Showing posts with label Sundays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sundays. Show all posts

Sunday, October 25, 2009

Field of Dreams

Well, it's the morning after my 100th post. I will be updating that vlog about once a week, so look for it around the beginning of the weekend. Not sure what to talk about now...

It is an absolutely beautiful day outside. Cold, but beautiful.

In a few minutes, I will be taking a trip to a cornfield maze. It's going to be absolutely epic. Now what can I talk about... I have absolutely no idea. I'm tired.

One never outgrows
Cornfield mazes or any
Fall-fun-kids-type-thing


Yes, it may seem a little childish, but cornfield mazes are amazing (no pun intended). It's strange how when people say "no pun intended" they usually do actually intend it. Or maybe that's just me. I always fine that inadvertent puns are more clever than regular ones. So that makes this one clever because it was not intended. Shhh. Back to the point!

Go to a maze, if you're old, you'll have fun, if you're young you'll have fun. Unless you have really bad memory... or if you're alone and happen to be running from a psycho killer (qu'est que cest?) in the middle of the night with no moon out. But even that might be fun, depending on what you're in to. They really should turn mazes into haunted house type things during Halloween. Silly farmers, who aren't actually real farmers, but still. It must take a lot to cut an entire cornfield into a maze. Or alot not to, if you're a farmer. I personally could never run a farm, I'd have to much fun running over things in a tractor.

This post was lame. I apologize. I'm tired. I'll post again later if I have time, and maybe I'll think of something funny.

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*

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?!"