Inert Matter

Okay, okay...I know I promised my next post would be on the Poetics, but I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint my 'millions' of readers...heh :D Actually, I intended to write that post as part of my revision for my drama exam, but the exam has passed and I never got around to it.

Generally however, Poetics doesn't really tickle my fancy. I'm not denying credit where it's due though, it still gets kudos for being the first critique of drama, and Aristotle did raise some very good points. But then again there are also points that have been ridiculously misinterpreted and I simply cannot wrap my head around how and why the whole thing has virtually been sanctified and obediently followed for as long as it has. Nope, don't get it.

Maybe if I'm still rajin I'll eventually get round to going a little further into this. But for now, I want to enjoy my break. Short semester is over and I've got a couple of weeks to either breathe or drown, depends how you look at it. For the most part, I'm still trying to digest the past couple of months, so I don't have much else to say on that front.

On another note, have I mentioned how much I love the Supernatural fandom? I have right? Just in case I haven't, let me state for the record that I love the Supernatural fandom and all it's ridiculousness and batshit craziness and obsessiveness and ....ok I'm sure you get the picture. Let me just clarify that I'm talking about the fandom here, not even the show yet :) I would list down some exquisite examples of the insanity that Supernatural can provoke in it's fans, but I'm afraid I would scare you. So I'll just leave it at that.