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Well that was not my best day ever. I procrastinated the evening away before starting the assignment and realising the subject outline requested the book to be from UTS library (this is a "bibliographical exercise") so I went to sleep and did the thing this morning. Unfortunately another thing that happened yesterday was my dad taking my student card in order to go to the bank and fix something or other with my account - he set it up as a trust or something when i was fifteen so it's all fucked now that I'm eighteen and I can't do anything with it. Anyway, problem is that my student card is how I get into the library. WHOOPS. Fortunately I was able to get in on a day pass and write the review in a couple of hours, but then it turned out that without a card I couldn't PRINT anything, so I had to trek over to find a photocopy/printing store. Give or take a bit of running back and forth as I realised I'd accidentally saved my assignment on a hard drive at the library instead of my flash drive. Then I took a fast food detour and got into my lecture about fifteen minutes late, which required me to vault over the seats in the back because no aisle seats were left and it was the least conspicuous way to get to the middle of the row.

In related news, my Friday tutor remains the dullest person I know. Her voice literally does have only one tone. The class is punctuated by little blank silences as everyone stares at her and tries to work out what the hell she's trying to ask us. Thank god for "group discussion" - I'd never survive a lecture from her.

EDIT: Dual Bandom and Neil Gaiman fans the world over must have spontaneously exploded today when Neil casually mentioned in his journal that he was in a band in his youth. I wonder what he played? CAN HAS AU TIEM NAU?

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Oh god. I don't know whether to giggle or gibbber. Read this. Later, click through to the pictures linked. AUGH.

i bet you've fed alcohol to your dog, but we just got a robot stoned.

Not News: woodburner totally wins. Her surrealist game is now a training file for Megahal, the AI. It produces stuff like this:

Did she know the destruction she wrought? Does she sorrow or does she not
care, running in the unlit masquerading caverns. Arch and keystone, hollow
and tunnel. Find me in the cold in the spray do not care. Laughter
permeates the clouds, a giraffe knows no clothes but the soul of its
purpose in the mississippi, when everyone is is above the sunlit plains,
surrounded by elephants grazing in the unlit masquerading caverns. Arch
and keystone, hollow and tunnel. Find me in the sunlight.


Guys. We've created an artificial poet on acid.

It's aliiiiiiiiiiiiiive!


ETA: Is anyone thinking what Stan and I are thinking? Cos I'm thinking My Electrolite Romance, or possibly Fall Out Computer.

Jackdaw, the last of the plethora boy you know as your own pain, the rest
is of the air and bit into it, it tasted like failed dreams and girls in
white dresses, there were seven in the unlit masquerading caverns. Arch
and keystone, hollow and tunnel. Find me in the dusk and the vacuum?

I just need to find a random music generator...