3988 words in Chapter three. The minimum length for chapter 3 is 4000 words (well, slightly less actually assuming I hit the 2000 word minimum for chapter 4); I’m happy. Why am I happy? Because there’s lots of leeway in this and I’ve got another couple of hundred words I want to write. Hehehe.
Raaaaaar.
And my 1930’s fan is wobbling away cheerily. I think it might not be perfectly balanced. Incidentally, anyone know where you can get scintered bearings made for very cheap?
Thing the first – I have a badge; this goes on my police woman’s hat, thus making it look that bit more authentic. I need some black felt too, I think, but rarrr. Ultra-special raar because it’s a St. Petersburg Police badge, thus unlikely to be mistaken for the Met Police (although, dubiously, I note that you can buy police hatbadges for most UK policeforces on e-bay).
Thing the second – with careful arrangement the letters P, O, L, I, C and E fit onto a sheet of A4 twice, even when the letters are 3 inches high by two and a chunk inches wide. This is good. This means that by purchasing some inkjet-cling-white-magnetic paper, Rebecca can proclaim POLICE on the boot, the doors, and the bonnet (oh, and on a roofsign, did I mention that?) and look most police-like. I can also *try* and print it (although I may have to get Nikki to do so ‘cos I think it’s straight-through-paper-path stuff which won’t go through my HP very well) with stuff wot says ‘Whipem Down Police Dept’ and “Whipping Criminals Into Shape” or whatever (and also MMLGBT – Morris Minor LGBT Group) so that people know who were are :-)
See the ultracool?
Thing the Third – It’s a gorgeous day, made more gorgeous by the fact that instead of saying “Kellaway (lying & theiving) Motorcycles Incorporated” on the number plate (tempting though), it now says ‘MZ – Es ist eine Lesbiche Sache’ (although spelt correctly, which that probably isn’t). Raaar.
Thing the fourth – I’ve added a huge chunk to C3 of my dissertation, and am going to make some tea before continuing. This is goodness.
ETA: Thing the fifth – the house in Brum that looks *perfect* for me is still available; it disappeared for a while but it’s come back. Now I just need a job there. This is *DEFINATELY* goodness
Tinned goodness of a good variety.
…and brought with it blue skys, little fluffy clouds, and hayfever. Bugger. Let’s dispose of nervous happy Kate and leap to runny nose’d, sore eye’d, pissed off Kate. I want my hayfever to, and i say this with quite deliberate malice, I want it to fuck right off and die. It’s not even that bad yet, my eyes are just ‘itchy’ and the toilet roll is rapidly disappearing. Hopefully my Neoloritadine will knock this idea on the head quickly, but it always takes my body a while to react to it.
It also meant that the computer room got ‘hot’. To be fair, it’s a tiny room and it’s got a Sempron and 21″ CRT monitor in it. It got hot enough yesterday, even with the window open, that I was forced to use the fan. Now, there are sensible people in this world, they’d probably have gone downstairs and dug out the 2 year old desk fan; not me; oh no. I connected up my 1930’s desk fan – partially repaired – okay, Bodged. It worked though and is shockingly effective at shifting air (if somewhat noisy). It really needs me to spend some time on it though.
So today is, hopefully, finishing Chapter 3 of my Dissertation (the Critical Evaluation of the Literature). I’ve read through the last few papers this morning to make more notes (as if I didn’t have enough notes) which should be enough knowledge to get that section written up. Anyway, I suppose I should get on.