![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Laura and Sophie, those pestilential, squeaking teenage menaces, have escaped elimination on Nashville Star yet again. I can only surmise that the underage half of the duo has been blowing the producers in the production truck and offering them the delights of her virgin ass. There can be no other reasonable explanation for their continued success and the elimination of vastly superior groups.
Well, actually, yes, there is: Old-fashioned, American sadism. Maybe the mouth-breathing American public votes them through every week because they fight like polecats in heat faced with the last polecat dong for a thousand miles. Their friendship is imploding on national television, and though any decent individual would vote them off in a bid to spare them further turmoil, the gestalt known as The American Public is not decent. It's sadistic and ravenous and eager to watch others' pain at a safe remove. What else can explain the allure of shows like The Jerry Springer Show and The Baby Borrowers(Though in the interest of full disclosure, I think the latter is a marvelous vehicle for the promotion of birth control.)?
So, The American Public, sensing entertainment and blood in the water, will vote these grating pips through until the emotional upheaval no longer makes them feel sticky in their underpants.
Laura and Sophie and Shawn Mayer should be in the bottom two next week, but I've a sneaking suspicion that it'll be Shawn Mayer and Coffey instead. John Rich is hellbent on seeing both of them gone, and he's had a boner against Coffey since the first week. "You're too much hype and not enough pipes. You're too pop. You don't belong here." If that's how you feel, John, then why select Coffey to be on the show in the first place? The judges chose the contestants if I recall.
John Rich is abrasive, haughty, and blunt to the point of douchery, and if I were a contestant forced to choose a mentor, I'd rather have Jeffrey Steele, who tempers his honesty with encouragement, but he is also right most of the time. Shawn Mayer doesn't have what it takes to win, and Laura and Sophie are too young and unprepared for the demands of show business and the rigors of the road. One of them should be gone next week, dammit.
I haven't listened to either Reise, Reise or Rosenrot yet because I can't bring myself to remove Mutter from the CD player, but I have them. I also have two new German workbooks. One is a comprehensive overview and review of the language, and the other is a preposition workbook. Yes, German prepositions are complicated enough to warrant their own workbook, and if you don't master them, they will gleefully ruin your chances of not sounding like a slavering moron with a tourist's dictionary every time you open your cakehole. You can conjugate verbs in every tense like a virtuoso, and you will still be fucked like a Berlin whore with no lube if you don't remember if "mit" requires the dative or accusative ending. Prepositions single-handedly borked my attempts to write complex essays auf Deutsch and brought my progress in the language to a grinding, pathetic halt.
My interest in the language would have remained dead if I hadn't discovered Rammstein. In fact, I was on the verge of dropping the German half of my major just to end the pain of being kept from graduation by a single grammar course. But I've been reinvigorated, reminded of how awesome the language can be, and I'm determined to bring prepositions to heel. I'm going to put myself through the paces in the summer and fall, and if I can make progress, I'm going to take that last course in the spring. Booyah, bitches.
I've done the first two chapters, which are simple greetings, questions, statements, and definite/indefinite article exercises. So far, I've scored 100% on all sections.
But the prepositions are waiting.
Well, actually, yes, there is: Old-fashioned, American sadism. Maybe the mouth-breathing American public votes them through every week because they fight like polecats in heat faced with the last polecat dong for a thousand miles. Their friendship is imploding on national television, and though any decent individual would vote them off in a bid to spare them further turmoil, the gestalt known as The American Public is not decent. It's sadistic and ravenous and eager to watch others' pain at a safe remove. What else can explain the allure of shows like The Jerry Springer Show and The Baby Borrowers(Though in the interest of full disclosure, I think the latter is a marvelous vehicle for the promotion of birth control.)?
So, The American Public, sensing entertainment and blood in the water, will vote these grating pips through until the emotional upheaval no longer makes them feel sticky in their underpants.
Laura and Sophie and Shawn Mayer should be in the bottom two next week, but I've a sneaking suspicion that it'll be Shawn Mayer and Coffey instead. John Rich is hellbent on seeing both of them gone, and he's had a boner against Coffey since the first week. "You're too much hype and not enough pipes. You're too pop. You don't belong here." If that's how you feel, John, then why select Coffey to be on the show in the first place? The judges chose the contestants if I recall.
John Rich is abrasive, haughty, and blunt to the point of douchery, and if I were a contestant forced to choose a mentor, I'd rather have Jeffrey Steele, who tempers his honesty with encouragement, but he is also right most of the time. Shawn Mayer doesn't have what it takes to win, and Laura and Sophie are too young and unprepared for the demands of show business and the rigors of the road. One of them should be gone next week, dammit.
I haven't listened to either Reise, Reise or Rosenrot yet because I can't bring myself to remove Mutter from the CD player, but I have them. I also have two new German workbooks. One is a comprehensive overview and review of the language, and the other is a preposition workbook. Yes, German prepositions are complicated enough to warrant their own workbook, and if you don't master them, they will gleefully ruin your chances of not sounding like a slavering moron with a tourist's dictionary every time you open your cakehole. You can conjugate verbs in every tense like a virtuoso, and you will still be fucked like a Berlin whore with no lube if you don't remember if "mit" requires the dative or accusative ending. Prepositions single-handedly borked my attempts to write complex essays auf Deutsch and brought my progress in the language to a grinding, pathetic halt.
My interest in the language would have remained dead if I hadn't discovered Rammstein. In fact, I was on the verge of dropping the German half of my major just to end the pain of being kept from graduation by a single grammar course. But I've been reinvigorated, reminded of how awesome the language can be, and I'm determined to bring prepositions to heel. I'm going to put myself through the paces in the summer and fall, and if I can make progress, I'm going to take that last course in the spring. Booyah, bitches.
I've done the first two chapters, which are simple greetings, questions, statements, and definite/indefinite article exercises. So far, I've scored 100% on all sections.
But the prepositions are waiting.
Tags: