Last night I went with SUTEKH (not quite sure what the acronym stands for, but it's a bunch of sci-fi nerds at uni) to watch a screening of Serenity, the movie made as a spin off from the Firefly tv series. Although I'd seen it before, it was excellent the second time around, and SUTEKH people are fantastic. I knew one guy, and one girl there, but, following the grand tradition of nerds everywhere, they were incredibly welcoming and trying to be your best friend about a minute after meeting. One of them summed up what they were all about quite nicely:
'We're just a bunch of people, half of whom are incredibly socially inept and shy, and never spoke to anyone, the other half of whom are also socially inept, but love to jump around being idiots, and the extroverted jumping people talk for the shy people, and everyone's happy.' It struck me that a lot of my friends are like this...
Apart from that, I've been doing extreme thesis-writing (1000 words a day seems extreme, now) because it's due in four weeks. My supervisor chose this moment to be stuck in London due to the flight delays at Heathrow. My editor at the Canberra Times chose this moment to dump a bunch of books on me and say 'I want something on the Melina Marchetta book sometime this week'. My mother chose this week to nag me to apply for various jobs. (Maybe spending last night watching Serenity wasn't the world's greatest idea?)
More dauntingly, the head of the Old and Medieval Irish department at University College Cork is giving a talk tomorrow at USYD, and I'm going to meet her to talk about applying to study for my phD with her next year. Wish me luck!
'We're just a bunch of people, half of whom are incredibly socially inept and shy, and never spoke to anyone, the other half of whom are also socially inept, but love to jump around being idiots, and the extroverted jumping people talk for the shy people, and everyone's happy.' It struck me that a lot of my friends are like this...
Apart from that, I've been doing extreme thesis-writing (1000 words a day seems extreme, now) because it's due in four weeks. My supervisor chose this moment to be stuck in London due to the flight delays at Heathrow. My editor at the Canberra Times chose this moment to dump a bunch of books on me and say 'I want something on the Melina Marchetta book sometime this week'. My mother chose this week to nag me to apply for various jobs. (Maybe spending last night watching Serenity wasn't the world's greatest idea?)
More dauntingly, the head of the Old and Medieval Irish department at University College Cork is giving a talk tomorrow at USYD, and I'm going to meet her to talk about applying to study for my phD with her next year. Wish me luck!