all I know is that all around the nation/the boys are crying and the girls are masturbating

Before I get down to my post about the Official welcome to UTS yesterday I've gotta tell you guys that the Internet Is Awesome today. Everything I have seen online this evening has made me squee. Some excerpts!

I sadly missed both Good News Week and Supernatural but was linked to this youtube clip which combined the two in the best possible way. Oh Jensen Ackles. Oh, Loincloth Jesus. Hotness + Mockery can never go wrong.

Mozart vs Bond is just cool.

Meanwhile the Anonymous War on Scientology has staged worldwide protests - I loved this one (it also links to a page on the Sydney protest).

Slightly less than awesome, but I found out that the random girl who took a photo of us at the club was somewhat less than random. It turns out clubs have these people to wander around and take pictures of party-goers - who knew? It's predictably terrible, as dancing is all about movement and still shots inevitably catch you in the stupidest possible position. Also we all look high, but I assure you that's only Justin (the guy with magenta hair).

Onwards!

Tertiary Verse, Same As The First?

O Week, for those not In The Know, is short for Orientation Week, a sort of hi this is your uni there's the bucket now go meet people event. That week is actually next week, and at UTS it is more accurate to refer to it as "O Day" because it's actually just Wednesday. The rest of the week, however, is devoted to the provision of Helpful Lectures^TM such as Academic Language And You - We Give A Fuck About The Oxford Comma and Excel, More Excel, Advanced Excel and Super Saiyan Excel Virtuoso X Treme. This week is split between various sessions of Official Welcomes for all new students, one of which I attended on Monday.

I headed over to the uni with yet another example of facial punctuation (dare I say punktuation?)¹. The session was hard to miss what with the flock of Peer Networkers in bright orange T shirts waving at us manically and forming a sort of guard of honour pointing towards the Great Hall. There my soon-to-be fellow students and I were greeted by a bearded eccentric old man in a strange robe who gave us this magical talking hat... by which I mean, we milled around until the orange shirts directed us into orderly rows of chairs and a disembodied voice asked us to rise and welcome the Official Party.

( At this point I began to experience a sort of deja vu... )