I know that I'm not very good at this regular posting lark. I've promised myself that I'll do better - but I do have a couple of valid excuses, which I will share with you here:
1. Exams
As I've mentioned elsewhere on this site, I've been doing a Masters degree for the past two years and my final exams were held at the start of this month. My priorities were perhaps a little skewed for wanting to study, rather than post on my blog. Now, that excuse is gone. The exams are done. Whoo-hoo! I should have more free time to do things that I can blog about...
2. Thesis
My thesis for aforementioned degree is due in by the end of July. I haven't really started it yet. I should. Once that's done, I'll have more free time to do things that I can blog about...
3. Lack of Interest
Don't get me wrong - I'm very interested in this blogging stuff. I feel like I could be very good at it. I know that I don't post enough to attract anyone else's interest, but perhaps I need to get the hang of it a little more before I engage in any serious self-publicising - I'd be embarrassed at this stage if I thought anyone was actually reading this rubbish... but if anyone is, a little bit of encouragement wouldn't go astray. Just a comment to let me know that someone - anyone - is reading this. (Anyone that isn't me, that is!)
Saturday, May 15, 2004
Tuesday, April 06, 2004
The end of an era
Ladies and Gentlemen...
It's been a long hard slog and there were times I wondered what the hell I was doing... Worse, why the hell I was doing what I was doing... but the end is at last in sight!
Last night was my final lecture of a two-year part-time Masters degree. I have had my life filled with this nonsense for two whole years, and now that I've got my nights back to myself, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself!!!
OK, so I'm not finished yet. I do have two exams left and a thesis to write, but none of this is insurmountable. I can do that. I've already done six exams for this course and countless other exams in my life, so two more can't be that hard. (Also, in a bizarre twist of bizarreness, I've got better and doing them as I've got older... who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?)
As for my thesis... Well, I may not have actually started writing the bugger, but I've been thinking about it. A lot. And doing a lot of reading around the subject. I'll probably be one of the most well-read ignoramuses (should that be ignoramii?) in the world, ever!
I'll keep y'all posted with progress reports on this thesis bunkum. Oh, who am I kidding? I'll keep myself posted!
It's been a long hard slog and there were times I wondered what the hell I was doing... Worse, why the hell I was doing what I was doing... but the end is at last in sight!
Last night was my final lecture of a two-year part-time Masters degree. I have had my life filled with this nonsense for two whole years, and now that I've got my nights back to myself, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself!!!
OK, so I'm not finished yet. I do have two exams left and a thesis to write, but none of this is insurmountable. I can do that. I've already done six exams for this course and countless other exams in my life, so two more can't be that hard. (Also, in a bizarre twist of bizarreness, I've got better and doing them as I've got older... who says you can't teach an old dog new tricks?)
As for my thesis... Well, I may not have actually started writing the bugger, but I've been thinking about it. A lot. And doing a lot of reading around the subject. I'll probably be one of the most well-read ignoramuses (should that be ignoramii?) in the world, ever!
I'll keep y'all posted with progress reports on this thesis bunkum. Oh, who am I kidding? I'll keep myself posted!
Monday, March 29, 2004
The herd needs to be culled
or: Why some people should not be allowed to breed
Grrrr.... Arrrghhhh!
Last night, at a quarter to eleven, I was watching the end of Fraiser, just before I went to bed, when I heard screaming coming from outside my apartment. Now, there are often teenagers running amok up and down the road outside, screaming and roaring, but if you ignore it long enough it goes away. Not so last night.
I went out onto my balcony to see if I could see any action, but no... The screaming seemed to be coming from one of the townhouses along the block where I live, so I grabbed my keys and wandered out for a look.
Imagine my horror, when I found a seven-year old girl sitting on an outer windowsill, 3 storeys up, wailing for her parents. It turns out that the child was spending the weekend with her father, who had gone to the pub for the last night of legal indoor smoking (thanks for that, Minister Martin - more rantage on that later). She had been left in the care of her "uncle", who one can only guess got bored with the company of a seven-year-old, and left her locked in the house alone so that he too could go to the pub.
I'm not sure what to be angriest about...
The fact that some muppets without enough sense to use a condom would leave a young child alone, or in the "care" of someone who patently doesn't... Some people do not deserve to have children.
Or the fact that out of an apartment/townhouse complex of 400 units, I was the only person to take any heed of the terrified screams of that child. One other couple who happened to be passing on their way home came by to try help out and I think a neighbour from across the road called the police - either way, out of a possible (approximately) 800 people in the immediate vicinity, only four made any sort of effort to help. What is wrong with our society?
Grrrr.... Arrrghhhh!
Last night, at a quarter to eleven, I was watching the end of Fraiser, just before I went to bed, when I heard screaming coming from outside my apartment. Now, there are often teenagers running amok up and down the road outside, screaming and roaring, but if you ignore it long enough it goes away. Not so last night.
I went out onto my balcony to see if I could see any action, but no... The screaming seemed to be coming from one of the townhouses along the block where I live, so I grabbed my keys and wandered out for a look.
Imagine my horror, when I found a seven-year old girl sitting on an outer windowsill, 3 storeys up, wailing for her parents. It turns out that the child was spending the weekend with her father, who had gone to the pub for the last night of legal indoor smoking (thanks for that, Minister Martin - more rantage on that later). She had been left in the care of her "uncle", who one can only guess got bored with the company of a seven-year-old, and left her locked in the house alone so that he too could go to the pub.
I'm not sure what to be angriest about...
The fact that some muppets without enough sense to use a condom would leave a young child alone, or in the "care" of someone who patently doesn't... Some people do not deserve to have children.
Or the fact that out of an apartment/townhouse complex of 400 units, I was the only person to take any heed of the terrified screams of that child. One other couple who happened to be passing on their way home came by to try help out and I think a neighbour from across the road called the police - either way, out of a possible (approximately) 800 people in the immediate vicinity, only four made any sort of effort to help. What is wrong with our society?
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Laptop Paradise Found
Following on from my stress-induced paranoia earlier, I am now rejoicing!
(Many people who know me are also concerned about my manic-depressive tendancies)
Anyhoo, I digress... I have wonderful news, people...
My super-duper genius of a husband has managed to recover all of the data from my harddrive.
All is not lost - I might get my first class honours yet.
(Many people who know me are also concerned about my manic-depressive tendancies)
Anyhoo, I digress... I have wonderful news, people...
My super-duper genius of a husband has managed to recover all of the data from my harddrive.
All is not lost - I might get my first class honours yet.
Laptop Paradise Lost
There are many different types of sadness and upset. I have experienced plenty of them in my years.
I have been so upset that I have cried until my head was sore
I have been so upset that I could feel the moment my heart broke
I have been so upset that I was only able to scream silently
Most people who know me think I tend to over-react to situations. I am the sort of person who normally has a good rant, or yell, or cry and then I'm over whatever incident has upset me.
This is a different kind of upset. I have been upset for two days. I have not had a reaction yet. I am deathly calm. I think this is happening to someone else.
I have been studying for a Masters Degree for two years. My last two exams are in six weeks. My thesis is due for submission in four months. I have been working very hard. My personal life and my health have suffered.
Two days ago, I fried my laptop. Every article I have read, every class note I have taken, every assignment I have submitted was on that laptop. I have lost all the work I've done over the past two years. Gone. All of it. Everything.
I have been telling this story. I have been laughing about it. I think it's hysterically funny. Like I said, I think this is happening to someone else.
I have been so upset that I have cried until my head was sore
I have been so upset that I could feel the moment my heart broke
I have been so upset that I was only able to scream silently
Most people who know me think I tend to over-react to situations. I am the sort of person who normally has a good rant, or yell, or cry and then I'm over whatever incident has upset me.
This is a different kind of upset. I have been upset for two days. I have not had a reaction yet. I am deathly calm. I think this is happening to someone else.
I have been studying for a Masters Degree for two years. My last two exams are in six weeks. My thesis is due for submission in four months. I have been working very hard. My personal life and my health have suffered.
Two days ago, I fried my laptop. Every article I have read, every class note I have taken, every assignment I have submitted was on that laptop. I have lost all the work I've done over the past two years. Gone. All of it. Everything.
I have been telling this story. I have been laughing about it. I think it's hysterically funny. Like I said, I think this is happening to someone else.
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