Journal Activity #8

Journal Activity #7

A Guide To Good TV

Today, I would like to speak to you about a TV show that I have been a fan favourite of, for many years. It wasn't a TV series that I particularly enjoyed when it first came on the air, because of its stylistic elements, it has a documentary type feel that took some adjusting too, but when mixed with comedy and a fantastic cast, how can you go wrong?

If you haven't guessed already, I'm talking about "The Office" which has been broadcasted by NBC for the past 8 years, and is current working through its 9th, and sadly, final year. The Office is about the daily lives of a dozen people who work for a paper supply company, based out of Scranton, Pennsylvania. Now, you might think umm.. a 9 season series about a boring paper company? Ill pass. You'll regret it! With a Boss that has no boundaries, an "Assistant to the Regional Manager" who lives on a Beet Farm, and who has a vast knowledge of bears, and the cute receptionist at the front desk, 

can you ask for a better show?

Steve Carrell plays Michael Scott, the Regional Manager of Dunder Mifflin Scranton branch. If you do not like Steve Carrell, then you don't know comedy, simple as that. Unfortunately, for personal reasons, Steve had to leave the show after season 7, and as his character held the bulk of the comedy, it had to be passed along to someone else. John Krasinski and Rainn Wilson to full control of that right away. They play to roles of Jim Halpert, and Dwight Schrute, two salesman at the branch. If I was working in this office I assure you I would get absolutely no work done with these two around. They spend all day playing pranks on each other, and I cant stop laughing. Just watch this !

If you don't believe me, IMDB.com gives "The Office" an 8.9/10.
I give it a 10/10. This is my review, and I can!
If you don't believe me or the professionals, check it out for yourself, 10:30 tonight on NBC. 

Journal Entry #6

Shy Girl 

Wont show her

 face, Sexy girl dressed

 in lace, sad girl she'll 

blow her sorrow

Atractive

 Girl, The guys will 

follow Bully Girl She Is a 

sin Weak Girl, She will not Win

Lonely Girl All on her own Chatty Girl

 On the Phone Suicide Girl, she wont be

 here tomorrow Emo Girl, With a heart thats 

Hollow Scared Girl No Where to HideNaughty Girl 

The one that Lied Adventurous girl, who's out and about

Victim Girl, who wont go out Phsyco girl she fell Off the Swing

Slutty Girl, who had the one night Fling Depressed Girl so empty inside

Lazy Girl          The one

 that                 Sighed

                                                                           Normal                Girl 

                                                                Maybe            Tomorrow.. 

This is My Version of a spatial Poem. I used the Poem "Normal Girl" by Ruby Coll. I did my best job I could to put this poem into the form of the classic female sign, that you would see, perhaps, on the door of a female washroom. 

Journal Activity #5

Journal Activity #5

http://100.best-poems.net/former-life.html

A Former Life

by Charles Baudelaire

LONG since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,
By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,
Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows,
Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.

The rolling surge that mirrored all the skies
Mingled its music, turbulent and rich,
Solemn and mystic, with the colours which
The setting sun reflected in my eyes.

And there I lived amid voluptuous calms,
In splendours of blue sky and wandering wave,
Tended by many a naked, perfumed slave,

Who fanned my languid brow with waving palms.
They were my slaves--the only care they had
To know what secret grief had made me sad.

LONG since, I lived beneath vast porticoes,
By many ocean-sunsets tinged and fired,
Where mighty pillars, in majestic rows,
Seemed like basaltic caves when day expired.

The rolling surge that mirrored all the skies
Mingled its music, turbulent and rich,
Solemn and mystic, with the colours which
The setting sun reflected in my eyes.

And there I lived amid voluptuous calms,
In splendours of blue sky and wandering wave,
Tended by many a naked, perfumed slave,

Who fanned my languid brow with waving palms.
They were my slaves--the only care they had
To know what secret grief had made me sad.