19 Oct 2006
So stop pretending it is. If you’re going to try and slip it past heuristics (machine or me) by including human humour, how about just trying it once. Your humour will not slip past me because I find it more amusing on twenty-seventh reading. My default moderate action is delete all, then approve if it looks human (and then I check to see if it actually makes sense). I’ve thus-far refrained from using Akismet, but think I’m probably producing more false-positives than it would. Then again, absolutely nothing is getting through that shouldn’t, so in a way that’s a good thing.
Not in the mood for jokes, today, especially where they’re jokes unleashed upon the world by the rotting claws of rats resting upon keyboards.
I know I bitch about this every few months, but that’s because it hasn’t gone away yet. And because I get to dance a small victory, because it hasn’t become effective yet, either. Propulsion by small things.
19 Oct 2006
Is that there’s too much bloody writing saying not enough. Extrapolate this.
19 Oct 2006
I feel like I’m making stuff up, and that this is a load of rubbish that has very little bearing on intended (or realised) meaning. But it doesn’t do well to tell someone that their discipline (linguistic analysis, it seems) masqurading as English is completely unhelpful and generally full of crap. This feels so much like “close textual referencing” in the Advanced HSC course. Extension was sensible and was far more concerned with the context and comprehension of a text… this, I suppose, pretends to touch on comprehension but in practice seems to be far more about composition without any regard for context. Yet, somehow, we’re not meant to argue against the grain. This sorcery is enough to make me want to abandon the subject altogether — the subject of this analysis is a dead horse, and I am neither a jockey nor a necromancer. Still to conjure: several hundred words. Why? About what? There is nothing useful here! Empty parallels and distinctions have no bearing on meaning or characterisation! If it only asked for a contrast between the two, that would be fine. The idea that grammatical analysis makes a (meaningful) contribution to this particular excerpt is, at best, farcical. And I am venting here so hopefully I do so less in the essay proper. I so don’t get this subject.
Later: Well, the fiction is over. I don’t want to think about the exam, though at least that is limited in the scope of rubbish expected. I’m having one of those I-really-want-to-take-a-semester-off/drop uni nights.
19 Oct 2006
How is this going to get any better? No longer running over a whiteboard because there’s not that much content to go around. I don’t even like the idea of this, everything was just founded upon some presupposition that things were meant to be easier than they are. Which they aren’t. So it wasn’t. So I’m wrong. And its midday. I’m getting sunburnt whilst typing.
Can’t. Win. This. Week.
Pick the real clause. One of them is, I think. Whatever. Just over it.
Not even afraid of getting it wrong because I already have and it doesn’t seem to make anything perceptibly worse. Now it’s just broken things strewn everywhere. The wreckage of now.
(WordPress, sometimes it just seems wrong to tick a box)
18 Oct 2006
They don’t jam, they emo. Only without the emotion.
– Erin