Back to my cheese allergies

Funny how this could have been the most creative piece during its time time, I mean, two guys fighting over a girl? "Who's ever heard of that before?"

Nowadays this scene just seems so cheeesy and is used only by writers with no creativity who need something for "On today's episode of 90210..."

I blame my lack of interest in romantic stories on the fact that every single one of them seems like a carbon copy of something else and nobody can come up with new ways for characters to find their soul-mate (or not).

If there is one trait that I share with my friend Anastacia* is that we can't take a movie seriously, whether it is suspense, gore, drama or romance, we always end up tearing it down to pieces and making fun of the script every chance we get. Just the other day I was looking through my old movies with Anastacia and we came across my Disney collection so we just HAD to feed it to [a very dusty] VHS (I can't believe I just almost typed HIV) and The Little Mermaid was first in line. We kept laughing and giggling (especially during the "dramatic" bits) unaware that Mufasa* was eavesdropping. Once the movie was over Mufasa handed me a copy of a very old, yellowish original version of The Little Mermaid and upon reading [googling] the ending I discovered it was not half bad.
Turns out Ariel's love is unrequited and she turns to sea foam while the prince marries some other floozie.
see?
original
I like it.
PS: is it just me or does anyone else think it's ridiculous that Emelye has absolutely no say in this?



*I changed her/his name for privacy purposes

'Migrations' By Dorian Merina

The poem describes the anticipation the European passengers feel as they get closer to the indies, the riches they they'll find there and the natives they will meet.
The sentence "On the boats come the blood" keeps repeating itself throughout the poem, and I found it interesting that the second I read it I could already think of two meanings for it. The "blood" could mean the violence, torture and pain that the Europeans would bring to the natives in the Americas, but it could also refer to how the races would come together and their blood would mix to create mulatos, mestizos, zambos and so on.
Overall the poem is very sad and it speaks form the eyes of someone who doesn't know what will happen next, but all those of us who read this part of history and know how it will turn out cringe at the thought of the boats gently rocking towards the New World.