a priori assumptions
I'M SO BORED OF THIS STUPID GREEN THEME I HAVE.
Bored bored bored.
To be honest, I've only gotten bored of it recently, coz I have no RSS viewer on this machine so have to look at all the blogs I normally frequent to find out what's where with who and how. I am overcome with tedium just looking at it. Such regular readers as I have must also be bored. I apologise. But what's a boy to do? I guess I could bring such coding skills as I have to bare and whip me up a something, but frankly, you know how it is;
je ne peut pas m'arser.
Today, my supervisor stressed me out, and now I am tired.
I should go to bed really. No, really I should. Otherwise I'll have to tell you all about my data and how shockingly craptastic it all might go at any moment.
Hmm.
Over the christmas hols, I was discussing a film with a friend of mine. I can't remember what particular film it was, but he began to tell me how it was based on a Shakespearean play:
BigC: it's got the graveyard scene from Hamlet in it.
Me:Really?
BigC: yes, you know, he says "he was a man infinite in jest"
Me: it's "a fellow"
BigC: no, I'm pretty sure it's Hamlet.
Laugh? I could have filled a bucket.
Arse on Mars
Life on Mars is an excellent song. I'm listening to it now. Lyrically, musically (inasmuchas I am qualified to comment) it's brilliant. Calming, moving... dare I say... inspirational?
Inspirational? Really?
Then what the big fat cock is
this all about?
Have you ever wondered what some of the meetings about new programmes must be like? How on Earth the pitch for this one went?
"ok, so. He's a bright, young, successful policeman in 2006. He takes no nonsense but operates within the system. I mean, this guy has morals, right? So he's upset when his ex-girlfriend/ partner goes off on her own to get evidence to catch a serial killer. Even more upset when she gets abducted. So upset, that he gets run over by a car and wakes up ... wait for it... in 1973."
mm-hmm
"only he's not REALLY in 1973, right? Well, he kind of is. But he's ALSO in a coma in 2006. And fairly regularly he can overhear people talking to him in his hospital bed. Generally while watching TV. So he's trying to wake up from this coma, but also wondering if he's just mad and also finding time to solve crimes in 1970's Manchester. It's a sure-fire success."
I mean... what?
So there's comedy while he tries to be a policeman without a mobile or any computers and weekly ethical crises as he tries to deal with the fact that the British Constabulary in the 70's appears to make a habit out of beating suspects and fabricating evidence. Then there's drama because he's actually trying to catch nasty criminals as well, and they're proper nasty (rapists, murderers etc). Then there's a sort of quasi-sci-fi aspect coz he's trying to work out how to wake up from this coma he's in.
It's like the Bill meets Heart Beat meets Aberro los Ojos.
There was even an "I'm going to jump off this roof to wake up from this coma" scene.
It's like my mum used to say when she tasted my cooking; "Darling," she'd say, "sometimes you should try to include fewer flavours".
oh, the humanity
2006 and time to start posting regularly again. I think.
Sorry about the pause. All sorts of things were happening. Most irritating of all; my Powerbook was (and is still) knackered. It works most of the time (like now, for example) but every so often demands to be restarted and / or simply will not start up. Also it is running slowly and the Superdrive is knackered.
Who rues the decision not to get Applecare?
I do.
And THEN it was Christmas. Wooo. A gentle one this year, with just me and me mutha. Which is all fine by me because the vast majority of my family is nuts. I mean whooop-ting-mental. Anyway, got some classy shirts from me mum, which was nice. I've decided I want to overhaul my wardrobe. Bring it kicking and screaming in to line with the kind of person I consider myself to be. I mean, really. All the shapeless tshirts simply have to go. This is why I am wearing a shirt and cufflinks to work. I wish to engender an element of class about my life.
New Year came and went in a fug of alcohol induced euphoria, karaoke and tube strikes. People tell me I enjoyed myself.
And now I'm back here. Drinking coffee, chatting to my labmates, looking at the business cards I had printed and thinking about how to avoid work today.
All the undergraduates in my life are panicking about some exams at the moment. I feel sorry for them. At the same time, however, I confess myself extremely glad that my exam taking days seem to be properly over. I've been holding back on saying that because the last few times I've said "hoorah, no more exams!" I have promptly been visited with an exam. This time, though, I think I'm clear. Much joy therefore, but sympathy for the exam-encumbered.
Somehow have to remember how to do a PhD. My supervisor wants me to put together a questionnaire-website to ask people the questions that were omitted from the latest round of data gathering because he said they made the process too long. Sigh.
I have a sneaking suspicion I'm going to be on telly this week.
How peculiar.
More posts will follow.
