Friday, March 25, 2011
The ladies' toilets in Tennants Bar on Byres Road in Glasgow.
Monday Night. Approximately 9pm.
I enter, have a piddle and wash my hands. As I dry them my eyes land on the Machine. It's the same kind of machine you find in ladies' toilets, in pubs, up and down the country (presumably similar ones exist in the gents).
This one has two options. They are labelled "Fun" and "Regular."
Beneath the label "Fun" is another label advertising Durex Pleasure Max.
Beneath "Regular? "...Tampax Regular.
I shall try to get photographic evidence, but exams mean it may be a while before I enter a pub again.
Friday, March 11, 2011
I have updated my "Friends" section with some new links. This is intended to entertain anyone who still feels the need to procrastinate after having read whatever it is I'm going on about this time.
Anyway, I now have links to,
- Gav's vimeo account. Gav is my flat mate and makes some rather entertaining films. You should go watch them.
- Freya's sketch blog. Freya is an animation student at Dundee, this blog is for her sketches, most of which are really rather funny.
- Brian's blog. Thought-provoking stuff from a physics phd student.
Hopefully these will provide a pleasant distraction. Enjoy.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Scientists like to use acronyms as often as they can. It makes them sound like they know even more than they actually do (an impressive feat, no doubt). After all, if there's so little space left in your brain that you need to use only the first letters of words then either your brain is very full or very small. Or both.
Of course, I'm being a little unkind. It is often just easier and faster to remember things as acronyms, but their use can lead to confusion.
For example, I sent an email to one of my lecturers a few weeks ago. I was asking about Summer work and attached a copy of my CV. He replied promptly, letting me know what was available and suggesting that I meet with a couple of people to get more details. He added a postscript.
"P.S: Didn't know you belonged to the secret fellowship of LiaL ..."
LiaL? What on Earth is LiaL? I had no idea, so I was both confused and worried. Had I accidentally lied to him? I read back over my email, LiaL didn't feature. No words that could make up LiaL featured.
I turned to google. Google was not useful, Lial is a name of a person and the name of a place. It is also used by Legal Informatics at Liverpool, but I definitely hadn't claimed to be involved in that. Also, Lithium Aluminium alloys exist, which wasn't useful either.
Maybe it was code for something weird? Loosely Arranged Indented Lines? Long armed integrated Labradors? Lial? Come on!
I read back over my CV, maybe it was something I'd forgotten about. Right at the bottom I found it, Lab in a Lorry. The volunteer scheme for demonstrating science experiments to school kids. Obviously. Not that it's a "secret fellowship," of course.
Couldn't he have just said so?
Sunday, March 06, 2011
I lead a happy life. I daydream constantly, I bake exciting cakes, I dance in my kitchen, I take regular naps, I drink wine. Sometimes I even find money that I thought I had spent in my pockets.
It's not that I don't worry about things, just that my worries are usually minor. I worry that I won't be able to decide what to wear. I worry that I'll run out of money before I kill my liver - or that I'll kill my liver before I manage to bankrupt myself (there's some hefty bets on whether my liver or my bank balance will fail first, and all of them are rigged).
Over the past few days though, I have had some real concerns to contend with. Firstly, the exam period starts in six weeks. Sorry, I'll say that again. The exam period starts in six weeks. That is not a very long time for a person who expects to have to sit 10 exams, especially when she doesn't feel like she knows enough to sit even one exam yet.
Secondly, I have a cold. My face has been leaking almost constantly for the past 72 hours. I am a disgusting mess. I am also slightly surprised that I haven't simply shrivelled up through dehydration. Fortunately I have avoided looking like a sultana so far, but being bundled up in blankets and clutching (adorable, floral, Kath Kidston) tissues isn't a great look either.
The run-up to exams means that posting here will become less frequent. I probably do have the time to write the odd thing, but when you're stuck indoors studying atomic systems all day very few entertaining things occur. As always, I won't write if I have nothing to write about.
In the meantime, I demand your pity. Send it to the usual address.
Thursday, March 03, 2011
We have just been given our new lease. It's boring, because it's a legal document. However, along with the lease we have been provided with some fire safety information. This I feel I should share. It's important that people know - I wouldn't want to be responsible for anyone burning to death. So, here's a few of the choice "Risks of Fire" that my landlord thought we ought to know about.
This is all completely genuine. I am not making any of it up, just copying directly from the document.
Smoking: If possible, do not smoke inside especially if you are drunk or on drugs. Do not smoke in bed and make sure your cigarette is properly extinguished before you go to sleep.
Candles: Keep candles away from flammable surfaces such as curtains, TV sets or bath tubs and NEVER leave them unattended. Always extinguish them properly before going to sleep.
Doors: Keep ALL doors closed at all times.
Wow, I never knew doors could be so dangerous. I'd best make sure never to open them, in case they burst into flames. I suppose that means I'll just have to stay in my room forever now.
Wednesday, March 02, 2011
I got a haircut yesterday afternoon. My hairdresser is not punctual, but I like my cut, so I forgive him. However, while I was waiting I was given two cups of tea, and before I left the flat I'd had a pint of water. By the time my cut was done Nature was calling and, being a woman, she can get bitchy when you don't answer her calls.
As I got back to my flat, the situation was getting rather severe. I bounded up the stairs, my hair bouncing cheerfully. I spoke to myself (at reasonable volume) as I ascended two steps at a time, "needawee needawee needawee needawee."
I got to the final flight of stairs and glanced upwards. One of the boys from upstairs was coming down, naturally he had heard my little chant. He met my eye and smirked. I returned his gaze, grinned and winked. I continued on my way,
"needawee needawee needawee."
Before I slammed my door behind me, I heard him laughing. Glad to have made your day Boy From Upstairs. You have my permission to give me a knowing smile the next time we say "hello." I shall return it.