MEMEHUNTER

Could this be the best job in the world?

One of the undergraduate project students just switched the mains off in the lab, thereby immediately killing the computers on which participants were running experiments. The act of turning the mains on again tripped the mains breaker. Once we'd fixed that, we had to go through the experiments with each participant working out where they'd got to.

Go him.

I'm going to the bop tonight. For those unaqiuainted, the bop is a heaving, sweaty mass of gyrating students housed within the concrete superstructure of the students' union building. Cheesy tunes and cheep(ish) drinks. Oh yes, I will get drunk and shake my stuff. Frankly, I'm looking forward to having a bit of a boogie. Boptastic.

And then it gets to be the weekend and I don't have to do any work for a bit. Hoorah. I think i shall finally get round to scouring the evil from the kitchen because it is, to put it mildly, FUCKING disgusting. We're approaching Withnail standard here. Say it with me: re-pul-sive.

In other, exciting news, I've been offered a regular slot writing reviews of faces (I kid you not) in a tongue-in-cheek stylee for a certain trade journal. Monthly installments of around 100 words. Sounds good to me, not least because it brings my dream of being a columnist ever closer. Also, the discipline of writing something regularly should be good for me, even if it's only a 100 word burst. The really great news, however, came when I asked if there was any chance of any moolah attached.

No, they said.
But they can pay me in beer. Monthly supplies thereof.

Beer, eh? Where do I sign?

posted by Memehunter @ 3:07 PM