If a title like that doesn’t bring the hits in, nothing will.
The Thesis, my Magnum opus, is now finished, bound up and submitted. And I’ve just spotted a couple of typos in it. Bugger. Nothing severe like my last thesis, where I got the year wrong on the very first page. I didn’t spot that until 20 min before the viva.
After the viva and corrections I’ll stick a copy online for anyone that really wants to read about lasers making things go bang[1]
Reminded of this by a post from Scaryduck today.
DTL vs the Fluff-Ball
The was and still is a misrable old bastard up the road from me. He walks a yapping bundle of fluff up the road twice per day, letting it shit where ever it wants. Complaints about this are shrugged of with
“its only a fuckin’ dog. I can’t stop it shittin'”
and several days of the dog ‘deciding’ to drop a load right outside your house.
It was after the poo stared to pile up on the pavement outside my house I decided to get revenge.
From the juices of the Sunday joint, I made up some of the tastiest gravy known to man or dog, poured it into a cup and left by the microwave ready for the evening dog walk.
Seven PM rolls by and the yapping gives away the aproach of the dog. The microwave goes on to warm up the gravy and thirty seconds later I’m at the door, cup in hand. Waiting until the Miserable Bastard can see me, I pour the gravy over the pile of shit remaining from the morning walk.
Fluff-ball scampers up seconds later and starts wolfing down the gravy covered shit in full view of Miserable Bastard. My job done, I head back inside to watch dog being dragged back home in disgust with the Miserable Bastard ranting and raving at the dog ,
“stupid fuggin dog”
and the world in general,
“bastards!”
I’ve had no trouble with that dog shitting outside the house since.
Scientists must update their DNS when changing servers else their websites vanish from the ‘net for for a week.
“Scientists must write” so says the title of a book on the shelf next to me. I bought the book almost a year ago in Cambridge, aside from a quick flick though on the train home I’ve not read it. I’ve been too busy writing to read a book telling me I should write.
I’ve pretty much got the thesis finished now. It should be bound up and submitted by the end of next week. I should regain my spare time to write here, something I’ve rather neglected of late.
