THE ISLAND OF MISFIT TOYS
I think we all remember the now classic stop-motion animation Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer movie. In my family, viewing this movie was as much a part of the Christmas tradition as hanging meaningless trinkets onto an oversized fake tree. At any rate, the film, which much to my dismay failed to recieve a single Oscar nomination, was a brillaint coming of age story about a young reindeer who felt extremely out of place with his luminous red nose. Due to his highly noticeable deformity, the poor lad was incessantly ridiculed and was not allowed to participate in the other reindeer games. Obviously a classic character study that anyone can relate to.
At some point in the film Rudolph, along with the testosterone seething Yukon Cornelious and the overly effeminate Hermey, travel to the Island of Misfit Toys, a place where an abundance of discarded play things lacking self esteem have congregated and established a community. To be perfectly honest, I forget what happens next, but it probably involves an uplifting song about togetherness followed directly by another encounter with Rudolph's archnemesis the abominable snowman. A little known fact about abominable snowmen is that they have a deep seeded hatred for reindeer, and will scour the earth, traveling well outside their regular hunting grounds in order to savagely kill one of the poor creatures.
Now I've seen this film a number of times, and although my knowledge of the general plot may be lacking, I do not recall seeing "Will the English major" anywhere on the Island of Misfit Toys. I could be wrong, God knows it wouldn't be the first time. My point is that I belong there.
I'm an English major who hates to read. Well hate is a strong word. I suppose my main problem stems from the fact that if I read for any lenth of time, my eyes begin to get tired and I eventually fall asleep. This somewhat hinders my ability to get through a text, let alone retain any of the information contained within. Somedays I think that maybe I should have stayed a Communications major, but then I honestly wouldn't have anything to complain about. There would be no drama. And lets face it, a life without drama isn't really worth living. Now is it? Path of least resistance my ass...
Suspension of Disbelief Part One: Coyotes and Birds
Are we to believe that there was only one roadrunner in the entire American southwest for Wile E. Coyote to chase after. I mean my God, in the event that this was the last roadrunner in America, wouldn't it be placed on some sort of endangered species list and locked away safely inside any one of our nation's zoos. Or perhaps the coyote had some sort of personal vendetta against this particular roadrunner. It is, after all, entirely concievable that this roadrunner savagely murdered the coyote's brother and bereaved Wile was simply trying to settle family business. Or is this a generational tale, chronicalling the age old battle of coyote versus roadrunner and vice versa. It's hard to say.
Obviously Wile E. Coyote was a fairly well to do animal, most likely inheriting his wealth from his parents. How else could he continue to squander a seemingly endless amount of money on inane Acme contraptions. He could have used these funds to simply purchase a slaughtered roadrunner from a KFC type establishment. This says to me that either this coyote was a creature who loved the art of the hunt, or he was simply retarded.
At any rate, Wile E. Coyote never captured the elusive roadrunner. But I doubt he starved to death seeing as how he was an immortal. How else could you explain him surviving all those plunges off the cliff and countless point blank detonations from various explosive devices. To put it quite simply, I believe that Wile E. Coyote is a god. Not the God. But definately a god of some kind.
I think we all remember the now classic stop-motion animation Rudolph the Red-nosed reindeer movie. In my family, viewing this movie was as much a part of the Christmas tradition as hanging meaningless trinkets onto an oversized fake tree. At any rate, the film, which much to my dismay failed to recieve a single Oscar nomination, was a brillaint coming of age story about a young reindeer who felt extremely out of place with his luminous red nose. Due to his highly noticeable deformity, the poor lad was incessantly ridiculed and was not allowed to participate in the other reindeer games. Obviously a classic character study that anyone can relate to.
At some point in the film Rudolph, along with the testosterone seething Yukon Cornelious and the overly effeminate Hermey, travel to the Island of Misfit Toys, a place where an abundance of discarded play things lacking self esteem have congregated and established a community. To be perfectly honest, I forget what happens next, but it probably involves an uplifting song about togetherness followed directly by another encounter with Rudolph's archnemesis the abominable snowman. A little known fact about abominable snowmen is that they have a deep seeded hatred for reindeer, and will scour the earth, traveling well outside their regular hunting grounds in order to savagely kill one of the poor creatures.
Now I've seen this film a number of times, and although my knowledge of the general plot may be lacking, I do not recall seeing "Will the English major" anywhere on the Island of Misfit Toys. I could be wrong, God knows it wouldn't be the first time. My point is that I belong there.
I'm an English major who hates to read. Well hate is a strong word. I suppose my main problem stems from the fact that if I read for any lenth of time, my eyes begin to get tired and I eventually fall asleep. This somewhat hinders my ability to get through a text, let alone retain any of the information contained within. Somedays I think that maybe I should have stayed a Communications major, but then I honestly wouldn't have anything to complain about. There would be no drama. And lets face it, a life without drama isn't really worth living. Now is it? Path of least resistance my ass...
Suspension of Disbelief Part One: Coyotes and Birds
Are we to believe that there was only one roadrunner in the entire American southwest for Wile E. Coyote to chase after. I mean my God, in the event that this was the last roadrunner in America, wouldn't it be placed on some sort of endangered species list and locked away safely inside any one of our nation's zoos. Or perhaps the coyote had some sort of personal vendetta against this particular roadrunner. It is, after all, entirely concievable that this roadrunner savagely murdered the coyote's brother and bereaved Wile was simply trying to settle family business. Or is this a generational tale, chronicalling the age old battle of coyote versus roadrunner and vice versa. It's hard to say.
Obviously Wile E. Coyote was a fairly well to do animal, most likely inheriting his wealth from his parents. How else could he continue to squander a seemingly endless amount of money on inane Acme contraptions. He could have used these funds to simply purchase a slaughtered roadrunner from a KFC type establishment. This says to me that either this coyote was a creature who loved the art of the hunt, or he was simply retarded.
At any rate, Wile E. Coyote never captured the elusive roadrunner. But I doubt he starved to death seeing as how he was an immortal. How else could you explain him surviving all those plunges off the cliff and countless point blank detonations from various explosive devices. To put it quite simply, I believe that Wile E. Coyote is a god. Not the God. But definately a god of some kind.
