I will impact on a comet. If you want to self-destruct as well, here's the link for you.
On a more personal note, sometimes I wish I wouldn't let some things get to me. Need to focus.
Friday, July 18, 2003
Oh, by the way ... Just in case you were wondering what the Yeti Shirt looked like. (c/o Marco, thank you :)
Thursday, July 17, 2003
I rarely post anything spectacular these days - I don't mean my life, I just mean thoughts and things. Who really cares about my life if you think about it? Thoughts about the universe. Thoughts about quantum physics. Thoughts about literature. Thoughts that could earn you a Nobel Prize is what I am saying.
Hm, then again, if I could think those thoughts I'd probably go and earn a Nobel Prize in the first place. On the other hand, if you think about it they could give me the Nobel Peace Prize. I didn't to anything remotely warlike my whole life. That's 30 years of peace. If that isn't prize-worthy I don't know what.
Oh, and ALERT, ALERT, ALERT!! The SZ-Sommerrätsel is starting pretty soon. Put your annoyance-meters into gear, because I will be talking about riddles and solutions and whatnot here on this very blog. Well, maybe riddles. Not sure about the solutions, wouldn't want militant riddle people standing in front of my door looking very seriously. And they will, believe me. These are some very serious people. I had to swear an oath I wouldn't share my solutions with anybody else. (I never dared to tell them I didn't send in my solution because I had no desire to participate in the finale. They would have hung, drawn and quartered me).
Hm, then again, if I could think those thoughts I'd probably go and earn a Nobel Prize in the first place. On the other hand, if you think about it they could give me the Nobel Peace Prize. I didn't to anything remotely warlike my whole life. That's 30 years of peace. If that isn't prize-worthy I don't know what.
Oh, and ALERT, ALERT, ALERT!! The SZ-Sommerrätsel is starting pretty soon. Put your annoyance-meters into gear, because I will be talking about riddles and solutions and whatnot here on this very blog. Well, maybe riddles. Not sure about the solutions, wouldn't want militant riddle people standing in front of my door looking very seriously. And they will, believe me. These are some very serious people. I had to swear an oath I wouldn't share my solutions with anybody else. (I never dared to tell them I didn't send in my solution because I had no desire to participate in the finale. They would have hung, drawn and quartered me).
From the conversations here at work it doesn't seem likely the company will hire anybody anytime soon. Ah well, at least it takes the pressure of finishing University off of me (Trying to find the silver lining here, not an excuse for further dawdling). Sigh.
Glad to report my meat!!! urge has been satisfied by the rib extravaganza yesterday. Though I have been working on a report about finances today, my urge to go out and invest money is rather non-existant. I guess meat!!! is triggered by a primeval Neanderthal hunter instinct while invest!!! hasn't progressed through evolution yet.
Glad to report my meat!!! urge has been satisfied by the rib extravaganza yesterday. Though I have been working on a report about finances today, my urge to go out and invest money is rather non-existant. I guess meat!!! is triggered by a primeval Neanderthal hunter instinct while invest!!! hasn't progressed through evolution yet.
Wednesday, July 16, 2003
The Wonder Twins
I had a fun evening today on my quest for meat!!!. When I rode my bike home from work I saw my brother's car. Obviously he was looking for a parking space. I went inside and inserted my key in the lock when I heard somebody coming up behind me. I turned around to greet my brother but no! It was Marco. I let him inside and we waited for my brother. Then the doorbell rang, I opened the door and - surprise! This time it was my brother, but I had a strange sense of déjà vu, because he was wearing the exact same thing as Marco. Mwahahaha! Really conspicuous, too, a shirt with the Yeti on it :))) (Admittedly, Marco's was pinker as he had washed a red shirt with the white clothes once). Both also were wearing short cargo pants (they insisted they were dissimilar pants but I begged to differ).
Everybody else had no desire for meat!!! so me and the Twins went out by ourselves. I had 16 ribs, my brother 21 and Marco won by 2 ribs with 23 (because he had confused the waitress by ordering iced coffee with the ribs, he got more than we did). We then did try to cast a bone oracle but it only predicted a horrible death and that our remains would be roasted over an open fire to be eaten for only 6,49 Euros.
If that doesn't satisfy you, here's a bone oracle for you to try out.
I just wish I had had a camera to document the evening (I actually had one but the battery turned out to be gone.
I had a fun evening today on my quest for meat!!!. When I rode my bike home from work I saw my brother's car. Obviously he was looking for a parking space. I went inside and inserted my key in the lock when I heard somebody coming up behind me. I turned around to greet my brother but no! It was Marco. I let him inside and we waited for my brother. Then the doorbell rang, I opened the door and - surprise! This time it was my brother, but I had a strange sense of déjà vu, because he was wearing the exact same thing as Marco. Mwahahaha! Really conspicuous, too, a shirt with the Yeti on it :))) (Admittedly, Marco's was pinker as he had washed a red shirt with the white clothes once). Both also were wearing short cargo pants (they insisted they were dissimilar pants but I begged to differ).
Everybody else had no desire for meat!!! so me and the Twins went out by ourselves. I had 16 ribs, my brother 21 and Marco won by 2 ribs with 23 (because he had confused the waitress by ordering iced coffee with the ribs, he got more than we did). We then did try to cast a bone oracle but it only predicted a horrible death and that our remains would be roasted over an open fire to be eaten for only 6,49 Euros.
If that doesn't satisfy you, here's a bone oracle for you to try out.
I just wish I had had a camera to document the evening (I actually had one but the battery turned out to be gone.
Paper Progress
After some prodding I did write something yesterday. Well, first I edited what I had written down to three pages but then I added some more. My counselor gave me her own paper, which depressed me again somewhat because I didn't really understand a word of it. Plus, I tend to copy and paste - but she has to read my paper and she certainly will recognize hers.
But enough about the stupid paper, I don't really want to talk about it anymore.
Bodyfat Bounce
At least things are looking up regarding the bodyfat - did the measurement again and mysteriously apparently have lost 10% of bodyfat overnight. Makes me suspect the measurement is not all it's cracked up to be which leaves me relieved. Phew.
Mystery Meat
Other than that, I am occupied with meat. Meat, meat, meat. (Doing a study about it at the moment.) Meat, meat, meat.
After some prodding I did write something yesterday. Well, first I edited what I had written down to three pages but then I added some more. My counselor gave me her own paper, which depressed me again somewhat because I didn't really understand a word of it. Plus, I tend to copy and paste - but she has to read my paper and she certainly will recognize hers.
But enough about the stupid paper, I don't really want to talk about it anymore.
Bodyfat Bounce
At least things are looking up regarding the bodyfat - did the measurement again and mysteriously apparently have lost 10% of bodyfat overnight. Makes me suspect the measurement is not all it's cracked up to be which leaves me relieved. Phew.
Mystery Meat
Other than that, I am occupied with meat. Meat, meat, meat. (Doing a study about it at the moment.) Meat, meat, meat.
Tuesday, July 15, 2003
By the way, thank you all for your kind words and your help regarding the paper...
It's not like I don't know what to do (well, maybe in some respects - especially concerning the aforementioned SPSS, but mostly I do), it's just that I won't do it. And I don't know why. At the moment it's like I am two people in one. One's yelling from the inside: "Do XY!" while the outer (who unfortunately is in control) is doing ... nothing. I can't explain it. And that is really frustrating.
Plus, I don't like listening to myself complaining all the time. It sounds whiny and stupid. This has the additional drawback that I am constantly mad at myself and tend to be grumpy towards everybody else as well. So I hope I haven't been too grouchy.
Maybe things will start to get better now. I certainly hope so. Alex suggested a couple of strategies - I hope we don't need to use the "I'll show up at your doorstep every day at 8:30 and bug you until you write" one :) ... I guess that's the point of that strategy.
Oh, and since everything is so "Marvellous!!" and "Great!!" they tell me I am supposed to win a prize with the paper. Huh?? I really wish they would just let me write the crap and be done with it. Now they won't rest until the whole thing fits their "Marvellous (one l or two?)!!!" and "Great!!!" expectations. Ack. More pressure. Exactly what I need. Especially since I still need to figure out which of the gazillion numbers that showed up on the screen constitute the "Marvellous!!" and "Great!!!" results. *shudder*
It's not like I don't know what to do (well, maybe in some respects - especially concerning the aforementioned SPSS, but mostly I do), it's just that I won't do it. And I don't know why. At the moment it's like I am two people in one. One's yelling from the inside: "Do XY!" while the outer (who unfortunately is in control) is doing ... nothing. I can't explain it. And that is really frustrating.
Plus, I don't like listening to myself complaining all the time. It sounds whiny and stupid. This has the additional drawback that I am constantly mad at myself and tend to be grumpy towards everybody else as well. So I hope I haven't been too grouchy.
Maybe things will start to get better now. I certainly hope so. Alex suggested a couple of strategies - I hope we don't need to use the "I'll show up at your doorstep every day at 8:30 and bug you until you write" one :) ... I guess that's the point of that strategy.
Oh, and since everything is so "Marvellous!!" and "Great!!" they tell me I am supposed to win a prize with the paper. Huh?? I really wish they would just let me write the crap and be done with it. Now they won't rest until the whole thing fits their "Marvellous (one l or two?)!!!" and "Great!!!" expectations. Ack. More pressure. Exactly what I need. Especially since I still need to figure out which of the gazillion numbers that showed up on the screen constitute the "Marvellous!!" and "Great!!!" results. *shudder*
Yesterday I was still in a rather bad mood and almost became guilty of double manslaughter when two boys taunted me as I rode past on my bike. Little did they know how close they came to death. Or at least painful bruises because I seriously considered turning around and kicking them off their bikes. But I didn't. Zen-Biking.
And some advice: If you're in a bad mood don't let anybody measure your bodyfat. Especially if most of your body can be considered fat. And when she then proceeds to tell you how your BMI should really be lower feel free to shove the measuring thingy up her nose. Or other orifices of your choice.
Other than that I gave my data to my counselor who did strange things with it on SPSS and kept exclaiming: "Marvelous!" and "Great!" while I was sitting there wondering how I could ever replicate what she had done there as I have no clue how SPSS works and when I put my data through the SPSS grinder (so to speak) it just yielded an unruly mess with no meaning.
Plus, she said if I really, really put my nose to it I could finish the damn thing in October. I really, really need to finish it in September, however, and you know how it's proceeding at the moment. There goes my opportunity to leave University in October. Drat. There probably goes my opportunity to start working because they'll only hire me if I finish University. Oh well, another semester at University and unemployment afterwards, yay! Great times, great times.
And some advice: If you're in a bad mood don't let anybody measure your bodyfat. Especially if most of your body can be considered fat. And when she then proceeds to tell you how your BMI should really be lower feel free to shove the measuring thingy up her nose. Or other orifices of your choice.
Other than that I gave my data to my counselor who did strange things with it on SPSS and kept exclaiming: "Marvelous!" and "Great!" while I was sitting there wondering how I could ever replicate what she had done there as I have no clue how SPSS works and when I put my data through the SPSS grinder (so to speak) it just yielded an unruly mess with no meaning.
Plus, she said if I really, really put my nose to it I could finish the damn thing in October. I really, really need to finish it in September, however, and you know how it's proceeding at the moment. There goes my opportunity to leave University in October. Drat. There probably goes my opportunity to start working because they'll only hire me if I finish University. Oh well, another semester at University and unemployment afterwards, yay! Great times, great times.
Monday, July 14, 2003
The weekend wasn't really a good one. I'm having real trouble with my final paper and am seriously considering not to write one. What usually happens is that I have a nightmare about not being able to write the paper. Then I wake up and sit myself in front of my computer and can't write a damn thing. Usually I start crying at some point because nothing will come out of my head. Then I go to bed and have another nightmare about the paper. (I have other nightmares as well to choose from, if I want to. They alternate.)
Whenever somebody proposes something to do, I have two options: decline because I have to write my paper - which amounts to me sitting at home doing nothing, crying occasionally, or accept but have no fun at all because I'm thinking the whole time about how I'm not doing something for my paper (i.e. sitting at home, doing nothing, crying occasionally). So I'm just trying to decide what I'll do. On Tuesday I have a meeting with my counselor and maybe I'll tell them I'll stop doing it and then I'll have to go get a job at Burger King. But frankly, at the moment that seems much more enjoyable.
On top of that (maybe not unrelated) I had a really bad migraine attack yesterday. Go figure.
Whenever somebody proposes something to do, I have two options: decline because I have to write my paper - which amounts to me sitting at home doing nothing, crying occasionally, or accept but have no fun at all because I'm thinking the whole time about how I'm not doing something for my paper (i.e. sitting at home, doing nothing, crying occasionally). So I'm just trying to decide what I'll do. On Tuesday I have a meeting with my counselor and maybe I'll tell them I'll stop doing it and then I'll have to go get a job at Burger King. But frankly, at the moment that seems much more enjoyable.
On top of that (maybe not unrelated) I had a really bad migraine attack yesterday. Go figure.
Sunday, July 13, 2003
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