glory

i wish i could have bought liston this shirt




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important

the english theory club cannot meet every week at this time.

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book chapter ideas

college life

pirate vs ninja vs viking

meta

love

recipies of sorrow





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Fireside iChat

we need to have a talk. oh, dont worry, you arent in any trouble... yet.

have a seat.

comfortable? good

shall we begin?

when we had lasts nights meeting we seemed to....... get off topic. thats ok, i expect that. but what bothered me is how some of you felt you had to fragment away from the group to get your thoughts in. this is not the berkian parlor at all, at alllll. lets try to maintain one solid group filled with idea sharing and awesometude.

and thats all i have to say...

you may go play now



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Slop Lit

So I was drinking root beer the other night, and this idea popped into my head. Why not try to start a new literary movement?

So I just started planning.

I came up with this plan and all this other crap too, and it's all explained here. I think it would be great to get some people from the ETC involved in this project.

chronicles part 2

Im only putting this up because someone asked me to

The FJ grew complacent with his deeds and did not notice the squall brewing (epically) on the horizon.

You must, my children, understand that for every force of good there is an evil. When The FJ crafted the notion of protagonist he unknowingly formed the ANTAGONIST.


This force of great logistical harm was known only as The Elder. He was a monster so large and ominous that his own shadow obscured his visage. He was the colossus. He came raining down his rage upon The FJ screaming horrible slurs and ignorance

“WOMEN SHOULD NOT BE IN ENGLISHS CLASSES AS THEY CANNOT GRASP IT!”
“SHAKESPEARE IS THE ONLY WRITING OF WORTH TO EVER OCCUR!!!”

Such could be heard throughout the land.


The FJ stood his ground and made no attacks against The Elder. The Elder, seeing The FJ’s inaction as weakness and lit upon him like fire to a buttered midget. His mighty spiked war club landed blow after blow and shook the very cosmos by its foundation. When he had tired and the dust cloud had dissipated, The FJ stood unharmed smirking.

The Elder was distraught

“BUT HOW IS THIS POSSIBLE?” Thundered the great shadow, “ I know my strikes were true”

“Well yes,” said The FJ smiling radiantly “but don’t you see you’ve only been hitting me with a wad of worms?”

“What?” began the titan bur he was cut short. As he looked to his weapon he saw that it had been replaced. Transformed into indeed a wad of worms.

The FJ, in his cunning, had reassigned the very words themselves thus changing the sign for the symbol.


“Now,” quoth The FJ, “don’t you think its time you retire?”

With his tenure spent, The Elder exploded into a pile of bones and books.

not liking the mess, The FJ set to work and created Mark the Lord of Language and CAPS LOCK.

"R.A. SALVATORE IS THE GREATEST AUTHOR EVER! I HATE OL' BILLY SHAKES! LETS PLAY KATAMARI DAMCHI!" cried forth the infant

The FJ immediatly regretted his dicision



~Mark out~

Goat's Blood.

Perhaps this should be included in the group's constitution/mission statement.

I think it encapsulates the spirit of the English Theory Club quite nicely.

THE CHRONICLES PART 1

i am bored, so gather round as i tell you the tell of our origins

in the beginning, there was only The FJ. He reclined in the darkness of chaos and grew weary.
"tsk, this is really boring," quoth he, "i think ill invent plot so that i may be amused."
and so he did. with his great finger he scrated in the cosmos a glowing and nebulous upside-down check mark.
"this shall be the model... though it shall not be the law." said The FJ, his voice thundering through the nothingness. and so it was that the symbol he created began to shift. sometimes the rising action was very short and sometimes it took up nearly the entire thing... other times there were several points to the checkmark, and sometimes none at all. for a great while The FJ was pleased with what he had created but soon he became weary with it.
"perhaps," quoth The FJ, "i shall make language... yes a series of collected sounds my mouth can make..."
and so it was. at first language was free and untamed. it was a wild and toothy beast. The FJ slightly annoyed scolded the beast "You need to act a little more professional." and reigned the fanged monster in with a creation called "mechanics"

mechanics, the great eyed paperclip sprung forth and cut deep jagged red, and green lines into language. Language fought hard for its freedom, but in the end it could only submit. once the beast was down, The FJ laid his gentle hands on Language's 6,900 heads and bound it further by crafting a sign for every symbol.


~Mark out~

writefight part II

i posted about this before, but that was along time ago and more people are aware of this blog now. go to writefight. it beats snorting coke off of men's rooms toilet lids.

http://www.writefight.org/

on the meeting

nice meeting guys.

we got off track 19 times but thats ok. i think the year will be off to a good start.

now remember, we shall meet same place same time every other thursday

~Mark out~

Doing What You Love

This Paul Graham article on doing what you love is worth a read. It's a little long, though.


A line I liked, from the notes: "The reason the young care so much about prestige is that the people they want to impress are not very discerning." (I'd include me among "the young" in that statement, though some days lately I'm feeling pretty old.) There were several other good ones . . .

Doing What You Love

This Paul Graham article on doing what you love is worth a read. It's a little long, though.

A line I liked, from the notes: "The reason the young care so much about prestige is that the people they want to impress are not very discerning." There were several other good ones . . .