tooth soup

I had quite a decent weekend just gone, and now I am forever wishing that I had actually spent the additional ten minutes finishing my time machine, rather than being distracted by B.O.T.S. At least now I have something to keep my distracted every ten minutes or so while I learn exactly what the point of self-assembled monolayers in chemistry is.

It turns out that I yell a lot on the field. Louise observed that I don’t actually make much contact with the ball, but I do tend to do the aforementioned voicebox exercise when I do. I blame this on the multitude of very close calls against a very less than average team. I don’t ordinarily yell that much because I am usually grinning from the sight of the ball being in the back of the net.

I have posted off my payment for a new print to hang in my room. It is called Novus Natura by Ben Tolman & Lars Peterson and can be seen in all its extremely detailed glory here. I am astounded by the idea of the amount of work that those two put into it, and also at how nice Mr Tolman was when I suggested that he organise posting it over to Australia.

I am getting annoyed at my brain. It is already on holidays and has come up with all these great ideas for writing and characters and paintings and photos and it isn’t letting me keep them. It is offering them up at the most inconvenient times, such that I have to tell it no and send the ideas away unnoticed. It is annoying because when I later decide that a break filled with expulsion of all these great ideas onto paper would be nice, I cannot remember them again. I will have to carry around a dictophone, or an open word document. In my hand.

I like a song by The Used. I am somewhat ashamed.

I am very much looking forward to Melbourne and the promise of warm clothes that it brings. I plan to take over a pair of jeans and a shirt and buy the rest of my clothing while I am there. Those that know how I shop will begin to feel pity for those two articles of clothing, as they should realise that they are bound to get worn for the majority of the trip. Although since I will be surrounded by girls while I am there, I may be able to spare them more contact with my body than is necessary. I am hoping that a gaggle of Louise’s high school friends will equal one Cian. But with an average of tastes. And no dead baby references.

The new Muse album is not as bad as the first single would indicate. In fact it gets downright good by the end few songs, rather than opposite effect observed in the previous album.

I learned that Kane’s car has been put into the panel-beater’s shop as a result of his little sister (now apparently not so little since she is learning to drive) plowing it into their ute. This is a somewhat ironic repeat of Kane’s plowing through the garage doors with his mother’s four wheel drive. Somewhere the driveway/garage God is giggling. Mainly at me because I have to get up earlier to give him a lift. Not that I mind. Natch.

I had better get back to working on the problem of interpreting Bose Bode plots. This doesn’t bode well. Ho ho ho.

*EDIT* Did you know when you spell-check an entry it comes up with an error-like message in red bold lettering saying “No spelling errors found”. Couldn’t it be in nice green with a big tick? I am obliged to put a spellign error in on purpose, as a result of my brain’s equivalence of red with bad.

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