World = Small

As I type this, I am sitting at the stage door of the Canberra Theatre. Tonight, a troupe of Chinese Acrobats will amaze and astound a rapt audience. And the acrobats will be eating a specially-catered meal. I know this becuase I just held the door open for the caterer to drop off his stuff.

Flashback to last night where my mum and dad shouted Carmen, Cal and myself to dinner as sort of "congratulations for gettin the MA done" thing. We went to the Malaysian/Chinese restaurant at the Chisholm shops and it was bloody fantastic! San Bow (I think) Duck, Prawn Massmun, Honey and Sweet Chilli Chicken and Boxing chicken. Mmmm... one of the best Asian meals I've had in ages, and it was all served rapidly (for the most part) and piping hot.

Flashback even further (like, around 4 years) to the Bamboo production of "Twelfth Night". One day, between shows, about 15 of us went to the Belconnen food court and had a banquet meal put on by the Yum Cha stall.

So where am I going with this? Well, the caterer, the owner of the restaurant from last night and the owner of the Yum Cha stall from ages ago were all the same person! How cool is that? Wish I was working tonight, too. I'd try and scrounge some food. :)

Oh, and a big shout out to Tim and Charlotte who went and got one of my figures off lay-by at Dee's to congratulate me for finishing my MA. THANKS GUYS!!! Totally, completely out of the blue and totally, completely awesome! :)

Don't these people know?

What not to do on TV in the 1960s? Wear a red shirt and go on an away mission.

What not to do on TV in the 1970s? Go to a M*A*S*H unit with a sad story and a sweetheart back home.

What not to do on TV in the 1980s? Assume that a rag tag bunch of misfits - including a bling-laden ex-wrestler and a mad person - are a push-over in a fight.

What not to do on TV in the 1990s? Wear a yellow shirt and go on an away mission.

What not to do on TV on the 2000s? Be in the teaser on "House".

Or, alternately, go into the jungle on "Lost" if you aren't a crazy French chick or have had less than two flashbacks.

Seriously, man. Don't do it.

Can my days get any better?

Master? In.
Job search? Interview on Tuesday.
Living with Carmen? Happening as of the 20th. And now Michelle Rodriguez, one of the hottest chicks in the known universe, has joined the cast of "Lost". Oh happy day. All they have to find now is maybe Pauley Perrette and Alyson Hannigan turning up as a couple of travelling Desert Eagle saleswomen who know kung fu. J.J.? Are you paying attention to this?

Boo-yah!!!

Forgot to mention yesterday, but I PUT IN MY MA YESTERDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

WOOT!
SQUEE!
YAHOO!
BANZAI!
etc.
etc.

Icons Icons Icons!

Went looking for icons because... well, 'cause I felt like it. Found some awesome ones at Oni Comics.

Tee-hee!

It's totally snowing outside my window right now! How cool is that?

Book 31

"The Justice Game" by Geoffrey Robertson

As you probably already guessed, Carmen slung this one my way when she was finished and I was most impressed. I have rarely (if ever) read a book and felt leftious indignation, but I certainly did while reading this one. Not directed at the Honorable Mr Robertson, but rather at the Judges and their attitudes in England in the 70s... and it was a great book and you should all read it but right now the print room just called and my Masters is bound and ready to pick up so I'm outta here!

Five silks out of five for "The Justice Game"....

Que dia tenia!

Started the morning with heading into Woden for my job test thingy (a reading and comprehension exam about which more later) and grabbed a (very good) coffee at Gaudi. I saw Sofie, whom I haven't seen in ages, and gave her hugs and a quick update on what was happening in my world and then I headed to the testing place. At this point, I realised I had forgotten the extension I needed to call when I got to the testing place and had to ring poor Ratti and wake her up to get it. She was, I must say (and at the risk of turning this blog into a Ratti lovefest) entirely unsnarky at being awoken mere hours after getting to bed and gave me not only the info I needed but genuine good luck wishes too. Y'know, I may have the best housemate ever.

So I did the test, which consisted of 8 questions on a page of text. The subject of the test? That the Industrial Revolution and the mechanisation of labour have done very little to substantively alter the domestic and working situation of the average woman. A little light reading, as it were. I rattled off what I hope were the right answers. Something about how it's a good job that they haven't changed, cause if women get payed the same and offered the same jobs as us, emlpoyers may find out how lazy and shiftless we men are and take all the jobs. I should be hearing back from IP some time this week, a practically unheard-of timeframe for Public Service jobs or so I'm told. I guess they're just in a rush to empoloy me.Who can blame them, eh?

Now I'm at Uni printing out my thesis to copy, bind and submit. What's the internet term again? Ah, yes. That's right;

SQUEE!!! :) :) :) :)

Once that's done, I'm going home to pack for the move in 10 days.

I do hope I get to relax some time soon...

Woot to Nth power!

All hail the wonderful Ratti! She hath fixed the print-layout-fuckup! All hail!

[cue Spaced happy music and walking through the streets scene.]

Of course, the fact that I'm in my pyjamas and dressing gown might make that look a bit surreal, but there ye go.

Yay Ratti!!

Oh yeah! Oh yeah!

I've got me a Masters Thesis! That's right, baby, 246 pages of academic rigor and exciting and original creative writing all from my little brain! Yippee!!

I wanted to hand it in today, but the frickin' thing wouldn't print properly (for various reasons). This is especially a bugger because if I'd handed it in today it would've been AN ENTIRE DAY EARLY!

Still, not to grumble. It's done. It's on me laptop... and me USB watch... and me SD card... four different computers at Uni... I am NOT taking the risk that my laptop will get nicked again. Even if it is only an issue, re; masters, for another eighteen hours or so. There will be no chances taken!

Wingardium leviosa!

I been gacking.

Gryffindor! The Sorting Hat has spoken! You've got 80 House Points!

Head of House: Professor McGonagall House Colors: Scarlett and Gold House Animal: Lion Gryffindor made his choices of students based on Bravery. A little knowledge, however, did go a long way with him. You are a very brave person indeed, always willing to help out a friend, or innocent bystander who is in need... or anyone who is in need mostly. I salute you. Gryffindor is known mainly for it's heroic members... HUZZAH! Great deeds await you in this house. Some students from Gryffindor house are Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 90% on House Points

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Where's the other shoe?

Seriously. What the hell is going on here?

Here's my week to date;

• We signed the lease today, so as of the 15th (well, the 20th, really) Carmen and I will be living together (with Ratti joining us until she can afford her own place).


• I can got a call back from a job I applied for ages ago and I've made it through to the next round.


• I finished the latest (hopefully last) draft of my exegesis thingy and not only is it 1700 words over the minimum, it's actually not that bad.

So what's going on? Where's the badness? I'm starting to get paranoid over here!