Dec. 2nd, 2008 10:27 pm
clappamungus: (Douse)
I'm drinking 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: (Default)
I can procrastinate. I'm the procrastinator.

Instead of doing post-supervisor-interference thesis corrections, I cleaned. I can now see the corners of our bedroom. Amazing...I never knew the skirting boards were that colour. And there is a lovely dust-free feel to the place.

Rest assured, those who care: I have done some of the corrections. I just can't bear to do any more right now.

Anyway, I could have done thesis corrections - or watched as Jezzy freaked the hell out when I started using the vacuum cleaner. That funny little bark of "wtf is that thing???" is infinitely amusing. I will never understand why dogs get scared by vacuum cleaners. But it provides many laughs. What's not so amusing is when she keeps stealing stuff and tries to make me chase her around the place to retrieve said stuff. Earth to Jezzy - NOT HAPPENING. *I* am master; you are dog. Get that into your cocker spaniel-corrupted brain.

Time to vacuum the living room.

As you can see, my life is really exciting right now.
clappamungus: (Lab Rats)
Because the thesis corrections are truly making me homicidal (more so than usual):

List, updated, with yet more categories. )

Explanation required. Django Reinhardt was an absolute master jazz guitarist. And the proof:

Anyone can play fast. But they usually need more than two fingers... Forgetting the speed, the guy was a true innovator. Must remember to pick up some of his stuff, which I've been meaning to do for years. And one can't forget his co-lead, Stéphane Grapelli. Unfortunately I don't have enough knowledge of great violinists to make up such a list, although Martin Hayes would sure as hell be right up there if I did.

Now. Back to Thesis Corrections of Ball-Breaking DoomTM. Bugger.
clappamungus: (Classic *head-desk*)
It's past 3 in the morning.

I just spent about an hour fixing up yet another fuck-up by moi.

Kill me. Now.
clappamungus: (Default)
As much as I love my trusty hunk-of-junk car, Rusty, and as much character as she has, I'll also be so glad to one day drive a car whose:

* shocks and suspension don't creak and groan with every turn of the wheel
* idea of acceleration is not: "Oh, I don't think so, sweetheart. I'm not meant for this velocity. I'm too old!"
* de-mister and heater actually work, rather than producing a horrible burning smell and somehow making the engine emit weird noises too (this was especially pertinent this morning. Driving blind is not fun. I keep a rag in the car to wipe the windows - actually, no. It's worse than that. I use a sanitary pad. No, not one that's been "pre-loved", you idiots)
* consumption of petrol is appropriate to its engine capacity (my 4-cylinder car should NOT be using the same amount as a 6-cylinder)
* speakers aren't totally crapped out and making horrible static-y noises.
* (a cd player would be nice too. Tape deck?? Wtf?)

Yes, I know that if I serviced her more regularly and fixed up those problems, Rusty would run fine.

(a) she's not worth it. She's a '91 Camry!
(b) I don't have the money (which ties in very closely to (a) )
(c) The above plan is my Future plan. It might have no bearing in reality. I will probably be stuck with Rusty for a while. God, two years off 30 and I've never bought a car. Some might call that being lucky, I suppose.

....yes, I'm at the office, writing my thesis. How did you know?????


Jun. 29th, 2007 04:06 pm
clappamungus: (Emogency)
Dear brain,

For god's sake, boy, SWITCH ON! I NEED YOU NOW!


clappamungus: (Douse)
...actually, I don't.

Microsoft Excel can fucking chew me. HARD.


Jun. 26th, 2007 04:22 pm
clappamungus: (Emogency)
Dear thesis,

Thanks to you, my back (upper and lower) is a complete mess. I'll probably be hunched over for the rest of my life.

Eat me.


[ profile] clappamungus.
clappamungus: (Dream Theater)
* The new Dream Theater album Systematic Chaos = almost 80 minutes of head-banging, awe-inspiring proggy metal ecstasy. Unfortunately, I am listening through crappy earphones with Thesis Editing of No, Really, GAAAAAH!!!!TM in front of me, so my "enjoyment" of both is being somewhat compromised ("Enjoyment" being the operative term for the thesis).

* The iTunes equalizer sucks dogs' balls. Seriously. The preamp settings are either too loud and distorted or just not freaking loud enough. And don't even get me started on the presets. Obviously designed by someone with no idea about how music is supposed to sound.

* [ profile] rin_tin_tin_ - sorry I didn't reply to your SMS. No, not tonight. In fact, probably not until we come back from OS, to be frank with you!

That is all.
clappamungus: (Drawn Together - Toot)
[ profile] moosehead_beer, you are an evil bastard.

...and the Materials and Methods continue to roger me hard. But I am past caring...
clappamungus: (Lab Rats)
Try typing this fast:

Disodium 2-chloro-5-(4-methoxyspiro{1,2-dioxetane-3,2’-(5’-chloro)tricyclo[3,3,1,13,7]decan}-4-yl)-1-phenylphosphate

Thank god there's a commercial abbreviation...

(And no, I didn't type it out here. Do I look insane?


OK, the fact that I'm posting this is evidence that I am, in fact, insane. Not to mention I'm listening to Metallica's James Hetfield sing about how he's fucked this, that, and a schoolgirl's twat [pronounced as in "splat," which I find bizarre]. And I know all the lyrics. I've listened to this song way too many times...)
clappamungus: (Stewie dance)
Capitalism rocks. When you have the dosh.

Eva and I are the proud owners of a new iPod. Yes, I know. I've always said, "I'm never getting an iPod, fuck that, iPods are the latest fashion accessory along with those hideous Paris Hilton dogs and showers." But yes, I capitulated and bought one. We also got one of those radio transmittery thingos that you plug into your iPod which lets you play it through a radio.

Mnyees. I is good at teknolojical speek.

Anyway, we got this piece of popular junk because when we are overseas, I want to listen to music. I listen to many many CDs. We cannot bring them all, or we'd need another suitcase. Thus, the iPod. And the radio transmittery thingo negates the need for a CD player in my car. And it enables the playing of music of goodness over a radio anywhere, anytime. It'll be worth all the craplola I went through to get it, too.

I also have the new Dream Theater CD. Oh yes. It is shiny and new, I haven't played it yet because I've been too busy stroking the CD case writing my thesis...yeah.

So, without further ado, back to it. The thesis, I mean.
clappamungus: (Douse)
So here I am at my computer in my corral in the office. Writing. Getting somewhere...

At least, I was. And then the goddamn alarm to the building started going off EVERY 2 FUCKING MINUTES!!!!!!!!!

Unbelievable. Why it's doing this, I have no idea. No one's trying to break in. I've checked. It's obviously malfunctioning as it...OH FUCK THERE IT GOES AGAIN!!!...sounds very sick. Think Jimi Hendrix feedback reversed and dragged out even further than it was in Star Spangled Banner. That's fine if Jimi's doing it, but not when a sick alarm's doing it...

If I have to listen to it one more time I'm going to crack the sads in a major way. Therefore I'm capitulating and going home to write there.

I'll update properly when I have the time/inclination.
clappamungus: (Kill Him!)
[ profile] jpom40 asked me an interesting question yesterday. If I were Dante, who would inhabit my levels of hell?

Well, I know who would be in the level where people are flayed alive for eternity:

All the bastards who ever had anything to do with the design of Adobe Photoshop, Illustrator or Acrobat.

clappamungus: (Lab Rats)
I seem to remember doing this infernal meme already. Oh well. It's a good 5 minute break, and I'm almost done on the intro to the DNA Extraction Section of Who Gives A Shit?nessTM

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 23.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next three sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favourite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST.
6. Tag five other people to do the same.

It happens to be an Immunology/Virology PhD thesis. Oh joy.

The hexameric form of rat MBP resembles Clq , and when bound by carbohydrate ligands, has been shown to bind to the Clr2s2 proenzyme complex to initiate activation of the classical pathway without the involvement of Clq (Ota et al., 1990; Lu et al., 1990). Recent studies by Matsushita and Fujita described a novel Clr/Cls-like serine protease designated MASP (MSB-associated serine protease) which is normally complexed with MBP in the serum (Matsushita and Fujita, 1992). Upon binding of MBP-MASP complexes to suitable ligands, the MASP is activated to mediate C1-independent activation of C4, and hence the classical pathway of complement (Matsushita and Fujita, 1992)

Wow. I thought my thesis was shit boring. Then again, this one won the Chancellor's prize so it must have been good.

I one. Can't be arsed.

Back to it, biatches.

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."
clappamungus: (Lab Rats)
I'm tired. I'm hungry. I'm cranky as hell.

But at least I got stuff done today. Even with a fair amount of procrastination, I managed to get a real meaty chunk of this infernal chapter done. And funnily enough, it's not boring me to tears yet. Although I figure all these thesis-related posts are boring all of you to tears, but meh. It's my WhineJournalTM, so get knotted, the lot of you. :P

So. Off home, to eat dinner, read the paper, and to have a well-deserved Victory SleepTM.
clappamungus: (Kill Him!)
My urge to kill has never been so strong.

Potential targets? Well, I can think of a few off the top of my head...

I'd settle for that cocksucker who invented T-RFLP.

Actually, no, then I'd want every complete and utter prick who ever wrote, or had anything to do with the writing and/or designing of anything Adobe related.

Maybe throw in my supervisor for good measure. He, the amazing disappearing Kiwi who never returns emails!

And...yeah, why not. Bill Gates. Why the hell not. A do-gooder capitalist. Yep, that rounds off the list quite fucking nicely, thank-you-very-much.

Oh, I forgot. Steve Jobs. Can't forget that son of a bitch.
clappamungus: (Skeleton rockin' the fuck out)
What Be Your Nerd Type?
Your Result: Musician

Doo doo de doo waaaa doo de doo! (<-- That's you playing something.) Everyone appreciates the band/orchestra geeks and the pretty voices. Whether you sing in the choir, participate in a school/local band, or sit at home writing music, you contribute a joy to society that everyone can agree on. Yay! Welcome to actually doing something for poor, pathetic human souls. (Just kidding.)

Science/Math Nerd
Literature Nerd
Drama Nerd
Gamer/Computer Nerd
Social Nerd
Anime Nerd
Artistic Nerd
What Be Your Nerd Type?
Quizzes for MySpace


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

Why brain dumb today?


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

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ETA I think I'm inhabiting [ 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...


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