people (scholars and such, you know) out there who already have plenty of Shakespeare cred. I know I will never reach their level, but I can at least try to get up there a little. One thing that is common among people with "street cred" is to "bash" or "hate on" others street cred saying that it's not "hip" or "rad" enough. So on that note, I have decided to target someone with plenty of Shakespeare cred: Harold Bloom. If you don't know who he is, he's a Shakespeare scholar who has devoted his entire life to living in his mother's basement and writing about sexual innuendos (ooooooh, snap! This is an over-generalization, but nonetheless a good insult in my humble opinion). That being said, here it comes, my two part take-down of Mr. Yale:
One must be blind, deaf
And dumb not to deem Harold
Bloom as arrogant.
Ok, that may be a little mean, I'm sorry. But one has to be cruel to gain Shakespeare cred. Get used to it (well not really, since I probably won't be making too many efforts to take down Shakespeare scholars).
And yes, he used that exact phrase "one must be blind, dead and dumb" in an essay about Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice," calling it anti-Semitic. So now here's my rebuttal to that (I am getting mad cred today):
Merchant of Venice
Is as anti-Semitic
As bagels with lox
That's right, I said it. Harold Bloom called Shakespeare anti-Semitic, and I refuted that statement (bagels with lox are not anti-Semitic, in case you didn't make that connection). On the other hand, "The Merchant of Venice" (also known as "The Taming of the Jew") is far from anti-Semitic, raising awareness for Jewish plight by leading the viewer/reader to sympathize with Shylock (and blah blah blah, if you want to hear about it I can send you my junior year Shakespeare essay).
I would say that this post alone got me 3 Shakespeare cred. Not only did I defend Shakespeare from Bloom, but I also countered him (each of those nets me 1 cred, and doing both at once makes it 3). This brings my Shakespeare cred to 5, for those counting. And if you have noticed, I have added a rating system at the bottom of each post. For each post you have the choice of giving me a "Shakespeare cred" rating or a "Marlowe cred." Contrary to what it may suggest, if you choose the "Shakespeare cred" option, it will not increase my actual cred, but it is meant to show that you reacted positively to the post. "Marlowe cred," on the other hand means that you are ready to be killed in a bar fight after reading the post. So I guess what I'm getting at is vote Shakespeare Cred if you liked the post and Marlowe Cred if you don't.
One must be blind, deaf
And dumb not to deem Harold
Bloom as arrogant.
Ok, that may be a little mean, I'm sorry. But one has to be cruel to gain Shakespeare cred. Get used to it (well not really, since I probably won't be making too many efforts to take down Shakespeare scholars).
And yes, he used that exact phrase "one must be blind, dead and dumb" in an essay about Shakespeare's "The Merchant of Venice," calling it anti-Semitic. So now here's my rebuttal to that (I am getting mad cred today):
Merchant of Venice
Is as anti-Semitic
As bagels with lox
That's right, I said it. Harold Bloom called Shakespeare anti-Semitic, and I refuted that statement (bagels with lox are not anti-Semitic, in case you didn't make that connection). On the other hand, "The Merchant of Venice" (also known as "The Taming of the Jew") is far from anti-Semitic, raising awareness for Jewish plight by leading the viewer/reader to sympathize with Shylock (and blah blah blah, if you want to hear about it I can send you my junior year Shakespeare essay).
I would say that this post alone got me 3 Shakespeare cred. Not only did I defend Shakespeare from Bloom, but I also countered him (each of those nets me 1 cred, and doing both at once makes it 3). This brings my Shakespeare cred to 5, for those counting. And if you have noticed, I have added a rating system at the bottom of each post. For each post you have the choice of giving me a "Shakespeare cred" rating or a "Marlowe cred." Contrary to what it may suggest, if you choose the "Shakespeare cred" option, it will not increase my actual cred, but it is meant to show that you reacted positively to the post. "Marlowe cred," on the other hand means that you are ready to be killed in a bar fight after reading the post. So I guess what I'm getting at is vote Shakespeare Cred if you liked the post and Marlowe Cred if you don't.
Thursday, October 8, 2009
2 Cheeks Hurting < 1 Cheek Hurting?
Ok, I just finished my work and am heading to a CCC meeting shortly, so I will give you a brief post (yes, I know, I am so kind).
I am sorry to target another saying, but they are easy prey. So here goes:
Turn the other cheek
Is a bad philosophy
For a boxing match
Ever think about that? If you live by a turn the other cheek way of life, and someone punches you in the face, you are just setting yourself up for defeat. Other situations in which this philosophy may not work well: The Revolutionary War, having a sword stuck through your face so as to puncture both cheeks, Russian Roulette, a missed high-five and some more.
Now I'm not about doing the opposite. Here are some situations in which it may work well: Botox injections.
Look forward to my epic post tomorrow. A continuation of sorts of my earlier post from today.
I am sorry to target another saying, but they are easy prey. So here goes:
Turn the other cheek
Is a bad philosophy
For a boxing match
Ever think about that? If you live by a turn the other cheek way of life, and someone punches you in the face, you are just setting yourself up for defeat. Other situations in which this philosophy may not work well: The Revolutionary War, having a sword stuck through your face so as to puncture both cheeks, Russian Roulette, a missed high-five and some more.
Now I'm not about doing the opposite. Here are some situations in which it may work well: Botox injections.
Look forward to my epic post tomorrow. A continuation of sorts of my earlier post from today.
"Sucking too Hard on your Lollipop"
Well today is a beautiful day again here in Ithaca. Don't worry though, I have something better to talk about than weather: The corruption of the English language as we know it.
There are some words in the English language that are perfectly good words, but have been defiled either through misuse or poor usage. For example, one such word is "erect." If one wants to put up a sign somewhere, they would erect it. However, due to the possible sexual interpretations of it (get you minds out of the gutter!) no one can get away by saying that without other people snickering a little. A similar word would be "horny." You'd think a word like this could be used to describe unicorns or weird horned lizards, but rather, it has come to the same point at which it can't be used in a sentence without laughs (unless used in the sexual context). Which brings me to perhaps the worst corruption of a word in the English language. One of the most innocent childhood words of all:
It's very sad that
The word "lollipop" has been
Corrupted as such
Here we have a symbol of childhood innocence, the lollipop, and it has come to be a symbol of sex thanks to rappers like Half a Dollar and Small Dwayne. It is a sad thing. I mean, why could they have not chosen something else for their songs? Something not as innocent? I understand that the lollipop is so perfect as an innuendo, what with the licking and sucking, but there are other things you do that to too. For example, some things you lick: envelopes, stamps, lips, and the top of the yogurt lid with that little bid of extra yogurt you can't get with your spoon. Some things you suck on: ice cubes, mints, straws, blood from a wound, and feet (this one is especially good for a song... forget street cred.... if you use this one you get Shakespeare cred... come to think of it, I'm gonna start quantifying Shakespeare cred... I get 1 point for this and another point for that Hamlet post from a while ago. 2 points of Shakespeare cred, haha!). So now, instead of defiling our innocent words, why don't you people go write songs about other things? You can use anything I listed above, and only pay me a small percent of the song profits.
The title of this song comes from Mika's song "Lollipop," which is surprisingly nonsexual in spite of the underlying innuendo present in it.
There are some words in the English language that are perfectly good words, but have been defiled either through misuse or poor usage. For example, one such word is "erect." If one wants to put up a sign somewhere, they would erect it. However, due to the possible sexual interpretations of it (get you minds out of the gutter!) no one can get away by saying that without other people snickering a little. A similar word would be "horny." You'd think a word like this could be used to describe unicorns or weird horned lizards, but rather, it has come to the same point at which it can't be used in a sentence without laughs (unless used in the sexual context). Which brings me to perhaps the worst corruption of a word in the English language. One of the most innocent childhood words of all:
It's very sad that
The word "lollipop" has been
Corrupted as such
Here we have a symbol of childhood innocence, the lollipop, and it has come to be a symbol of sex thanks to rappers like Half a Dollar and Small Dwayne. It is a sad thing. I mean, why could they have not chosen something else for their songs? Something not as innocent? I understand that the lollipop is so perfect as an innuendo, what with the licking and sucking, but there are other things you do that to too. For example, some things you lick: envelopes, stamps, lips, and the top of the yogurt lid with that little bid of extra yogurt you can't get with your spoon. Some things you suck on: ice cubes, mints, straws, blood from a wound, and feet (this one is especially good for a song... forget street cred.... if you use this one you get Shakespeare cred... come to think of it, I'm gonna start quantifying Shakespeare cred... I get 1 point for this and another point for that Hamlet post from a while ago. 2 points of Shakespeare cred, haha!). So now, instead of defiling our innocent words, why don't you people go write songs about other things? You can use anything I listed above, and only pay me a small percent of the song profits.
The title of this song comes from Mika's song "Lollipop," which is surprisingly nonsexual in spite of the underlying innuendo present in it.
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
Blowin' in the Wind
Today is a rather nippy day. I would not call it cold, only a little chilly. The real brutal-ness of the weather today comes solely from the ridiculous wind. I saw a weird tent structure that had been set up outside of our dining hall (made out of metal poles and stuff) blow upside down. All of the twiggy girls have to grab on to trees or poles so as to not be caught it in the wind. Which brings me to my main point:
If Chicago's known
For wind better than here, it
Must hurricane there
Seriously, I always here people complain and/or joke about wind in Chicago, and yet the wind here is horrible. Which makes me think that they must always either have hurricanes or tornadoes there.
Sorry for another weather post. Can't help it, it's so easy to talk about. And now the sun just came out! Also the Cornell chimes today played Dylan's "Blowin' in the Wind" which I just realized the point of as I wrote it into my title.
If Chicago's known
For wind better than here, it
Must hurricane there
Seriously, I always here people complain and/or joke about wind in Chicago, and yet the wind here is horrible. Which makes me think that they must always either have hurricanes or tornadoes there.
Sorry for another weather post. Can't help it, it's so easy to talk about. And now the sun just came out! Also the Cornell chimes today played Dylan's "Blowin' in the Wind" which I just realized the point of as I wrote it into my title.
Procrastinunction, what's your function
I currently write this at 11:46 PM. I could be doing work or something, but I'm not. Well, truth be told I just finished all of my Sociology work for most of the week, but shhhhhh. So now this is what it comes down to. The cat's meow, as they say (yes, I am tired, why do you ask?). I have already procrastinated a number of hours with music, and now I procrastinate my going to bed. Which brings me to my thesis of this well structured essay:
Procrastination
Can be done at any time
Of the day or night
That's right! Believe it or not! You could be up at 3 in the morning and be procrastinated as you would be at 3 in the afternoon! Crazy, right? I know, totally. But wait! There's more!
I got nothing.
Procrastination
Can be done at any time
Of the day or night
That's right! Believe it or not! You could be up at 3 in the morning and be procrastinated as you would be at 3 in the afternoon! Crazy, right? I know, totally. But wait! There's more!
I got nothing.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
One Month!
Sorry for the late post, I've been busy with errands and class, and slept in a little.
Well, for any of you who didn't notice (probably all of you), today is the 1 month anniversary of this blog!!!!!! Woooooooooooot!!!!!
I am please to announce the following:
My visitor graph
Is flatter than a ten year
Old Coca-Cola
Or, if you prefer:
My visits per day
Has gone up like Rush Limbaugh
Without Viagra
Sorry, that second one was a little cruel. For those of you who don't get it, just Google it. You'll see.
But yeh, I am sorry to report that the number of visitors I get per day has not increased whatsoever over the course of this month. In fact, I saw many more visitors in my first couple of days than I did at any other point in the month. I'm not too sad about this, as it's nice to have a small readership, but I'm a little bit disappointed. It would be nice if the joy of procrastination as I define it were to spread to more people. That is all for now.
Well, for any of you who didn't notice (probably all of you), today is the 1 month anniversary of this blog!!!!!! Woooooooooooot!!!!!
I am please to announce the following:
My visitor graph
Is flatter than a ten year
Old Coca-Cola
Or, if you prefer:
My visits per day
Has gone up like Rush Limbaugh
Without Viagra
Sorry, that second one was a little cruel. For those of you who don't get it, just Google it. You'll see.
But yeh, I am sorry to report that the number of visitors I get per day has not increased whatsoever over the course of this month. In fact, I saw many more visitors in my first couple of days than I did at any other point in the month. I'm not too sad about this, as it's nice to have a small readership, but I'm a little bit disappointed. It would be nice if the joy of procrastination as I define it were to spread to more people. That is all for now.
Monday, October 5, 2009
The Cake is a Lie
This evening, I did something that completely goes against a classic American saying. Yes, I know, I'm a rebel.
Today, not only
Did I have my cake. No,
I also ate it.
Seriously, who thought of this saying? It is a bit ridiculous. If I have my cake, of course I'm going to eat it. Does the saying mean that you can have a cake but someone else will steal it from you? Or you can't have a cake but you can steal someone else's? That's such a cynical view of life. You can work so hard in life, and spend all of this time to get your cake, but never get a chance to eat it, always just an inch away from it?! Or, you can take the evil path of cake thievery, and steal what other people have worked so hard to accomplish? Damn these cake philosophers!
In other news, today is the 40th anniversary of the founding of the Pythons. No, not some band based on serpentes antics, but rather the comedy troupe of the Monty Pythons, those witty British people talked of in some of my posts and frequently quoted.
Today, not only
Did I have my cake. No,
I also ate it.
Seriously, who thought of this saying? It is a bit ridiculous. If I have my cake, of course I'm going to eat it. Does the saying mean that you can have a cake but someone else will steal it from you? Or you can't have a cake but you can steal someone else's? That's such a cynical view of life. You can work so hard in life, and spend all of this time to get your cake, but never get a chance to eat it, always just an inch away from it?! Or, you can take the evil path of cake thievery, and steal what other people have worked so hard to accomplish? Damn these cake philosophers!
In other news, today is the 40th anniversary of the founding of the Pythons. No, not some band based on serpentes antics, but rather the comedy troupe of the Monty Pythons, those witty British people talked of in some of my posts and frequently quoted.
Corporate Cattle Coalition
This will be a quick post, since I have lots to do today and am very very tired. Last night was the concert. It went swimmingly (minus the fact that one artist showed up late and we weren't even sure if the last was going to come until the last minute). I got to talk to Fabolous (who happens to be my favorite rapper), was saluted by him, had Mario's butt in my face while he was singing (offstage of course), rolled Trey Songz's turkey, and stole one of Trey's kitkats. All in all, a great show. Got back at 3 AM and went straight to bed after a 22 hour day. Which brings me to a basic haiku:
Twenty hour days
Are much more tolerable
When with CCC
CCC is the Cornell Concert Commission (I am sorry for those of you misled by the title... the business bovine meeting is down the hall) in charge of bringing most of the big-artists to the campus (Maroon 5 in a little more than a month now), and is an incredibly fun experience that all of my readership should partake in (well, all 4 of you). This post is really boring. I'll make a better one later this afternoon. Flabbergastation. I has a retired tired.
Twenty hour days
Are much more tolerable
When with CCC
CCC is the Cornell Concert Commission (I am sorry for those of you misled by the title... the business bovine meeting is down the hall) in charge of bringing most of the big-artists to the campus (Maroon 5 in a little more than a month now), and is an incredibly fun experience that all of my readership should partake in (well, all 4 of you). This post is really boring. I'll make a better one later this afternoon. Flabbergastation. I has a retired tired.
Sunday, October 4, 2009
EROTIC WRITING ENCLOSED WITHIN!
Now that I've got your attention...
As a continuation of this fine "something-I-don't-rememberabout-irony-and-medieval-romances Sunday" I will make yet another post (MUAHAHA!). So here's something I've realized after reading a good number of these stories:
Medieval authors
In modern day terms would be
Erotic writers
I'm not talking about if they lived today. Rather, I'm talking about how scandalous they would be if the ratio of scandalous-ness to year were scaled to today. Seriously, have you read Chaucer? Or Marie de France? It's ridiculous. This is not especially ironic a realization. I'm sorry for deceiving you. I'm tired though and you're lucky to have a post....
Look, a cliche! *runs away*
*returns*
Wait... I think I've done that one already... let me think.... LOOK! The Spanish Inquisition! No one ever expects them!!!!! *runs away*
As a continuation of this fine "something-I-don't-rememberabout-irony-and-medieval-romances Sunday" I will make yet another post (MUAHAHA!). So here's something I've realized after reading a good number of these stories:
Medieval authors
In modern day terms would be
Erotic writers
I'm not talking about if they lived today. Rather, I'm talking about how scandalous they would be if the ratio of scandalous-ness to year were scaled to today. Seriously, have you read Chaucer? Or Marie de France? It's ridiculous. This is not especially ironic a realization. I'm sorry for deceiving you. I'm tired though and you're lucky to have a post....
Look, a cliche! *runs away*
*returns*
Wait... I think I've done that one already... let me think.... LOOK! The Spanish Inquisition! No one ever expects them!!!!! *runs away*
It's [Insert Ridiculously Long Adjective] Sunday!
Today's Sunday (well technically it's Saturday, but by the time you read this it will be Sunday so shhhh)! And you know what this Sunday is! It's "Point-Out-Ironic-Things-that-are-to-be-Found-in-Medieval-Romances-that-back-then-may-have-been-usual-but-are-now-rather-funny-and-obsolete Sunday!" Well, technically it isn't. But it is to me! So here goes!
After reading many, many medieval romances for my medieval studies class, I have realized something rather ironic. I shall relay this to you in an epic! That's right, just like the medieval authors would write. However, my epic will consist of 2 haikus. They are connected, so don't get mixed up: It will not make sense with just one. And there is no secret code or double entendre from reading just one... (or is there?).
It's rather funny
That medieval knights were so
Obsessed with their "oaths"
And yet a ton of
Medieval romances are
About their affairs
I mean, c'mon. Here we have all of these knights. They swear oaths and take vows and all of that jazz, and if a knight gives you their word it's an incredibly important thing. It's as if they're taking an Unbreakable Vow in Harry Potter, except without the dying part. So here they are, bound to their lords, dishonored if they do anything at all that does not follow the oath. And yet, they are often involved in affairs while married, or involved in affairs with women already married. It just does not seem kosher.
And that's something ironic to point out on this fine day! I suggest you do the same in your daily conversations. Try to implement it somehow. For example, if someone is telling a story about politics, the manufacturing of cloth curtains, or their list of celebrities to kill-on-sight (*cough* Miley Cirus), say something along the lines of "oh! That reminds me of that time that Guigemar shot and killed the deer, but the arrow bounced back and hurt him. Wasn't that ironic?!" They will, of course, reply with something like "OMG! I know, rite?! Just like that time that Cruncchu spoke about his love that he was not allowed to speak about and then was threatened with death! Wasn't that ironic?!"
After reading many, many medieval romances for my medieval studies class, I have realized something rather ironic. I shall relay this to you in an epic! That's right, just like the medieval authors would write. However, my epic will consist of 2 haikus. They are connected, so don't get mixed up: It will not make sense with just one. And there is no secret code or double entendre from reading just one... (or is there?).
It's rather funny
That medieval knights were so
Obsessed with their "oaths"
And yet a ton of
Medieval romances are
About their affairs
I mean, c'mon. Here we have all of these knights. They swear oaths and take vows and all of that jazz, and if a knight gives you their word it's an incredibly important thing. It's as if they're taking an Unbreakable Vow in Harry Potter, except without the dying part. So here they are, bound to their lords, dishonored if they do anything at all that does not follow the oath. And yet, they are often involved in affairs while married, or involved in affairs with women already married. It just does not seem kosher.
And that's something ironic to point out on this fine day! I suggest you do the same in your daily conversations. Try to implement it somehow. For example, if someone is telling a story about politics, the manufacturing of cloth curtains, or their list of celebrities to kill-on-sight (*cough* Miley Cirus), say something along the lines of "oh! That reminds me of that time that Guigemar shot and killed the deer, but the arrow bounced back and hurt him. Wasn't that ironic?!" They will, of course, reply with something like "OMG! I know, rite?! Just like that time that Cruncchu spoke about his love that he was not allowed to speak about and then was threatened with death! Wasn't that ironic?!"
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