Long time...

I'm working on making this a daily affair. I never really liked to write in my actual journal daily, but I would do "catch up" entries that would be pages... pages of illegible crap about the girl that I liked or the dumb crap happening at school. I regret not writing about my feelings. I will attempt a more emotionally charged approach.

I'm told I am quite opinionated, I suppose that's a good thing. My wife thinks I'm gonna die an early death thanks to how excited I can get at little things. For example, Shakespeare, I HATE Shakespeare! What a tiring form of entertainment. Iambic pentameter... really!?! The constant back and forth of love triangles that are hard to identify with because they go on for years! Maybe it was harder to "hook up" back then so if you found someone with all their own teeth maybe you would want to invest a large portion of your life (2yrs = 10% of the average life span for some of those people) trying to land that catch.

As for his popularity, I blame the plague. Think about it, would you go stand in the mud next to a urinating goat or whatever to watch some people prance around a stage speaking lines you might not be able to hear over the rest of the crowd... I would, but only if the alternative was sitting at home in my filthy shack awaiting death by consumption or the like.

Lastly, Shakespeare being "timeless" in the sense that his plays can be performed in any time period (my High School did The Two Gentlemen of Verona, or maybe The Merchant of Venice in 70's disco style) doesn't showcase his talent, I would say it points out his lack of talent! Now, it was a clever twist to **Spoiler alert** leave Shylock with the conundrum of only being able to take a pound of flesh if he did not also spill blood (which could be done mind you). Sorry, where was I... Oh, talentless, he doesn't bother with a time setting like "long ago" or "in the year..." but does that mean any story that lacks a time setting is timeless... I think not.

This rant is one that reared its ugly head while my wife was trying to peacefully watch A Midsummer Night's Dream. There is a scene where some Nymph is telling how she got to where she was or how tired she was (that part of my brain instantly died for having listened) by giving a long list of the things she had traveled over, or under, or across, or around, or through, and the list just kept going on and on and on... How about, "dang I'm tired" done, move on!

Remember, just because these are my opinions do not make them correct, however, in this case they ARE correct.