Bleeeerch

Dec. 2nd, 2008 10:27 pm
clappamungus: (Douse)
I'm drinking instant coffee.

INSTANT. COFFEE.

I feel as though my insides have been desecrated.

And yet, if I do not drink this vile stuff, I will fall asleep through sheer boredom.

This paper I'm writing is almost as bad as writing/correcting my thesis. Funnily enough, it's on work I did for my PhD.

You never actually accomplish anything. The past keeps on coming back to bite you in the arse.

And then you remember that in the past, you had to drink instant coffee as well, and it's even more depressing that you appear to be regressing.

And then you realise you're referring to yourself in the third second person, and procrastinating, and you decide to get the fuck back on with things.
clappamungus: (Douse)
...actually, I don't.

Microsoft Excel can fucking chew me. HARD.

Ah geez.

Apr. 22nd, 2007 07:37 pm
clappamungus: (Classic *head-desk*)
I'm looking in the "Lucky Dip" folder.

God help me...

EDIT Ah crap. I'm onto "Lucky Dip 2"

EDIT the 2nd FUUUUCK! I should have called them "Unlucky Dip."

*Wail*

Mar. 25th, 2007 01:31 pm
clappamungus: (Emogency)
ARGH!!

Why brain dumb today?

Why?

Need brain to work while reading over completed Lit Review of DoomTM

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BLARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ETA I think I'm inhabiting [livejournal.com profile] rin_tin_tin_'s world, where inanimate objects try to murder you: the back of my chair just collapsed. Knew I should have exercised more these past few months...
clappamungus: (Default)
The *I read* meme. )

For some reason I'm finding it quite hard to motivate myself. All I want to do today is stay at home in my jocks and watch Star Trek. This would be a really bad idea. Not just because I have so much work to do, but because I'm in danger of becoming a hermit. Getting up at 10 doesn't help either... I need some exercise. My beer gut's attempting to take over my entire body, like some sort of parasitic growth.

OK. Motivation. Shower-ation. Go to the lab. Extract DNA. Write some sections. Etc etc etc...

Feckit.

Jan. 11th, 2007 03:06 am
clappamungus: (Emogency)
It's past 3am. I'm going home now. The oration can shove it up its arse.

The End.

EDIT Well, not quite. It's now 5.20 am. I'm home. I can't sleep. WONDERFUL.

Fucking stupid metabolism/sleep patterns of freaking doom...
clappamungus: (Default)
I was entertaining the notion of participating in that "take-a-photo-a-day" thingy that [livejournal.com profile] insomnius is involved in (by the way, [livejournal.com profile] insomnius, don't be surprised if one of your random subjects attacks you one day. That guy looked menacing). Strictly speaking, I should have started it yesterday, being the first day of the new year and all, but the hangover said otherwise on New Year's Day.

So this morning I decided to do it. Alas, I looked high and low for Eva's digital camera, but it resisted being found. Then Eva remembered "Oh yeah! It's at Jock's place."

So, no photo-a-day for me. Bugger. Unless I'm even more contrary and start it when I we get the camera back.

WELL THAT WAS INTERESTING! AREN'T YOU ALL FASCINATED AND GLAD THAT YOU WERE PRIVY TO THAT LOAD OF DRIVEL??

Yes, ok, I should be writing my oration. That's what I tried to do today. I failed miserably.

Alright. I'm going to start doing it...

Hey, did you guys know that grilled cheese and Christmas-leftover-ham sandwiches smothered in gourmet hot chilli sauce are the best invention ever? My dinner rocked.

Bugger.

OK, adios.

Really.

ETA: Well, I've done the title slide. Maybe I should go and have a Victory SleepTM.
clappamungus: (Default)
In the lab.

Attempting to make this real-time machine work just one more time.

Wish me luck.

Update

Well. That's it. It's kicked the bucket.

Time to go and acquire consolation foodstuffs.
clappamungus: (Douse)
I hate that real-time PCR machine. I hate it with a passion that a Frenchman could not match.

I have just spent about 6 hours trying to coax that godforsaken hunk of junk into life. I did everything I could think of. I even resorted to alternately speaking to it in soothing tones and threatening it with a mechanical compacting. Nothing. They guy who services it came in just yesterday and replaced...well, pretty much everything in the goddamn instrument. We're talking the laser, motherboard, EVERYTHING.

AND IT'S STILL NOT WORKING AND I FIND THIS OUT AFTER I'VE SET UP THE REACTIONS AND WASTED ABOUT $100 ON REAGENTS, AND IT'S ALMOST CHRISTMAS AND THE CHANCES OF IT GETTING FIXED BEFORE MY ORATION ARE SLIM TO FREAKING NONE!.

FUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'll bet it's the damn computer it's hooked up to. Oh, I'm sorry, did I say "computer"? I meant "abacus."

Screw it. I give up. If I can't get it to work tomorrow it's gonna get a damn good thrashing. I don't care if it's worth (or was worth) half a million freaking dollars, it's worth sweet bugger all if it doesn't work and I feel the need to destroy something inanimate.

...
Oh, and Christmas? Yeah, you, Christmas. It's been a year, hasn't it? Wow. Time flies when everything's shithouse, doesn't it? Here's a suggestion...WHY DON'T YOU GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE???

Bah humbug and may all mankind fester in the do-do of our own making.
clappamungus: (Blackadder)
Some people have way too much time on their hands.

And he's a do-gooder. Wanker.

Back to analysing real-time PCR data which appears to have bent me over and sodomised me hard.
clappamungus: (Douse)
You know you're in trouble when you're listening to Fear Factory and you're still having trouble staying awake, let alone focussed.

Oh god, when will this data analysis/experimentation ever end?

Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm whingeing again. Bite me, the lot a' youse. You try editing and BLASTing 92 sequences (many of which are shite) and see how cheerful you stay. And this is only the beginning. Just like whats-er-name sang....

I'll see you all sometime next frigging year, at this rate.
clappamungus: (Douse)
Here's a tip for you.

If you're going to put an Intel chip in your MacBooks, why don't you develop the freaking software that will allow the user of the MacBook to use the fucking thing as efficiently as possible, rather than emulating the OS X environment through Rosetta and thus making everything as slow as my bloody Pentium 2 Toshiba and about as reliable?!!!?!??!?!?!?!?!?

Jesus. I know nothing about computers but I know that the former would have been more useful to customers of the Apple brand.

...

Yes. It has been a frustrating day. No Victory SleepTM for me tonight. I'll be up all night trying to write the rest of this damned chapter.
clappamungus: (Blackadder)
I just realised that I haven't had a smoke since Sunday afternoon.

And, what's even more amazing - I don't particularly feel like one.

Well, that's a lie. I wouldn't mind one now that I've thought about it, but it's not like I'm sitting here chewing my fingernails for want of one. How odd, considering that I'm having a "Science Sucks!" day.
clappamungus: (Douse)
Eva's not at home, so I have no excuse. I must start writing The Thesis. Oh dear God.

I know I've built this molehill into a goddamn mountain range...but...

Observe the PhD lab-books:
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I must start wading through these. Now.

I must get off LJ and start writing.

Argh.

I must not go to [livejournal.com profile] mstakenidentity's place and drink wine.



Resolve is such an interesting concept....

Hmmmmm.

Sep. 22nd, 2006 03:50 pm
clappamungus: (Default)
Well. The Departmental Inquisition wasn't so bad.

Interesting.

Definitely interesting.

But not so bad.

I may have a lot to think about over the next week. And I may even start.....(drum roll please) START WRITING MY LIT REVIEW!

Change is evil. Shayne no like change. Change make Shayne a mad boy.....

(Apologies for the boring PhD posts. Actually, no. No apologies. It's my freakin' LJ....by the way, [livejournal.com profile] penelope_jane, your news really sucks hairy dogs' balls.)

Ho hum

Sep. 22nd, 2006 01:32 pm
clappamungus: (The Great Storkening of 2006!)
I'm off at 2 pm to face the Departmental Inquisition.

Yep. It's that meeting - that "very informal meeting; just bring your coffee cup and yourself...oh yes and-any-other-paper-you-may-have-pertaining-to-your-thesis-such-as-a-thesis-outline-and-timeline-and-plan-of-action-and-any-results-and-how-you-plan-to-get-your-sorry-arse-out-of-here-in-time....but really, it's very informal. Don't worry too much about it."

Yeeeeeeah.

Actually, I'm not too worried about it. I'm just pissed off that it's taking time out of my precious day TO GET RESULTS AND THUS GET CLOSER TO LEAVING THIS PLACE!

Grmp.

I'll be in the angry corner.
clappamungus: (Emogency)
Again I'm in the lab and I can hear the frigging birds chirping at false dawn.

My kingdom for a nuclear-powered explosive device...
clappamungus: (Douse)
It's confirmed.

My PhD Oration is on the 19th January.

Now I'm officially terrified.
clappamungus: (Douse)
I am in hell. This is hell. Excel is hell. Hey, it even rhymes. Maybe I'll use it in a song. My emo song of Excel
clappamungus: (Default)
Remember how you found the ratios of C:N:S in casein for me?

Any idea where I can find the same info for humic acids and lignin??

*head-desk*

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