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palfrey at 01:24am on 11/04/2005
palfrey at 01:24am on 11/04/2005In accordance with my last-but-one post, I've spent most of this last week working my ass off trying to get this paper in, only to finally conclude Friday morning (day of the hand-in) that there wasn't going to be enough done in time to have a paper that could actually get into Sensys, and so a better option was to submit to MASS 2005 instead (which has a deadline in 2 weeks, and probably also has a slightly nicer selection c'ttee). So, on the plus side, I may have worked my ass off for a deadline that has now been missed, but at least the work wasn't wasted or anything. Especially as I'm starting a bunch of courses this week and so my time is going to be somewhat slimmer and so I may need a fair chunk of those two weeks.
In the middle of the week, I got an IM telling me about a little party that some friends were throwing - mostly the Swedish lot, but probably a bunch of various other random internationals. As this was being held on Friday evening (late-till-later), I was intending on marking this as my celebrations of the paper hand-in, but despite that not happening, I did *really* need that party after my past week. There's the usual suspects - Mattias, the Tigger girl, and vast numbers of other people whose names I can't remember. I think I could count on the fingers of one hand the people whose names I can remember from that party. Usual fun and games (trying to explain to an italian guy that no, I don't know the particular McDonalds in the centre of London where he worked one summer for some reason. It's a big city damnit..).
Then for some reason, everyone (including the hosts) decide to exit this party for another one at about 2am. This other party was a somewhat nebulous thing, as all we appeared to have was a door number "31". Luckily Delft isn't that big, but the search process did involve first checking it wasn't 31 Jacobalaan (this road is the mythical source of all really good parties in Delft), and then trekking for a bit to find the next likely road where lots of (international) people/parties were known to be, and checking there. 2nd time lucky fortunately. Well mostly. We walk in the door of this place, there's an international party going on, and there appears to be enough people in our group that know people in the house to get us in, but 30 seconds after we walk in, all the lights go off. Now, apparently this may have something to do with the neighbours being a bit pissed about the noise, but to be brutally honest, if you don't like noise you should live in that area of town. So, we're in this unknown house, with no main lights. There's a few candles here and there, and some light coming in through windows, but in short it's pretty darn dark. For those of you who've never been to a party like this, you're missing something. It's actually kinda fun. There's about enough light so there's not too many collisions, but little enough to create a good atmosphere. I end up chatting to this cute italian girl, and some random belgian guy for a bit (learnt something about belgian terms for the whole drinking-game esque "must drink with your non-writing hand" meta-rule) and then the lights eventually turn on again (me randomly managing to realise the girl's top is red, which I hadn't noticed in the twilight) and apparently the police have been around and everyone's gotta get out in 10 minutes. I didn't see any myself, but as there's a plan to go to Speakers, I figure run with it.
So, we end up in Speakers at about 2.45, resist the temptation to enter the over-priced dance floor bit, and instead head for the bar and it's mini-dance floor. I somehow end up talking to/dancing with this random austrian girl (I really should be able to remember her name) and generally having some fun. Everyone gets thrown out at about 5.30am, and I proceed to spend the rest of my weekend watching Stargate and Voyager eps and *eventually* posting this + some pictures of all of this.
Little bit of MLP, with the randomly found "I am a Japanese School Teacher" about the hilarious adventures of an american on the JET program. The whole thing is abundantly surreal, with things like the phrase Dodgedick Sense™ being used to describe the insane antics of Japanese school kids. A definite must-read.
Also, and although the person that *must* read this is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
raygungothic, I would advise that everyone else reads "The Concrete Jungle". It's online and free, so you've got no choice. autopope is a very cool person, as anyone who uses the phrase "applied computational demonology" has generally got some basic kudos. Ok, and there's the whole Lobsters sequence, and all his other stuff.
In the middle of the week, I got an IM telling me about a little party that some friends were throwing - mostly the Swedish lot, but probably a bunch of various other random internationals. As this was being held on Friday evening (late-till-later), I was intending on marking this as my celebrations of the paper hand-in, but despite that not happening, I did *really* need that party after my past week. There's the usual suspects - Mattias, the Tigger girl, and vast numbers of other people whose names I can't remember. I think I could count on the fingers of one hand the people whose names I can remember from that party. Usual fun and games (trying to explain to an italian guy that no, I don't know the particular McDonalds in the centre of London where he worked one summer for some reason. It's a big city damnit..).
Then for some reason, everyone (including the hosts) decide to exit this party for another one at about 2am. This other party was a somewhat nebulous thing, as all we appeared to have was a door number "31". Luckily Delft isn't that big, but the search process did involve first checking it wasn't 31 Jacobalaan (this road is the mythical source of all really good parties in Delft), and then trekking for a bit to find the next likely road where lots of (international) people/parties were known to be, and checking there. 2nd time lucky fortunately. Well mostly. We walk in the door of this place, there's an international party going on, and there appears to be enough people in our group that know people in the house to get us in, but 30 seconds after we walk in, all the lights go off. Now, apparently this may have something to do with the neighbours being a bit pissed about the noise, but to be brutally honest, if you don't like noise you should live in that area of town. So, we're in this unknown house, with no main lights. There's a few candles here and there, and some light coming in through windows, but in short it's pretty darn dark. For those of you who've never been to a party like this, you're missing something. It's actually kinda fun. There's about enough light so there's not too many collisions, but little enough to create a good atmosphere. I end up chatting to this cute italian girl, and some random belgian guy for a bit (learnt something about belgian terms for the whole drinking-game esque "must drink with your non-writing hand" meta-rule) and then the lights eventually turn on again (me randomly managing to realise the girl's top is red, which I hadn't noticed in the twilight) and apparently the police have been around and everyone's gotta get out in 10 minutes. I didn't see any myself, but as there's a plan to go to Speakers, I figure run with it.
So, we end up in Speakers at about 2.45, resist the temptation to enter the over-priced dance floor bit, and instead head for the bar and it's mini-dance floor. I somehow end up talking to/dancing with this random austrian girl (I really should be able to remember her name) and generally having some fun. Everyone gets thrown out at about 5.30am, and I proceed to spend the rest of my weekend watching Stargate and Voyager eps and *eventually* posting this + some pictures of all of this.
Little bit of MLP, with the randomly found "I am a Japanese School Teacher" about the hilarious adventures of an american on the JET program. The whole thing is abundantly surreal, with things like the phrase Dodgedick Sense™ being used to describe the insane antics of Japanese school kids. A definite must-read.
Also, and although the person that *must* read this is
raygungothic, I would advise that everyone else reads "The Concrete Jungle". It's online and free, so you've got no choice. autopope is a very cool person, as anyone who uses the phrase "applied computational demonology" has generally got some basic kudos. Ok, and there's the whole Lobsters sequence, and all his other stuff.
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