Shakes-fear

Isaiah:

Now is the winter of my discontent.
For rough winds do shake the darling buds of May
I Please Get a Job and I am forsaken.
Grim-visaged directors hath handed down
their instructions. And now, instead of merely
hiring me much to the dismay of my less
talented adversaries, they demand two
contrasting Shakespearean monologues!
But I, am not prepared for such tricks
Nor made to court an amorous kleenex,
I, that am distressed and want to get cast,
To run around my apartment in victory
am made to scramble like an ambling nymph
I, that am cheated of success by mediocre selections past,
desperate, overwhelmed, called back before my time
Into this expecting world, should I make something up?
And therefore, since I cannot prove a Shakespearean Actor
to entertain these fair well spoken casting agents,
I am determined to prove an improviser,
and hate these theater bigwig gents.
Dive thoughts, down to my soul; here
my roommate comes.

Season Three: Advanced Annoyance

Jake


I hate technology. It never gives you what you want. I don't understand why we need to make progress in our lifestyle when that lifestyle does not include a flying car. Instead of thinking big, we keep thinking smaller. "Oh, look, now we have a computer that can fit into a manila envelope" "Oh, check this out bro, my phone is smaller than my wallet" "Wow, I can't believe it, I lost my bluetooth in my left ear!" I mean, seriously people. We are living in a time that was once written by famous authors as this mysterious future. But there is no mystery. There is just annoyance. We used to envision this time as a time of space travel, and jet packs, and conveyor belts in every home; now, we just have personal music devices that get lost in our butt cracks. And robots! Where are the robots? I tell you where: right in front of a mirror. I walked down a college campus the other day and saw no interaction between students. They all ignored each other as they talked on their phones, the minuscule keys being pounded by their whale like fingers by comparison. If I could, I would throw every single piece of these advanced accessories out of the window and start thinking big! Let's get the houses a hundred feet off the ground and put some mysterious fog around it. Let's take our college bound kids and program them to serve us willingly. Let's put explosives in our footwear so we can fly. Let's start thinking bigger before our brains get smaller.