Day: April 28, 2006

James asked me about a strip I used to have an archive of. Only he couldn’t remember the name. Sadly nor could I. Having dug through my CD-Rs of backups I discovered that I didn’t appear to have any RiscPC backups – frustrating (not that I’d’ve been able to read them properly anyway). Having discovered this, I then set to work digging in my brain.

Bad though my memory is it sometimes can be startling in what it’ll recall. After but a few minutes prodding it’d come up with the artist’s name (“eight”). Trying to find a cartoon by some bloke called ‘eight’, well that proved to be a little bit challenging. But googling the phrase ‘eight comic’ pulled up Road Waffles right away.

It appears that he’s started updating it again – which means I’m a mere 2 years behind, and since I can’t remember the entire back story I’m looking forward to starting from the beginning. Mmmm. Psychotic women.

I suspect I may have found my root.

So, I did the run to Bath and back in about two hours which wasn’t too bad given the time for me to hand in my Petrol Reclaim form, hand in EU packs, my essay, and find parking.

Oh, and I stopped to buy bras. My bra collection, if you could call it that, was getting on for pathetic. 2 of my favourite bras had actually disintegrated (to the point that the straps were only held on by my re-stitching attempts). It really did look a bit sad, so I stopped and picked up new bras…oh, and a new skirt… and new combats to replace the ones that have started to hole… and a new top.

Um. That wasn’t meant to happen. But the problem is b’wise QS Select (*raises eyebrows* isn’t rebranding fun? It’s next to poundland InStore…) is ridiculously cheap. No doubt I’m supporting disgusting labour practices, but until I can afford not to (I shop loads at Charity stores too) then I don’t have a lot of choice. I can’t wander round nekkid. Or I can. but… yeah. Mmm.

Incidentally, teeny little inside pockets on bags should be banned. Why? Because I nearly had a heart attack after emptying out my bag when I got home and not finding the keys. I’d removed the carpets from my car, run my hands down the backs of the drivers and passenger seats and started to reach the stage of thinking I’d have to drive back to Bath and see if I dropped them.

And there they were, lurking in this tiny pocket of the bag. They’d fallen in there – and obviously didn’t fall back *out*. Grrr. Anyway, on with dissertation prodding.

So, yes. Last night, as some of you gathered, I was feeling more than a trifle stressed. It actually managed to keep me from sleep – the House auction, Dissertation, my mum and the Motorbike all coalescing in my head and preventing me from any of the release of sleep. Eventually I managed to put it out of my head, but touching on house or motorbike, at the moment, leaves me feeling somewhat stressed. The bike just because it’s one of those: If I’d’ve not noticed the worn brake hose then it’d’ve passed the MOT (probably) and I’d’ve noticed it later and swapped it *once* it was on the road. And doing *that* would have meant I’d’ve taken time over it. And it probably wouldn’t have been a big messy brake-fluid-everywhere shaped disaster.

The house, because I hate not knowing. That and I can’t find the bit of paper with the auction details on. Grr. I’m certain it is on my desk, but I’ve opened out the Disseratation stuff, which needs about 5 times as much desk as I’ve got. And… yeah. Mmm.

The Dissertation, which had me in tears yesterday (huge hugs and puddles of greatful to Chrissy for ringing me and listening to me whining) has retreated to it’s normal level of ‘argh’. I just need to work out how to write it, that’s the thing. I’ve got the information in my head, but every attempt I make at actually writing it, well, it’s messy and clunky and yick. I don’t entirely feel like I know the papers well enough, to be honest, the results are so similar from many of them that they kind of blur in my head.

Anyway. So. I need to get my head out my arse and sort it out, really. I gave myself a good talking to last night. “Useless” my left tit. So. Yeah. Feeling a bit better, although not enough sleep == headache. So I’ve also downed a couple of paracetamol (tylenol) and ‘brufen (it’s the only way I’ve ever found to stomp on my headaches).

And now I’ve killed sufficient time I’m off to hand in my essay. I’ve printed a second copy because, unsuprisingly, the university in their “brewery” and “unable to organise a piss up in” usual  way have yet to put the submission date on the e-submission page. Given that I don’t trust them to coordinate their mouth and thoughts, the concept of trusting them to work out that i’ve submitted the paper copy before the electronic one, well, I fear that it might just be beyond them.

So, yeah, two paper copies. I’ll ‘mail them and say “it doesn’t work” when I get back. Incidentally, is it a bad sign that the only way I can find e-submission on the university website is to go to google and type it in. I can’t find it using the navigation stuff on the site (or indeed the search on the site).

And in other news, this happens tomorrow:

Defend Our Public

Services Demo

Saturday 29^th April 2006

Castle Green, 11.30, march to College Green for 12.30 rally

 

 

Join with teachers, local government workers, friends, colleagues, neighbours and family on Saturday 29^th April to send a clear message to the government………

 

WE DEMAND DECENT PUBLICLY OWNED SCHOOLS, COUNCIL SERVICES AND HOSPITALS!

 

NO MORE PRIVATISATION – PATIENTS NOT PROFITS!

I’d like to go but I’ve arranged to be in Nottingham, so I’m still a bit undecided. Part of me says ‘ring, do this, then go’ but then I’d not get there until at 4pm – at the earliest. Which would suck (considering I’ve not seen the people I’m going to see for *years*). But… I love the NHS. Meh. We’ll see. Anyway, if you’re in Bristol, and like publically owned schools, council services and hospitals (like me, being a big red commie) then go. Of course the fact I’m planning to bugger off to another country, well… it interferes in my head too. Rat? Sinking ship? Uh hu.