How My Opinions On TV Shows Have Changed (And How They Haven’t)

Hey there, blogger buddies!

In my post The Trouble With Sequels~Featuring Why I Don’t Typically Like TV Shows, I expressed my disdain for TV shows as a species. I’m sure I have mentioned it in other posts as well.

But as you may have noticed, I also spend a lot of time telling you of my undying love for several TV shows…my inconsistency is…well, it’s something.

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Reflections On Cynicism~ In Which A Sponge Shares Her Safety Blanket With The World

Hello, my friends!

It’s time for another Deep Philosophical Ramble about what is going on in this sponge-brain of mine. Today I will be rambling about my problems with cynicism and pessimism and and how these things effect my view of life. And of course this will all relate to stories eventually because obviously everything does.

I consider myself to be a cynic. I have considered myself to be a cynic for pretty much as long as I can remember. At times I have taken pride in it, and at times I have been mildly annoyed by it. But in any event, it’s become a part of who I am. Continue reading

The Trouble With Sequels~Featuring Why I Don’t Typically Like TV Shows

Good day, chums!

Today I am going to be rambling about how sick I am of sequels, why sequels are finicky beasts to begin with, and why this ties into the fact that I don’t like TV shows as a species.

As you can tell, the tone of this post is probably going to be rather negative. But never fear! If it gets too depressing you can stop whenever you wish and go find yourself a muffin. Just make sure it’s not poisoned before you eat it.

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The Shadow Proves The Sunshine~In Which I Ramble About Why Perfect Worlds Are Boring And Why We Need Darkness In Stories

Salutations, fellow citizens of earth! (If you don’t live on earth, salutations anyway!) I am excited that you are here, and I hope you are ready to be bombarded with words by an overly zealous sponge.

Today we are going to talk about my favourite thing: STORIES

(I mean, that’s practically all we talk about, but hey, this is my blog so I can do what I want.) Continue reading

How Do Stories Get Told? And What Is A Story Anyway? (A Very Informative Ramble Written By A Very Informed Sponge)

Greetings, my friends! There is something big and scary coming around the corner that is most likely school related, but I am going to ignore that and write a blog post instead.

I was having an awesome conversation with Annie Xia @ Zoelogist about book formats and structures, and I realized I had quite a bit to say. Naturally I concluded that I should write a blog post about it. Hence, this mass of unintelligible rambling was born. Continue reading

An Ode to Stories

booksHello, world.

I am a small, persnickety creature, and my purpose in life is stories.

I read stories.

I write stories.

I listen to stories.

I watch stories.

I sing stories.

I rip stories apart.

Stories rip me apart.

If stories did not exist, neither would I.

Stories are a quintessential element of life. They are all around us. They make up everything that we see. Every person has one. In fact every person is a walking, breathing story all of their own.  (This of course, is called non-fiction and it is generally very, very boring.)

But fear not! This blog is primarily dedicated to what is called fiction. Fiction supposedly means “stuff that did not really happen,” but anyone who enjoys fiction to any degree knows that this is a lie. If fiction is not real, that means hobbits are not real and I refuse to believe that.

As a being whose sole interest is to consume vast amounts of good stories, I will discuss them in the following forms at varying degrees of consistency:

  1. Books (because books are the most fundamental story form and the closest to my wee heart)
  2. Movies (because sometimes we are too lazy to read and movies are an altogether agreeable alternative)
  3. Theater (because live theater is a unique form of story-telling and this category includes Broadway musicals which are stories told through song, so how could I restrain myself?)

These are my foremost methods for getting stories into my system. I will discuss stories that enrapture me, stories that kill me, stories that leave me bitter and resentful, and stories that make me want to paint my front door yellow.

I may be a sponge, but I am a sponge of refined character and taste.

I am a story sponge.

Welcome, gentle reader, to my obsession.