Like a jumped up fool, now down I climb and I ain't gonna drag my feet no more

In which I rant for the fun of it.
In CC I was the unlucky soul to draw a comment card about two of these books I had to write a paper about. One of the books that I hated with vitriol usually reserved for Shakespeare. Now-I am usually a nice quiet likable little folkie in that class, not like, in conversation and once I'm in the cabin I act like that is some circle of safety---probably stupid on my part but I feel quite at home in that former residence of John Carpenter (*really*). I couldn't be expected to keep quiet about my hatred of this particuar book tho. It was super sucky it made me hate life and I have read more interesting bowls of unflavored egg noodles. So, the only possible action, when given the opportunity to say something about the book I went ahead and said something along the lines of:
If Eudora Welty and James Joyce were thrown into a blender with a bunch of architecture texts and then blended on puree it would've been more easily read than this. I felt stupid for missing out on why this was interesting and I felt angry for being made to read this but I in no way felt that this was important to my higher education. Given the choice I would sooner stab my eyes out with spoons than encoutner this book in any form again. God forgive me, but I dred the idea of ever ending up in Santa Fe for fear this book comes back to me in some form.
The professor responded:
You may recall that I specifically stated I didn't want opinion.
To which I replied:
And you will note I in no way referenced the fact that I would sooner have my tonsils removed without anasthesic than have another contact with this book.
Prof:
I wanted opinion.
Me:
But you didn't want that opinion, so I didn't give it. I might as well say that, I've already dug my grave so why not jump in.

That class reminds me of a political debate, only idealogically both parties are in concurrance but for some reason they are so unfond of each other it's painful.

Other rants---Walk the Line I want to think I will think it's awesome and a wonderful film but I am having trouble with the casting...Joquin Phoenix seems too small to be Johnny Cash and Reese Witherspoon doesn't have the amount of personality I attribute to June Carter.
The Daily Show almost made me choke on Jell-O more than once today. I heart Jon Stewart...and political satire makes everyday brighter...but isn't Lewis Black usually on Tuesdays?
I'm going to do something with political protest songs for some project. There aren't a lot of protest songs being written about the unfortunate situation I can think of:
Downtown Baghdad Blus
Conservative Christian Right Wing Republican....
The Revolution Starts Now
something off Rodney Crowell's new CD
Smarter Than Me
I Miss Ronald Reagan
something on Devils and Dust I think
uhhhh....I am pretty sure I had more than that on the ride home
no idea what I'll have to say about this but it should be interesting anyway---if only from an onanistic standpoint. most everything I do is as such.

"Then for the final we have to write a 10-15 page memoir."
"Wow, that would be a dream class I can talk about myself for days."
"We know."
"You know as I was saying that I was really hoping you weren't in earshot."

Into conversation it should be incorporated the phrase-"the hoi frickin poloi"
Oh that Stephen Colbert!

(is that 4 pages? maybe you could add illustrations...my hatred of that book in the beginning of the rant is pretty controversial as I was the only one to state that I would rather eat brussels sprouts than read that piece of crap everyone else was nice---I ain't never been nice...I'm a rebel that way.)