*cue: funk*
Wow. What a ka-razy two weeks. Let's go over it, shall we?
Competition wasn't so good. We gave the perfomance of our lives, but due to a certain gryphon, among other things, we didn't go on. I was amazing unphased by it - I was so proud of our ensemble that it didn't really matter.
Oh, and kicking the fucking shit out of our stage car felt awesome.
The one good thing that came out of it, apart from better friendships with those involved, was the ability to direct more time into ol' Sweeney Todd. In addition to playing Fornicate with my voice, competition hadn't given me much time to rehearse for what will be a much-needing-rehearse...dealie...yeah.
When I think back, there's a huge blur from last week to now. I think I hung out with the Rapist and some others on the half-day, and that was not without its' charm. Other than that, it was a pretty boring week.
Cut to today, with its' totally in-your-face-check-this-shit-out-Mike aciton. Now, as some of you may or may not know, the "I plead the first..." link to your left is a link to my FictionPress account. FictionPress is a writing community that I've been regretfully inactive in, but every once in a while I post whatever I don't think is pure shit on it. On top of that, whenever I need to use an piece of writing for whatever, and I'm too lazy to write something new, I'll reach back into the ol' FictionPress vault and pull out a shiny nugget of writing goodness. Such an occurance happened for the recent school newspaper edition.
I wanted something funny with my name on it. I used my "Protesters Are Not People" satire (though the title was changed to "Protester Problem"). Unfortunately, my brand of humor has been labelled "cruel" and "too serious", but did I listen? Of course not. I'm much to confident in the human race to "get it" than to take me seriously. Was I right?
No.
I will say this - many people (mostly people I knew) got it, and found it funny. Others who I somewhat knew or had never spoken to told me it was funny. However, when you hear about teachers bitching about it to their classes, and, in one case, having their entire class read it and tell if I was kidding or not is a little disconcerting. And a little annoying.
I mean, as an educated people, aren't teachers required to be, y'know, not so ignorant that they don't understand good satire. I can understand if they don't find it funny. I can even understand if they think it is inappropriate (I'd probably agree). However, when they don't get it, and take me seriously on a subject that is so ridiculous and fantastic that I would have to be taking many drugs and suffering from many mental disabilities to actually be serious. Things such as this really piss me off.
Anywho, I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I've got my defense all planned out:
"The protesters did it."
-myke!
P.S. - Take the test and see if I'm a fucking asshole: read my satire! (Unfortanetly, this isn't the edited/changed version, but the original six month old version. But it gets the point across):
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1698792
Competition wasn't so good. We gave the perfomance of our lives, but due to a certain gryphon, among other things, we didn't go on. I was amazing unphased by it - I was so proud of our ensemble that it didn't really matter.
Oh, and kicking the fucking shit out of our stage car felt awesome.
The one good thing that came out of it, apart from better friendships with those involved, was the ability to direct more time into ol' Sweeney Todd. In addition to playing Fornicate with my voice, competition hadn't given me much time to rehearse for what will be a much-needing-rehearse...dealie...yeah.
When I think back, there's a huge blur from last week to now. I think I hung out with the Rapist and some others on the half-day, and that was not without its' charm. Other than that, it was a pretty boring week.
Cut to today, with its' totally in-your-face-check-this-shit-out-Mike aciton. Now, as some of you may or may not know, the "I plead the first..." link to your left is a link to my FictionPress account. FictionPress is a writing community that I've been regretfully inactive in, but every once in a while I post whatever I don't think is pure shit on it. On top of that, whenever I need to use an piece of writing for whatever, and I'm too lazy to write something new, I'll reach back into the ol' FictionPress vault and pull out a shiny nugget of writing goodness. Such an occurance happened for the recent school newspaper edition.
I wanted something funny with my name on it. I used my "Protesters Are Not People" satire (though the title was changed to "Protester Problem"). Unfortunately, my brand of humor has been labelled "cruel" and "too serious", but did I listen? Of course not. I'm much to confident in the human race to "get it" than to take me seriously. Was I right?
No.
I will say this - many people (mostly people I knew) got it, and found it funny. Others who I somewhat knew or had never spoken to told me it was funny. However, when you hear about teachers bitching about it to their classes, and, in one case, having their entire class read it and tell if I was kidding or not is a little disconcerting. And a little annoying.
I mean, as an educated people, aren't teachers required to be, y'know, not so ignorant that they don't understand good satire. I can understand if they don't find it funny. I can even understand if they think it is inappropriate (I'd probably agree). However, when they don't get it, and take me seriously on a subject that is so ridiculous and fantastic that I would have to be taking many drugs and suffering from many mental disabilities to actually be serious. Things such as this really piss me off.
Anywho, I'm looking forward to tomorrow. I've got my defense all planned out:
"The protesters did it."
-myke!
P.S. - Take the test and see if I'm a fucking asshole: read my satire! (Unfortanetly, this isn't the edited/changed version, but the original six month old version. But it gets the point across):
http://www.fictionpress.com/read.php?storyid=1698792