Somewhere in this evening's dinner table conversation the fact came up that, as part of some sort of special presentation, my youngest sister's class was shown an *Aragorn/Borimir music video* in English today. To music from Moulin Rouge, no less.
The justification? *Demonstrating intertextuality*. (Well, naturally!)
Her response to this has so far consisted mainly of baffled awe at how well it was put together. The class's collective response seems to have included stunned silence. She also swears that particular song is never going to sound the same again.
I am sure this knowledge will cease to be amusing and wonderful eventually, but it may take a while.
Edit:
The state finals are on this weekend, a.k.a. the second last competition I'll have in this state this year. They've got me doing a *Charleston*, of all godforsaken dances this time around, so should anyone wantto point and laugh to see me in a flapper dress blackmail material to watch, drop me a line and I'll send you the details.
The justification? *Demonstrating intertextuality*. (Well, naturally!)
Her response to this has so far consisted mainly of baffled awe at how well it was put together. The class's collective response seems to have included stunned silence. She also swears that particular song is never going to sound the same again.
I am sure this knowledge will cease to be amusing and wonderful eventually, but it may take a while.
Edit:
The state finals are on this weekend, a.k.a. the second last competition I'll have in this state this year. They've got me doing a *Charleston*, of all godforsaken dances this time around, so should anyone want
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Date: 2005-07-02 08:30 am (UTC)Actually, scratch that, how about kneecapping the judges instead? Far more satisfying, and for all we know it'll probably make them judge *better*.