Ultimate Irony

Wow. This is my first post ever! Please tell your frie

I'll cut the bullshit and get straight to it. 

The 'ultimate irony' that I'm referring to is that fact that in this post I'm going to bitch about a blog I have to contribute to for eight weeks that discusses the readings for a university 'media' class... and I'm choosing to do this through the medium of a blog. People have murdered and resorted to cannibalism over less irony.

My first couple of blogs I actually kinda enjoyed writing, because my tutor assured us that they were completely informal, and could be as long or as short as we wanted them to be. So, being the jack-ass cynic that I am, my posts were jam-packed with dry, witty jokes that stem from my many grievances with society, which I then attempted to relate to the texts (every now and again). I knew that if I wrote straight-up essays on the theoretics of modern media, they would so boring that they'd put 'The English Patient' to shame, and nobody in my blog group would bother to read it. Anyway, this shit was meant to be informal, right? 

Wrong. A few weeks in our tutor informs us that the quality of our work would be lucky to receive a 'pass'. We're not engaging strongly enough with the texts and focusing too much on the peripheral issues. So basically, we actually DO have to write essays. And if the blog posts are getting too long, we should cut out everything that doesn't relate strictly to the readings themselves. 

Yeah, that's totally what we were told at the start of semester.

If I was assessing you on your ability to make an already shitty class shittier than Halle Berry's 'Catwoman', you'd receive a full scholarship.