The university, it eats our brains

[hawkwing_lb]

Back at college as of yesterday, with the oh-so-wonderful oxygen-deprived hour-each-way commute (egads I hate all the people, so many people, all crammed in at once so you just can't breathe [and no I'm not claustrophobic - except with lots of people in a very small space]).

College. Yep. Expect limited coherence from me in the near future (not that I was all that coherent before).

Have broadband now, which is kind of cool.

Oh, and the seven quirks meme caught my eye. Can't remember where I saw it first (did warn you. University eats brains), but here goes:

Seven quirks (you really don't need to know) of mine:

1. Unless I have a very good reason to be dressy, I wear track trousers and t-shirt. Jeans and t-shirt if I'm feeling like a little bit more effort.

2. I do not wear skirts. Not ever. When I had to wear skirts as part of a school uniform, I dealt with it, but. Not. Ever. Voluntarily. Never.

3. I read books in the bathroom. While I'm cleaning my teeth, as well. In fact, that's where the majority of my not-for-college non-fiction gets read.

4. Books. Boooooks. I will go without food and sleep to finish reading a book I enjoy.

5. At home, I have a tendency to walk away from conversations and go do something (get a drink, whatever) in the next room without saying anything. When I come back in, I'll expect take up the conversation where it left off. Improperly socialised, who me?

6. I have to restrain the urge to correct the improper use of apostrophes in public media loudly and with diagrams.*

7. I am inclined to putting my metaphorical foot in my mouth in public converse.

*#6 also applies to homonyms. Which reminds me. In last weekend's Sunday Indo, one of our politicians, writing about the state of the hospital services outside Dublin, said that the depravation was unbelieveable. He used this word several times, speaking about depraved rural areas.

Now, if he was using it sarcastically, I wouldn't mind. But I think the bloke confused himself between deprave and deprive, and forgot that spellcheck is Evil. He's a deprived fellow, truly, to never have met anyone truly depraved.

Comments

[davefreer.livejournal.com]

Monkey philosophy tends to be a bit cart-desian (or plainly Cartesian) I am, therefore I think, except when I don't. The name comes from the early Baen's bar days... when if I recall correctly someone told me to stop aping my betters. To which the reply "But I'm a monkey, aping my betters comes naturally to me." The bar had at that time a severe rash of very pretentious screen-names, you know "High Lady Deliciosa (immediate mental image, 250 pound damsel from London... Ohio, USA, checkout clerk at a dry-cleaning place) or Giant Crystal gryphon (mental image delicately built violet-rinse old duck, with glasses and crochet) or YoungAdonis Lion (55 year old would-be Lothario with BO and body like a tubercular chicken, perma-leer, and overused inflatable date) or Over-Admiral Lord Blood-and-Steel (Private, second class, catering corps, Fort Bragg) and overabundance of dragons etc. (Chuckle) While I guess it is fairly harmless, and these depraved... deprived folk enjoyed their little bit of fantasy, it was getting to the point where they took it and themselves entirely too seriously. I was raised very in a egalitarian household (which is funny, considering how proud m'great grand was of his royal blood), especially on the Boer side where my maternal grandfather tried to shoot as many poncy gits with gold birdshit making them easy targets as possible, and the Scots side, who were unreformed covenanters. Titles tend to raise my hackles and have me muttering "A man's a man for a' that". So in reaction I decided the name 'monkey' was nicely derogatory and self-depreciating. Besides it is a derogatory racial epithet in some parts. It seemed to upset the far right-wing bigots who were already unsure what shade my skin was (I came from Africa, right? I had to be black). It did seem to have a ripple-effect with names like bananaslug and vorpalbunny and the various bear incarnations coming into play.

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

Yes, yes they did. There were a few names which weren't so high-and-mighty (like brownkitty, and the were-mouse. Then the bears began to make themselves known, and they recruited me into their grumpy ranks. It was hard to resist. Root Bear asked me to be Ginger Bear, and I've always had a fondness for puns. In fact, I'm the only invertebrate bear: I am spinelessly unable to resist puns.

Red Bear, Kodiak, Drop Bear, Green Bear, Gummi Bear, Other Bear...ah, those were the days.

[hawkwing-lb.livejournal.com]

gold birdshit making them easy targets

Yes, officers and gentlemen did seem to set themselves up as sniper-fodder in the old British army, didn't they? :-)

I'm all in favour of equality (at least equality of opportunity). Equal is good. Nobility and such are good for a few things (headlines, paraparazzi feeding, charity), but are fortunately a declining breed in the real world.

Interesting choice, Sir Monkey. Is that doctorship a PhD or MD? :-) :-)

(Lack of coherency tonight should be blamed on lack of sleep)

[etumukutenyak.livejournal.com]

He must be a Pile it Higher and Deeper. ;-)