Archive for March, 2007
March 28 2007: The Swing Of Things
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It’s so very very hard trying to get back into the swing of things. Although I’m well into my fifth week of university this year, I’ve yet to hand in an assignment. Tomorrow’s 500 word piece on the Emperor Asoka, Beloved of the Gods, and the ancient Maurya empire of India will be the first due.
Under normal circumstances, if I were running under my normal middle-of-semester-three-essays-in-a-week fuel, this essay would have been started, completed, and printed in half an hour.
Now, two hours after I first sat down in front of the computer, I’m staring blankly at a title page, four footnotes, four entries into the bibliography, and a grand total of 151 words in the actual body of the essay (though there’s 220 words in the document altogether). At this rate, I’ll be completed by midnight.
You’d think that an experienced third-year university student would find it easier to tear herself away from playing Bejeweled. Apparently not. Woe.
March 28 2007: Becky
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Okay, where be Becky of Babblative? She be gone now for almost a week, and I be worried. Come back Becky, come back!
March 27 2007: Luncheon Meat
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Ah, spam. The bane of every blogger’s life.
For the past few weeks, I’d be plagued with torrents of spam. I had spam coming out of my ears, my nostrils, in fact, out of every orifice of my body. I was actually beginning to worry about the size of my manhood (or the lack thereof), my ability to please my lady, my ability to function without hydrocone and advil, as well as the fact that my mobile didn’t have a million and one free ringtones.
Finally, I had enough. A few days ago, I took desperate measures, and closed comments on all entries that were more than a week old. Since then…nothing. Zilch. Zero. Nada. I have no spam. My orifices are clear. With just a few clicks of the mouse (that sure, took over half an hour), I’m free of tinned luncheon meat.
What a sweet, sweet state of being.