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palfrey at 12:26am on 20/02/2003
palfrey at 12:26am on 20/02/2003What was going through my head to start with: first song - madonna, "die another day" (off of the film of the same name, but not a suitable song for the film. good otherwise). later, as i'm writing this, the wannadies and "You and Me Song", which has me thinking a whole scattered bunch of misc shite.
WTF is he on, and why is he ranting like this, and why isn't he using ve as the pronoun? Answers to the first two are simple: alcoholic night at jesters. the third, is kinda a side-effect. I'm only thinking i should use ve (non-gender specific pronoun for the non-initiated) *because* of the alcoholic night.... so we detail all the misc stuff of my day, paying attention to the stuff happened at jesters (not a lot, for the skim-readers)
My day: got my project in a decent state, need to go so my supervisor (henk) tomorrow and probably amos, who I was talking to at a previous point about my project/phd idea. frell (watch farscape if you don't get that one) i'm having problems writing. typing goes to shit when you have very little feeling left in your fingers (cold & alcohol). there's also very little caps for those keeping count. part of me (licking the soy sauce off of my fingers from the pasta/soy/mixed veg snack) is thinking "node for the ages" which is a very everything2 thought. but ffs, this is LJ. I'm allowed to write whatever i want to. bugger, i'm drunk and thinking of random shit.
project in good state, need to deal with phd proposal tommorrow (soon-ish) and go see henk and show him all of this. gods, the linux-elitists list is still wittering on about H1-B (like i give a flying fuck) - things that u think of when your mail client goes "you have new mail!". at least it's not "you have bail!" (AOL/userfriendly joke. very obscure).
k, let's get to something resembling a point. jack russell on a jesters tonight, good, anti-authoritarian as usual, but didn't quite mesh. maybe a bit too much of an asshole, maybe i've just heard it too many times. i also handed a cd to the dj, random mix of stuff, i've been meaning to do for a while. stuff they'd like, they played a bit of badly drawn boy (memories of ruth ffs....) and some gomez (schweet...). joke competition, except had to be poems. we went with haiku/limericks... about mark (compere's) colonoscopy (earlier that day).... ass humour is kinda the order of the day.
colonscopy,
a tube running up my arse,
colonscopy!
...and so on. you get the general idea. none of the haiku made it past the first round. snobby b'stards. various nice random girls in audience. damn my preference for girls with glasses. leaves me practically slobbering in most smart crowds....
anyway. on way back, neither sam (housemate & coursemate) had heard the quote "hell is other people". most ppl don't know where it's from, but they should have at least heard it!!!! it's by Garcin, in No Exit, a play by Jean-Paul Sartre (copy-paste from my quotes bit of my site). damn their hides!
I need sleep, see y'all later....
WTF is he on, and why is he ranting like this, and why isn't he using ve as the pronoun? Answers to the first two are simple: alcoholic night at jesters. the third, is kinda a side-effect. I'm only thinking i should use ve (non-gender specific pronoun for the non-initiated) *because* of the alcoholic night.... so we detail all the misc stuff of my day, paying attention to the stuff happened at jesters (not a lot, for the skim-readers)
My day: got my project in a decent state, need to go so my supervisor (henk) tomorrow and probably amos, who I was talking to at a previous point about my project/phd idea. frell (watch farscape if you don't get that one) i'm having problems writing. typing goes to shit when you have very little feeling left in your fingers (cold & alcohol). there's also very little caps for those keeping count. part of me (licking the soy sauce off of my fingers from the pasta/soy/mixed veg snack) is thinking "node for the ages" which is a very everything2 thought. but ffs, this is LJ. I'm allowed to write whatever i want to. bugger, i'm drunk and thinking of random shit.
project in good state, need to deal with phd proposal tommorrow (soon-ish) and go see henk and show him all of this. gods, the linux-elitists list is still wittering on about H1-B (like i give a flying fuck) - things that u think of when your mail client goes "you have new mail!". at least it's not "you have bail!" (AOL/userfriendly joke. very obscure).
k, let's get to something resembling a point. jack russell on a jesters tonight, good, anti-authoritarian as usual, but didn't quite mesh. maybe a bit too much of an asshole, maybe i've just heard it too many times. i also handed a cd to the dj, random mix of stuff, i've been meaning to do for a while. stuff they'd like, they played a bit of badly drawn boy (memories of ruth ffs....) and some gomez (schweet...). joke competition, except had to be poems. we went with haiku/limericks... about mark (compere's) colonoscopy (earlier that day).... ass humour is kinda the order of the day.
colonscopy,
a tube running up my arse,
colonscopy!
...and so on. you get the general idea. none of the haiku made it past the first round. snobby b'stards. various nice random girls in audience. damn my preference for girls with glasses. leaves me practically slobbering in most smart crowds....
anyway. on way back, neither sam (housemate & coursemate) had heard the quote "hell is other people". most ppl don't know where it's from, but they should have at least heard it!!!! it's by Garcin, in No Exit, a play by Jean-Paul Sartre (copy-paste from my quotes bit of my site). damn their hides!
I need sleep, see y'all later....