I have my viva on Wednesday and am subsequently chewing holes through my beautifully manicured, electric-blue fingernails. The thought of sitting in a room for 30 minutes having my work ripped a new one before my very eyes, and then having to defend that work, does not sit well with me. How exactly does one prepare for a viva, other than re-read ( Read more... )

I handed in my project today!! After yesterday, which was so stressful I could have bitten through the keyboard, it is an enormous relief to have the fucking thing done.

Everyone on my flist has been waxing lyrical about the new Star Trek film, and I was concerned this was going to be another Watchmen: everyone loves it but me. But hark! it was ( Read more... )

I am thisclose to putting my head through the fucking monitor as my Barnsley prerogative demands, all thanks to Excel. Was there ever such a useless faffing inoperable unintuitive cunting bastard programme ever invented? Words can't express my rage right now, the only thing that could is the aforementioned cranium-induced violence.No one would miss ( Read more... )

My knowledge of Scrubs is not comprehensive, but I've seen enough episodes to know that a) the early series are awesome, b) the later series suck smegma-encrusted dick, and c) I want a Dr Cox. Or possibly to be a Dr Cox. Occasionally, those two things are hard to distinguish. I love Cox because he's a bit like House, except he has a social ( Read more... )