I had a post in mind, and I'm still going to do it but it involves some writing. I just don't have it in me today. I'm mired in critical theory and neck deep in Frankenstein. (See what I did there?) Frankenstein is an interesting thing. On the one hand, I'm deeply involved in it on the ripping good story level. Guy makes a guy, made guy runs amok, first guy suffers unspeakable tragedy and is tormented by anguish...very absorbing stuff. But still...Mary Shelley could have used an editor, and Percy was clearly not the editing type. I decided at around the seventh chapter to count the uses of the word "miserable" to describe everything from grief and anguish to poverty to atmospheric conditions, and I lost count at ten million. And I can suspend disbelief just as well as the next guy, but really...the monster goes from barely sentient to able to read and discuss "Paradise Lost" in like a year? I mean, he was in GERMANY, living next door to FRENCH PEOPLE...so wouldn't he have picked up some Goethe or Voltaire or something?
Now if that were the type of criticism called for, I'd be all set. My paper would be all "come on...you expect me to believe that this guy pieced together some dead body parts, and a year later, the resulting creature was able to find his way from Germany to Switzerland, and then he just HAPPENS TO FIND the guy's brother and figures out how to frame some poor girl for the murder?" But I'm afraid that I have to pick a school of critical thought and analyze the book using that approach. And that's all I have to say about that. I know there's a great deal of funny potential in the idea of a Marxist critique of Frankenstein, but at this moment, I'm too lazy to find and exploit it.
I'm watching MSNBC in the kitchen right now, while my children have their before-bed TV time in the family room next door. While I'm obviously no fan of the Republican leadership, I'm having a hard time summoning outrage over the email that was sent by Rep. Eric Cantor's staff, because the video is just too bleeping funny. "We fix the bleeping holes in the road so your car doesn't get bleeped up..." just about killed me. On the other hand, I have absolutely no problem summoning outrage over this bleeping bank mess. My absolutely favorite thing is when bank executives say that the money for the bonuses/company jets/Vegas vacations, etc., didn't come from taxpayer funds. Because to me, that means that they had the funds available to pay for the bonuses/jets/vacations, which means that they DIDN'T NEED the TARP money. Sometimes, it's just that simple.
Oh, and speaking of outrage? I'm looking at you, Whirlpool Corporation. That's another story that I just can't bring myself to write now, but do stay tuned. As a preview, just know that my official position re the Whirlpool Corporation may be filed under "On Like Donkey Kong".