I've just been watching the two episodes of studio 60 that i recorded last night (theres a fancy box under the tv that does it for me automatically - aint that exciting?)
anyway i loves me some studio 60 and it makes me feel pretty smart and it made me realise i havent written anything non science/sci comm related for ages and im just itching to be odd for a bit.
but first, or second i guess coz there's that first bit... before i continue i want to send a blug to hayley for commenting on my actual blog not the facebook or FaW feeds - you gotta be the first person to bother looking at that site and so i blug you. (blugs for the uneducated, not that any of you are of course, but blugs are a cross between a blog and a hug and it's what you get for posting at the origin of my posts rather than the end pont. origin website-wise, not my head, which has no comment box)
but! (not butt! as i've been locked inside and unable to scope the honeyz)
but!
i have been to the movies to see stardust!
which i was excited about previously and you may of read, or not i guess but if you remembered you definitly deserve a blug, or a manly handshake if your too sweaty and/or sticky.
Gotta say i loved it, (stardust), just because it's pretty weird.
i was looking forward to manly sky piracy, but robert de niro was so very funny in a "that was totally not what i expected" kinda way. also i'm probably either getting longer hair or a bowler hat because of the hero, but it could go either way at the moment.
but it's so going in my weird and cool fairytale movie pile, with The Princess Bride (which must be watched by everyone as soon as they can find it)
as you'd expect theres not been much in terms of out doors adventuring, what with me plowing through 500 words of dissertation a day (many of them of the intellegent variety).
but i have been travelling the country in a car as i am want to do of an occasion. theres this bathroom in a motorway service station, (this just has classic story written all over it), but im walking into this bathroom, tweaking my look in the mirrors over the sink when i realise the refection staring back at me is a shortish plumpish baldish buisness man. this is not what i'm expecting to see, being of the tallish, skinnyish, hairyish persuasion. i do my cartoon double take and realise that these rows of sinks are in fact mirrorless and that the man opposite me seems to be under the impression he's only two sinks away from a total loonatic.
anyhow, i am going crazy. but i may actually finish my dissertation on time - still a long way to go, i'm around the half way mark prose-wise, but what i've done is going to need tinkering to stop it being blatent lies, self-contradictory nonsence and quotes from movies with surprisingly little to do with science communicating teaching materials.
also the take that song from stardust is on repeat to add to or sooth my madness, i just don't know which.
p.s. the fancy recording box under my tv is not a video recorder, i happen to be fairly with it technology wise and it's clearly a magic v-box, containing witch craft and a fat, grumpy pixie with a copy of the radiotimes.
p.p.s. blugs are also blue slugs, but i'm using the verb rather than the noun, duh
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Wowzers
I'm feeling manly, if slightly foolish right now. My "COME ON!!" roar that usually accompanies an exceptional drive in rugby (viewing not playing, obviously) does sound good, but as it's quite a bit louder than most of my hiding behind a cushion type usualness, it does make me feel a bit silly, especially when done in polite company. Clearly this is the key advantage to being down the pub - any lack of civility is to be expected.
But, really a bit of manlyness is nice, because it makes up for the fairly pathetic lack of manlyness that was my bristol trip.
So my dissertation has passed the presentation stage. i had to go to bristol on tuesday(?, i think) to present what ive done so far. it was a four hour trip down in a complete white out of rain, very exciting, very slow, but a perfect time to have pirates of the caribbean in the cd player. surely there must of been other cars out there singing sea shanties at the top of their voice as the car aqua-plains at rather high speeds. (i did get to a corner where a sign warns us to stay at fifty and i remember thinking "hmm... best get back down to seventy," then, "down?! eh?")
presentation was ok and i got to see loads of bristol types which was nice, but after all of the ale drinking and sleeping on the floor of the house of sci comm with a noisy german and i left with one of the most pathetic wounds possible.
lots of people i hadn't seen in months and wouldn't be seeing for a while. all the emotional hellos and goodbyes actually pulled a muscle in my shoulder.
thats right, a hugging injury.
god damn it. what the hell?!
but i took it like a man - the drive back with such a serious shoulder pain was tough, but i soldiered through.
i dragged myself back home and slept for thirty six hours.
now there's just my dissertation's actual writing to do. through the magic that is copy and paste i'm currently at 3094. and as long as my hug wounds don't slow me down to much i might do ok.
that's might though.
coz it's me.
and you can never be sure how i'm going to hurt myself next...
But, really a bit of manlyness is nice, because it makes up for the fairly pathetic lack of manlyness that was my bristol trip.
So my dissertation has passed the presentation stage. i had to go to bristol on tuesday(?, i think) to present what ive done so far. it was a four hour trip down in a complete white out of rain, very exciting, very slow, but a perfect time to have pirates of the caribbean in the cd player. surely there must of been other cars out there singing sea shanties at the top of their voice as the car aqua-plains at rather high speeds. (i did get to a corner where a sign warns us to stay at fifty and i remember thinking "hmm... best get back down to seventy," then, "down?! eh?")
presentation was ok and i got to see loads of bristol types which was nice, but after all of the ale drinking and sleeping on the floor of the house of sci comm with a noisy german and i left with one of the most pathetic wounds possible.
lots of people i hadn't seen in months and wouldn't be seeing for a while. all the emotional hellos and goodbyes actually pulled a muscle in my shoulder.
thats right, a hugging injury.
god damn it. what the hell?!
but i took it like a man - the drive back with such a serious shoulder pain was tough, but i soldiered through.
i dragged myself back home and slept for thirty six hours.
now there's just my dissertation's actual writing to do. through the magic that is copy and paste i'm currently at 3094. and as long as my hug wounds don't slow me down to much i might do ok.
that's might though.
coz it's me.
and you can never be sure how i'm going to hurt myself next...
Saturday, October 06, 2007
Tightness
Yep, it's getting to the pointy end of my dissertation.
I'm not surprisingly underprepared, but that's only because i was obviously not preparing.
What's managed to bother me recently is the attempts by my brain to calm itself. When other people start worrying that they havn't written much, i normally say "Ha, don't worry, i've written much less." Problem is this does not make me feel better when i say it to myself.
But in typical doug fashion i'm dragging myself over the finish line regardless.
Just finished watching the rugby for today - fantastic and makes me feel good about the image of myself forcing my dissertation over the 10,000 words line, dragging behind me the enormous blokes that are time constraints and a total lack of focus.
As usual i have much to distract me, my TV is on the fritz in a fairly terminal way, which is massively sad - you need to understand, this TV has been with me for years, so many tv, video, dvd and computer gaming memories. :'(
and while not watching TV would speed up most peoples work, my work is actually slowing down as i feel so sad about it.
the good news is that my job hunt may be nearing an end - im off to Culham in a week and a bit to see if they want me to help present a thing in schools about the sun, which as they havnt got anyone else seems pretty likely.
AND im looking into getting a car for the eventual/possibly quite soon relocation. and when a corsa (or corsair as my mum kept saying) is going for only a hundred quid, you know its gotta be good, only needs the seats fixing and wiper... something. but seat repair has the potential to be hours of fun, big seats, comfy seats, bench seats, leathery seats, racing seats, or the far more likely patchwork quilt seats.
i'd assume there was something wrong with the world if the car i owned wasn't on it's last legs, a neat and tidy car just doesnt fit me i'm afraid. until i have the cash to get a shiny new one, like an aston or a jag or something.
anyway
DISSERTATION HO!
I'm not surprisingly underprepared, but that's only because i was obviously not preparing.
What's managed to bother me recently is the attempts by my brain to calm itself. When other people start worrying that they havn't written much, i normally say "Ha, don't worry, i've written much less." Problem is this does not make me feel better when i say it to myself.
But in typical doug fashion i'm dragging myself over the finish line regardless.
Just finished watching the rugby for today - fantastic and makes me feel good about the image of myself forcing my dissertation over the 10,000 words line, dragging behind me the enormous blokes that are time constraints and a total lack of focus.
As usual i have much to distract me, my TV is on the fritz in a fairly terminal way, which is massively sad - you need to understand, this TV has been with me for years, so many tv, video, dvd and computer gaming memories. :'(
and while not watching TV would speed up most peoples work, my work is actually slowing down as i feel so sad about it.
the good news is that my job hunt may be nearing an end - im off to Culham in a week and a bit to see if they want me to help present a thing in schools about the sun, which as they havnt got anyone else seems pretty likely.
AND im looking into getting a car for the eventual/possibly quite soon relocation. and when a corsa (or corsair as my mum kept saying) is going for only a hundred quid, you know its gotta be good, only needs the seats fixing and wiper... something. but seat repair has the potential to be hours of fun, big seats, comfy seats, bench seats, leathery seats, racing seats, or the far more likely patchwork quilt seats.
i'd assume there was something wrong with the world if the car i owned wasn't on it's last legs, a neat and tidy car just doesnt fit me i'm afraid. until i have the cash to get a shiny new one, like an aston or a jag or something.
anyway
DISSERTATION HO!
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