I'm so bored :P

mmm... rotation

DCRR (Decongest and Rotate Right. Instruction number 0x0E66)

Pops a chicken from the stack, rotates it eggwise right, then pushes the result. If the chicken was previously egg-bound then it ceases to be. The dizziness flag is set.

I wish my body would stop trying to make me feel dizzy, it's unhelpful :P Methinks I need to get more sleep!

I tried to put those words into my brain but it just refused to process them and threw them back where they came from :P

-function +chicken

I take a function and do something uncomputable with it.

The only issue now is precisely what cheesey does to all types... On second thoughts, no, I'd rather not have a complete enumeration.

Fear me, for I am polymorphic. C++ can suck my heap.

Surely, since s is a stack-allocated variable, one could dispense with t entirely. The compiler would no doubt optimize that one out for you, but it's still a waste of perfectly good identifier which could be put to far more obfuscatory means.

template <class b> void cheesey(b* s, int c, b(*f)(b)) 
    { for (b* u=s+c; s<u; s++) *s=f(*s); }

#define cheesey while(1) {    x=input();    y=eval(x);    apply(y);  }
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Apply application form to the affected area. If symptoms persist after two weeks, seek medical advice.

If a stranger came up to in the street and started asking you random personal questions you'd feel awkward and not know what to do. It's the same thing.

Why do application forms have to induce verbal constipation whenever you try to fill them in? :P

Interestingly, the orientals had nothing to do with it. Blame the Americans. Or Euler. One or t'other.

They could probably create a Doctor Who episode where Su Doku is actually part of an evil plan to take over the world by strange life forms from another planet :P

There's only one solution to this.

Every swarm comes from a nest, right? There's got to be a nest somewhere. Find the nest, and in there will be the queen. Set fire to the nest with the queen inside, and we'll be rid of this thing forever.

Please help me, I just found Su Doku... :P

Students are reminded that, for their own sanity, buckets are not to be used as a fashion accessory. Thank you for your time.

Group project handin day for physics masters is Friday, hence two of my housemates are currently procrastinating like pros.

As for me, Denis (my supervisor/tormenter) took it upon himself to remind me today that we postgrads have a 9 month report to write. His assertion that this report (due in 2 months time) needs to be around 4000 words, with approx. 50 references did not fill any of us with great joy. I have no references so far. I am crap at gathering references. I have trouble reading for any length of time, I have done nothing, I haven't a clue what I'm doing, I can't write reports, I don't even know why I'm doing this damn thing other than being told I can and should and perhaps a show of pride on my part and I'm now doing the ASCII equivalent of h y p e r v e n t i l a t i n g . . .

'Scuze me while I go find a small bucket marked "Failed. Don't ask." to sit and whimper in.

I'm ambivalent about buckets, y'know. They've always been something that contained things you'd rather they didn't - like stagnant water or (in the case of illness) vomit. I have a particularly vivid image of a rusty blue enameled bucket with a wooden grip on the handle that used to sit about in the utility room. It always seemed to me like it could have been quite a nice bucket - blue and shiny and quite decorative. Buckets could be decorative and in some cases truly aesthetically pleasing. Instead, this bucket had a rusty inside and always seemed to be used for mixing cement or weedkiller. I think I may have issues with misused buckets.

I'm going to bed now. To have nightmares involving buckets. Goddamnit.

Our school is so organized they've not even told us when dissertation day is yet. Or when our presentations are. Or when any of the exams are.

I hate this degree...

HAPPY DISSERTATION DAY WARBECKERS!