FIS1311 Introduction

I'm Misty De Meo, FIS 1311 student and pretentious blowhard. I've been interested in computing technology and, of course, archives and information systems for a long time, and I've been recently spending a lot of time thinking about issues related to archiving digital media. I'm looking forward to learning more about IT in library and information service organizations, and I'm quite interested to see how this class will be discussing the implications of IT for information studies. I'll be updating this blog with posts related to lectures to throw out ideas and discuss issues with other students.

Because this introductory post is at the moment terminally dull, I should like to entertain my readers (should they exist) with the following short stories about the life of William Shakespeare. They are guaranteed to be true and informative.


1.
Shakespeare ate ice cream every other Thursday, without fail. He didn't eat ice cream on even Thursdays, because they're unlucky. Sometimes on even Thursdays he refused to go outdoors. One time he did, but tripped over a duck that was in the road and fell in the dirt.

2.
Once, when Shakespeare was nine years old, he had a girlfriend named Julia Hull, whose family had moved down the street from him just a little bit earlier. They liked each other two weeks and six days; the teasing lasted three weeks and four days.

3.
When Shakespeare was six years old, he wanted to be a garbage-man more than anything else in the world. He even made himself a special garbage-man hat out of construction paper. Unfortunately, he wore it out in the rain one day and the water ruined it so that he couldn't wear it anymore. He cried and cried, until his mother promised to sew him a new one out of cloth.

4.
Shakespeare's favourite candy was lemon drops. He would eat them up as fast as he could whenever he found one; he would just stuff them into his hands, which got so sticky that anything he touched would stick right to him. "You aren't eating candy right before dinner, are you, dear?" his mother would ask. "No!" he would say, as he stuffed his face. It was positively scandalous.

5.
Shakespeare wrote his first play when he was six and a half years old. It was called "The Cookye Manne of Stratteford-uponn-Ayvonne" and was three pages long. It was about a merchant who granted free treats for life to the greatest boy in the world, "Willie," after he slew his teacher in a duel for failing him on a test. His parents used to show it to other parents and laugh about it.

5 ½
[Unfortunately, the remainder of the manuscript was destroyed in a fire. We understand the disappointment of our readers; we have, however, been able to recover a single legible word and present it here in the hopes that it may prove useful: “bucket.”]


Although this blog exists primarily for the purposes of class, I would be remiss if I provided no entertaining content. I hope to intersperse my assignments and ruminations on class topics with similar short stories and other works of fiction over the course of the term, and I hope people enjoy them.

(Finally, in conclusion, I should mention my inspiration for today's entry, Daniil Kharms' Anecdotes from the Life of Pushkin.)