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change of scene

Hey you all. Should you be one of those who link directly to this mt page, then you should no longer.

You should instead simply head to www.mootpoint.net for future fun and games.

Nice.

Harley Davidson Parts

I am so receiving a lot of comment spam. Apparently now I've received a total of 647 comments on all blogs posted on MT in the last couple of years, which would be flattering if they were real comments from real people who were interested in reading my blog. But no, in the last two or three days alone I swear I've received about twenty comments from "people" wishing to sell me (or perhaps you, my loyal readers) Harley Davidson Parts.

If I had a Harley Davidson, I might care.

If I knew someone who owned a Harley Davidson, they might care.

But I'm pretty sure I draw a blank on both those counts, so with all due respect, piss off, dirty spammers.

In better news, watermelon for breakfast (when it's good watermelon) is damned good.

And so it has...

...the sun. Come out. Today (which was tomorrow yesterday). If you follow what I mean. Yeah.

So, I'm feeling a lot more chipper today than yesterday. I think the combination of an evening of drinks and friends (watching "The Opposite Sex" in The Concrete Club with Charlie and Karen providing dialogue and trite observations was a great way to end the night), and a good night's sleep (I gave up even trying to sleep in my room and went directly to sleeping in the lounge, thanks to noisy television-watching-to-all-hours-of-the-morning neighbours) has done the trick.

And offered a bit of perspective.

Why was I so drab and dull yesterday? Because my mark came back, and I was stuck in that stupid place of getting a good mark, but wanting more (I think I'm supposed to be leaving everyone else wanting more, not myself...). Now I'm just happy with the mark.

Twas an A-. Which is a distinction. Which, all in all, is damn good. Especially when I stop to consider the general crappiness of thesis writing in the last two to three months of the whole process.

Now this thesis is well and truly a write off. But somehow I don't think I'll start again next thesis.

Grey

The day is grey and particularly lifeless. Cold more due to a lack of anything than any actual attempts by the weather at chilliness like rain or wind or frost. Matches my mood quite completely!

Underwhelmed by it all am I.

(I'll stop bitching next week, I promise :)