Mystery Project

Something about Shakespear? Why yes, George, if you want to be the most unoriginal pillock this side of a Chinese knock-off sweatshop. Nothing YOU have to say about The Bard will have any weight whatsoever with so much already being out there.

The gothic. Better. Enjoyed Dr. Methven’s fireside talk a few weeks back. Specifically something about Edgar Allen Poe, or Lovecraft and the Cthulu Mythos? Haven’t really read enough of them to have a clear idea whether or not this topic would start off interesting then turn into something akin to pouring bleach in my eyes every time it came to Wednesday afternoon.

On a vaguer gothic note, a study into exactly what it is that scares us as humans could be good. Maybe.

What about King Arthur? Always liked him. Except I bet the stuff I’d have to read would actually be boring as hell, not to mention the problems it would cause for me to switch faculties. Scrap that.

Unfortunately I view the world through a pair of gray tinted glasses; I don’t really have much of a “passion” for anything.

Video games. No way I can do a project on that.

Theatre and acting. Too vague and there’s nothing in particular about it that I’m especially interested in.

Comedy. Already been down that road and it hasn’t worked out.

… That’s it? That’s all the enjoyment I have in the entire world? Excuse me while I go kill myself.

Score for life: 3/20

Furthermore, why were we told to go on JSTOR for information when we don’t have access to it? We may as well have been told that “asking Jesus” was a good way to expand our knowledge.

It is next to impossible to find anything on this title. Probably need to change, but that means I’m back with nothing and no interest in anything again. No motivation to do this project, nor energy to do anything even if I had. Screw this.

OK. So at last I may have been spurned (by Mr. Kostyanovsky) into actually thinking about this bloody brain drain of a project and have come up with a title. Or at least a subject. An unrefined vein of ore waiting to be forged into a deadly sabre of… Words and shit.

Something to do with the impact/influence of comedians (particularly satirical ones) on politics throughout the ages.

My starting point for this will be “The Naked Jape” by Jimmy Carr and Lucy Greeves, a fantastic book on (not of) jokes that I strongly recommend. From there I’m not sure, but now at least I can be said to have done something during the months we have been doing this thing.

It’s such a mystery that even I don’t know what it is.