Running Commentary

I hate post-it notes.

I think that the little yellow sticky detracts from the aesthetic feeling of anything. 

The fact that the little yellow sticky might contain some pertinent information (such as the statement that "the decision to utilise elongated lexicon is entirely unnecessary") doesn't make that intrusion any less disgusting.

I really dont see a use for them.


Fridge magnets. They do have a use. Still, these can destroy my calm, roomy (yeah, right) kitchen space.

The size and shape of the magnets is not important. It is thier number and the wieght of paper that they hold up.

Some of you will understand the concept - especially those with siblings - of fridge space. (those who don't, see "the simpsons" when bart is going to be kept back a grade).

A fridge door is valuable real estate, and it is very limited.

Sure, there's room for layers, but who ever digs under the topsoil of fridge pictures/letters/memos. When it comes to fridge clearing time (an annual event, if you are doing it right) pictures that you had forgotten existed suddenly re-appear, taking on a new life, a new power.
Or in most cases, being filed under "B".


So, I guess you are reading this (well, you should be, cos there's gonna be a test :P) and asking yourself (and your yellow sticky covered monitor) what this has to do with monday's class.

Well, some of you will have figured it out. Well done!

The class centered around a video clip (not a very good one, granted, but...). This was created by someone who had, among other things, an aesthetic aim.
The dark screen, varying text size and colour, timing etc. was all done deliberately for the look, the FEEL of the thing.
Along comes Daniel (don't take it personally, but youre just an example), and he doesn't like it. He wants to STICK YELLOW BITS OF STICKY TO IT! The creator's vision is destroyed.

OK, so the comments weren't yellow, but they weren't a part of the original aesthetic. Commentary, yes. All over my creation, no.

My second point was the real estate point.
When Daniel is done putting his painting of a house up over my video, someone else comes along and puts up a shopping list, then a permission slip, a crayon picture of "Mum" and so on.

Where's my video, Mum? I can't see it on the fridge, Dad.

The comments have completely covered the video, and now there are people commenting on the comments. My creative masterpiece has become a mass of slightly irritated (irritating?) text.


Admittedly, it isn't all that bad.

You see my point though.