Monday, February 28

jimmy:
Halle Berry personally turns up to the Golden Raspberry awards and accepts her award for Catwoman, announcing it is "shit".


Toby:
Yaaaaayyyy!!!

* saves immediately *

That is just such a good combination... retro-kamp! :D


Sunday, February 27

jimmy:
The Chipmunks cover The Time Warp


Thursday, February 24

Lidna:
And why is it that more or less the entire country has snow today except us? It's cold and damp already so it could at least be decorative as well!


Lidna:
Indeed, my bus was half an hour late this morning, I did not appreciate having to stand around in the cold :P


jimmy:
too... cold...


Wednesday, February 23

Lidna:
lol, um *hugs* yes jimbly, i'm still alive :) should i ask what happened? :P

Toby: I've been trying to reach you from my work phone (apologies for the obscene no. of missed calls :P) to tell you i've forgotten my mobile today. I'm hoping you'll see this in time - please can you meet me in the library at 4 today :)


Tuesday, February 22

jimmy:
Linda: please reassure me you are not dead. I had a dream in which you died.


Monday, February 21

Lidna:
Being alone in the house, turning up music and singing loudly (and probably very badly ;)) is also a good temporary cure for depression. Well it worked yesterday :P


Friday, February 18

Toby:
Depression or scones? Scones or depression? Hmm...

*Bakes furiously*

Mmm... Scones :)


Toby:
My God. (Or, at least, somebody elses) This week has been a write-off.

I have missed three lectures and a mentors appointment, failed to get anything useful done, and managed to be miserable at everyone I've met. Add to that the wildly erratic bedtimes and moods, and I'm doing quite well at going completely to pieces.

I sincerely hope next week turns out better than this, or I may be tempted to start issuing ultimatums.


Tuesday, February 15

cheesey:
Gravity is the one law where 'ignorance is no excuse' is always rigidly enforced...


Monday, February 14

Toby:
I never was any good at Physics.


Lidna:
*Makes sure Toby fails Newtonian physics with the aid of a pair of hedge clippers* :P


Toby:
Does that apply to third year projects too? I'm very adept at failing them.

*ties an infinitely strong, light, inextensible string around his neck and goes off to prove Newtonian physics with the aid of a tall tree*


Friday, February 11

jimmy:
If that's true, then exams are obviously there to show the value of group work.
The odd thing about uni being - group work for group projects never works; but group work for things that are supposed to be individual always does work. Odd, that.

The group projects are probably there to make you learn that some things you just gotta do yourself. Which is the most important skill in working as a successful group.

Besides which; "all pass in a hundred years"? I think you're giving SEG a bit more significance than it deserves. It barely has any significance beyond what a piece of worthless paper they give you at the end of this has written on it.

Do what you can, and if you're going to fail, at least do it with style. :)


cheesey:
I think SEG is there to try to let people down gently. That is to say, the idea that teamwork doesn't actually work, people are in general shit at most things (myself included), and that you can't actually produce anything elegant or worth anything in a group.

I'd care if I could be bothered to. It just seems a shame that all this work goes into a project of which I'm quite likely to violently dislike the end result.

None of it's real anyway. It'll all pass in a hundred years or so.


Lidna:
*GROUP HUG!* :)


Thursday, February 10

Lidna:
3 hours of work left…need…sleep…no work…bed…collapse…duvet…


Lidna:
Alternatively, being 'crumpet' could mean that Rob is a desireable female :P


cheesey:
A breadstick amongst nutcases? Or vice versa? Or some kind of general mediocrity of crumbs?

Either way, it sounds obscene.


Wednesday, February 9

Toby:
Observation: Rob is a bit of a crumpet.

Ponderance: If God were a bread-like product, he'd probably have to be a crumpet, what with the holeyness.

Conjecture: Rob may in fact be a demi-god amongst breadsticks.


cheesey:
CRUMPETS CRUMPETS CRUMPETS!

Sorry. Got a bit over-excited.


Lidna:
Jimmy: Is that like telletubby land? ;)


Lidna:
11pm is generally what i call an early night when getting up at 7am ;)


jimmy:
every day is pancake day in jimmy land.


Tuesday, February 8

Toby:
  • Batter discs dutifully consumed.
  • Lectures attended, despite negligible sleep.
  • Beer imbibed, despite little sustenance all day (sobriety subsequently regained with the aid of pub food).
  • Third year project and next year crisis discussed, plan of action negotiated and agreed.
  • All pigs primed and ready to fly.
All in all a reasonably productive day... Damn, I must be slipping.


Hunter:
Speaking about lack of sleep I should really head towards the 'land of nod' as they call it. Being up at 11 isn't great knowing I have to be up in 8 hours for more education.

I've heard to much of car crashes today, night all


Lidna:
Talking of food, don't forget, today is the day to glue pancakes to the ceiling ;)


Monday, February 7

Toby:
*Yawns perpetually*

9:00am is not a reasonable prospect for a person when, for the past week or more, bedtime has been defined as "between one hour past the time that everyone else goes to bed and the occurrence of birdsong".

Furthermore I shall have to restrain myself from consuming all the tart. Similar restraints may need to be imposed on the rest of the household - it seems my rendition of a Bakewell tart goes down rather too well with everyone.


Lidna:
*yawns* i really should remember to go to bed at a sensible time :P
hmm.. A car hit the back of us this morning while were were stopped at traffic lights, no damage or injury thankfully, bl**dy loud bang though :P


Saturday, February 5

cheesey:
How very nautical of you.


Toby:
This room is currently "sufficiently glacial to arrest the spheres off a copper alloy pitheci", hence to bed. (Quote courtesy of a Worth1000 linguist)


Friday, February 4

leinir:
But, the twilight zone was always a place where normal things tend to not happen very often. That, of course, makes it perfectly viable to voice drunked ideas on whenever you so wish, and thus make an inate fool of yourself. Rather like I am doing just now! Impressive, don't you think? The first not out of context scientific post I have yet posted on this blog, ever ;)


Thursday, February 3

Lidna:
It's the twilight zone :P we've all agreed that the students here are acting really wierdly at the moment :P


Lidna:
Meh, PMT really screws with your head, and the size of your middle :/ be thankful you're male :P


Lidna:
yay! purple! :D


Wednesday, February 2

cheesey:
The extract from my horoscope dyes things purple....


Toby:
(And yes, I did forget to put the specular highlights back onto the label after doing the text. I figure the text isn't terribly well executed anyway, so I can't be arsed to fix it ATM.)


Toby:
Extract from my horoscope - Now with 25% extra free.



Tuesday, February 1

cheesey:
extract from my probable horoscope: "There's inspiration, hope and adventure but none of it will happen."



(angus descends)




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