It's FYP, not Broadway
"First Year Players performed, to the best of their abilities, 'Dirty Rotten Scoundrels' this weekend as their annual show."
"Though the performance had many singing and acting flaws, it was expected of the freshman and first-year non-drama majors."
"Despite the enjoyable and entertaining plot and characters, First Year Players' Thursday-through-Sunday presentation of the musical "Dirty Rotten Scoundrels" fell flat vocally."
To which I reply:
The Daily Orange wrote, to the best of its ability, a review of the First Year Players' production of 'Dirty Rotten Scoundrels.'
Though the article had many writing and phrasing flaws and sounds like it was written by a complete d-bag, it was expected of college students.
Despite the professional tone of the review, the article fell flat in terms of actual content.
I am starting to realize that I am a critic of the media and in making fun of the DO, I am becoming exactly the evil that I have sworn to dispose of: bad media. Seriously, these days any idiot can start a blog and write whatever the hell they want, and since it is on the internet, anyone anywhere can read it. You don't need talent to get an audience, just connections. In my eyes, there are many media outlets that could use a makeover. However, I acknowledge the media's ultimate importance to the survival and improvement of society. Right now, I think that a proper analogy would be this. The media is an extremely powerful tool, much like a calculator, when used properly. But, when misused, it is like someone typing in numbers to a calculator and flipping it upside down to read a funny word on it.
Media aside, sometimes there is no controlling how people react to different stories. Recently, charges have been pressed against Syracuse football player Delone Carter for striking a student he believes threw a snowball at his car. Turns out he was wrong and the student he gave a severe concussion to did absolutely nothing at all. These are the facts as told by a syracuse.com news story. I am absolutely disgusted with some of the responses made by readers.
-Over one lousy punch...cops got nothing better to do then play gestapo.
Syracuse hasn't changed in 60 years since I was there. Civil rights in the Cuse? LOL.
-Little Jimmy shouldn't throw rocks at bigger dogs, at 1 a.m. no less, deserved a punch, probably was talking smack too. Good for the footballers!
-These are the type that jump into the Gorilla pen wanting to play with the cute monkey and are stunned when he tears them apart.......but the soccer playing peeps think this is great
-This may be the most outragious story I have ever seen. This is really news? Someone throws a snowball at a car drivin by god knows who and they expect what? a handshake? Natural consequence, I feel
All of these represent the stupidity of a few people giving everyone else a bad name. The article states that the student assaulted did not throw the snowball, yet everyone assumes that he was just some punk kid looking to piss off some people and get away with it. He wasn't. So in response, here's my two cents.
-I'm standing on the street corner doing nothing but talking to my roommate and a D1 college athlete comes over and punches me in the face giving me severe injuries, apparently it's the normal progression of events and I deserved it for letting my face get in the way of his fist.
So the conclusion to draw here: nobody is perfect, the media and Joe Public especially.
I really want to get back on track, this has been quite the angry post so far. I recently attended my first auction. Like all good young masters of finance, I came with a pocketful of cash (it was in small bills to more easily facilitate 'making it rain'), I looked over the lots, and I went with a good idea in my head of what I wanted to buy. I told myself that I would put a limit on how much I would spend. Just so happened that the limit and the amount of money I had on me were the same. Once the auction started, I did a good job holding off bidding on the items I didn't want so much, and once one of the things I had my eyes on (cupcakes and a movie night) came up, I was ready. Bidding started at $5, and I jumped in pretty quick. Things got out of hand pretty quick, with the bidding to 10, 11, 12 dollars. I don't really remember clearly because of the adrenaline head rush that was driving me to bid higher and higher, but I'm pretty sure the number was $14 when my brain said, "Hey Tim, you might want to reconsider this whole bidding thing." I had to keep my eyes on the prize, so I vowed my return to bidding on another item would bring victory.
It did. But, funny story, it was an item I had no desire for previously. I promise the purchase was entirely pragmatic. It was a polo shirt from Abercrombie. I know, I'm the biggest prep in the world, and now I can finally show it. The shirt just looked all alone up there with nobody bidding on it. So I snagged it for a cool $5. Next, I made another impulse purchase. It was a Syracuse colored winter hat. It just looked soooo cool. With slightly less cash, I turned towards the real reason for my being at that auction. 3 words. Homemade. Chicken. Parm. I bid with the fervor of a man possessed. Bidding went to $10. Someone went to $11. I said $12. The competition hesitated for a half of a second. That's when I went for the throat, outbidding myself to $13. Turns out that people didn't want to bid against a crazy person, so I won. And it was de-fricking-licious. Last but not least, I won a homemade shirt that is probably going to be amazing. I was filled in on the process to make it, and it apparently involves ninjas, snipers, and Chuck Norris. I won this one by just threatening to overbid myself. No need to follow through this time, people were afraid of just the concept now. Advantage, Tim.
I think I need to take a nap. I ate my weight in chicken parm yesterday and its still hanging with me a little bit. Worth it? Worth ittttt.
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