Well, that's my ticket to Oxford booked. All that's left is packing my suitcase tomorrow...

Well, that and writing at least a word of my MSc dissertation, which was supposed to be in a first-draft form by the end of this week. That's not going to happen.

Goddammnit, Kirkwall.

I am alive but due to work/study overload my LJ and my social life in general are currently on hiatus. Can be reached by email, if necessary.

Take care!

Happy New Year 2011!

Well, it's finally here. Merry Christmas, everyone! Hope you have a great and peaceful time today, wherever you are and whatever you choose to do.

The internet is full of suitably festive images, but I thought I'd share this adorable picture of an Adipose in the snow instead. I just found it heart-warming for some deranged reason.


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This is fantastic. There is nothing like wiping the floor with Twilight to brighten up my day.
Worn-out monsters

Thanks, the_marquis!

The Guardian published Tony Jund's essay on language and articulacy today, which I thought deserved at least a cursory reading. It hardly needs to be accepted as gospel truth - in fact, in some places it reads like a verbose, self-indulgent rant - but it invites reflection on a number of issues which I have long seen as important on both personal ( Read more... )

Ok, flist, did I miss something or has falling down with a chair suddenly become a male-only superpower?

In other news, not terribly impressed. But given that this episode was set almost exclusively in places that Kleo and I visit on a weekly basis it made of a fun hour of "I Spy".

OK, a Flashmob involving lots of people on Cornmarket Street dancing to Bad Romance is a great thing in itself. What is even more amusing is that the guy in the front (white t-shirt and trousers), who is obviously organising the whole thing is someone I know from high school. In Latvia.

This is just brilliant.

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There are no words to describe how I hate afternoon exams. There are too many things that I don't know yet and need to revise and, like Buridan's ass, I end up revising nothing (not enough time!) and just spending the morning being anxious and frustrated. There is also a vague demotivating undercurrent of just wanting to get the exam out of the way ( Read more... )