October 17, 2003
English Lit Presentations . . . Yay
Wow. The presentation by today's English Lit group was extremely . . . special. Extremely. I was greeted at the door to the little theater by a demon woman. Her garb complete with red and black robes, horned headgear, and a plastic pitchfork in the classic Luciferian style.
It would bore you to hear the entirety of their presentation, point by point, written here. The most amusing thing was the apparent mix-up of Helen of Troy with Scarlett O'Hara. Helen comes in wearing a silky, red dress (which could have been Scarlett's with the mere addition of a five-foot radius to the skirt) and stands around looking like Helen of Troy . . . I guess. I wouldn't know for sure, but if that face launched a thousand ships they must have been fairly small in addition to teetering precariously on the brink of a waterfall already.
I'm sorry, that was mean. I'm not trying to say she was ugly . . . I just felt the need to insert some comment along those lines, for my own amusement. In any case, as soon as Helen opened her mouth I learned something very interesting about Ancient Greek accents. Apparently they are shockingly similar to that of the Southern belle. *Files that piece of trivia away for later* Seriously, I have never heard an imitation of Scarlett pulled off that effectively. It was put on, obviously, but she did a good job of putting it on . . . painfully good.
Another highlight was the intermission. We were each handed a sheet of paper numbered with songs 1-7 and a blank space next to each number. They played clips of seven songs and we had to match which song went to which of the seven deadly sins. I have no idea what songs 3-5 were. I had never heard them before, and could barely understand the lyrics. The first song was Weird Al's "Frank's 2000-inch TV" . . . obviously Envy. The second was the Chipmunk version of "Twelve Days of Christmas" . . . I attached that to Covetousness. *shrug* The sixth was "Lollipop," which caused me thirty seconds of extreme pain, and was obviously attached to gluttony. The last song was "Then I Got High," if that is, in fact, the title. A definite case of Sloth . . . although I think the singer has issues that reach beyond the limitations of what counted as a deadly sin during the sheltered Middle Ages.
Well, that's all that's important about today . . . so far, anyway. And you still shouldn't be expecting to hear from me for the next four and a half days! Remember, I have a break to take!