How goes it, oh faithful blogwatchers? Okay, a quick confession I've been meaning to make: every time I've ever said that on this blog, or something akin to that (like "oh blogophiles" or something), I've actually gotten it from those Waldo books we all used to read. Remember how Waldo would always dictate this monologue in the beginning, that usually started off with "Hey, Waldo-Watchers"? So yeah, that's where I got it from. It's been devouring my writerly insides to use such phrasing without citing the original inspiration, so there you have it. Martin Handford was a genius.
Anyway, on a less upbeat note, finals week is once again upon me, like a ravenous beast of prey, keratinous spines bared. Somewhere in the hallowed archives of this blog, I wrote some kind of treatise on surviving finals week. There was something about time management, and a whole lot of general motivational talk meant for inspiring masses, preferably downtrodden.
A fat lot of good it's doing me. Behold my roll call of nightmares:
Document Design -- I have to design an entire newsletter. And not just one eight-and-a-half-by-eleven with like, columns. No, this is a multi-paged, front-and-back, foldable affair, that actually needs to look like a REAL newsletter. There goes my acute phobia of the real, again. Anyone know the name of the condition? Verephobia, perhaps?
Argument -- 10 page paper, on whether or not creative writing can be taught. Can we say "topical"? I've kind of hit this sort of Zen regarding papers, now; a one-page paper and a ten-page paper occupy the same amount of memory in the hard drive that is my brain. The fact remains that a paper must be written, and I must now stare down a blank Microsoft Word document once more...my nemesis. It's given me a greater appreciation for my more whimsical writings, however, which I suppose is a good thing.
Magazine Writing -- A paper on sexuality in a journal of fantasy and science fiction as it evolved over the years. Fantasy and sci-fi here makes this assignment less painless than others I could mention, but there's an unsettling feeling about mixing my sacred genres with more mundane elements. I mean, don't get me wrong, sexuality in that stuff is absolutely fine, but it's the act of "let's look at sexuality as it evolved" that's rough going. I like to think that eldritch stuff is accessed via imagination, and then I have to go and kick in the door with my cold, serpentine logic. I apologize, Muses.
And then there's a calc final to worry about, but tests are tests, and I'll analyze that foe's tactics when the battle draws near.
Otherwise, though, I've got to keep a bead on my senior thesis project, Nytethorn. He's a tricky fellow.
And remember, o watchful blog-dwellers (heh), questions are welcomed as always. Don't be bashful, now. I've got all these dryly witty responses, waiting to be handed out.
