Thursday, 14 June 2012

The Eleventh Hour of Lectures

It's really quite satisfying that the "eleventh" lecture will be my second last post, just as eleven is the second last hour, but I'm also writing this in the eleventh hour in terms of the time frame to hand this bad boy blog right on in.

I've become too excited however, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I don't want to look at more lectures slides. It's always been that slides are looked at twice, once being explained by the person who wrote them and once to cram them back in to your brain for an exam. This blog has messed up the way of things, and it is disturbing me. I don't want to revisit, review, reconstitute this crap. It's just not cricket, and it certainly isn't croquet. I've been curled up, coughing up phlegm (great word) from the depths of two scum-ridden lungs feeling sorry for myself, and telling everyone to get out of the way because I got sick and therefore have reason to be irate for at least 4 hours this morning.
I open my laptop and try to start this abysmally worthless time-wasting activity with a renewed sense of pleasantness and a fresh and pine-scented outlook on life but I open up the lecture notes and Mr Ross Coulthart starts tearing down my façade of calm. The more I stare at his lop-sided, varying-sized eyes the more his smile creeps me out. I swear I saw him tell me he wants me to fail at whatever I do for the rest of my life. Maybe I deserve it, I don't know. My mind isn't clear enough to tell right now, all I know is that he looks like an Orc from Lord of the Rings when you stare for long enough. Let me go have a shower, make a coffee and eat a Berocca. Then I'll get back to you.

That's better, I think. I still can't tell. Ross doesn't look so Orc-ish anymore, so maybe it worked.

Right.

Investigative Journalism. What amazing insight will you give me that I won't throw away with the garbage of my mind and that rotten apple I chose not to eat? Will you offer anything but a plethora of dime-a-dozen quotes and a handful of laughable definitions that may or may not be examined but are in no way other than that useful? Mayhaps you won't include a jazzy list of things that are alike, and haven't colour coded them so they're easier to remember. Let me check.

Alright so maybe I shouldn't have been so naive and hopeful. But still, I checked out all the slides, sifting for something I could write about or something I could use to build a nice little rant, but alas my search came up dry. The only thing is the Star Wars reference, and if you, avid and devout reader are a fan of Star Wars, check these out:



Pretty cool if you ask me.

If you want to learn about Investigative Journalism, don't come to read here. If you're interested in those photos, find the rest here: http://thechive.com/2012/04/23/a-few-rare-photos-on-the-set-of-the-only-star-wars-movies-that-matter-43-photos/

Jahasra, and goodnight.

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