I fucking despair. Deciding to take a quick break from studying the design of one-dimensional Schroeder quadratic residue diffusers for far field scattering in room acoustics, I flicked on the aptly-named idiot box, somehow deluded into thinking something noteworthy may be airing. What filth am I greeted with? The Sound of Music, some program about
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Firstly, my dissertation is finished. 50 science journal reviews, 4 days of anechoic testing, 5 pages of computer code, 17 spreadsheets and 12,000 words, and the cunt is finally done and dusted
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I recently had the misfortune of being bored out of my mind, and rather than work on my dissertation I decided for reasons unknown to have a read of some of those MySpace bulletin things. Little was I to know the fury this would ignite deep within my soul, not wholly dissimilar to a spiritual Chernobyl. Amongst the gig listings and personal quiz
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The current trend for getting the public's views on news stories. What the hell is the point of that? I don't care what Tony Blair thinks about most of what goes on in the world, so why should I possibly be interested in the opinions of somebody no smarter than me, with nothing better to do than text the ITV newsroom? Absolutely without exception,
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Right, off i pop to hurl myself down some notoriously dangerous Welsh rivers. Possibly whilst heavily under the influence of alcohol. If i don't come back, take solace in the fact i died happy.