Not my favourite moment in completely not my favourite time of year in a completely ungodly horrible year in anyone's terms anyway.

We are
(a) running remote registration too slowly, because students don't follow instructions, so we have processed a third of our returning student cohort in three weeks and have only a week left to process the other ( Read more... )

I have been working my way gradually around the kitchen cleaning out cupboards and evicting beetles over the last couple of weeks (it's tiring and annoying and I have Zelda to play, so I've been doing it a bit at a time rather than as a single massive clean-up, which possibly means they're moving in behind me as I go, but honestly I can't.) And on ( Read more... )

In the Department of Merry Recursive Circularity, I have spent the last week trying unavailingly to access my French bank account. The house my dad left me in France is too dilapidated for rental, and all my tax payments are automated, so I haven't had to access my bank account in the last year. But now some sort of legislative change (I blame ( Read more... )

Longtime denizens of this blog may remember the supermarket seed promotion thingy a couple of years back, with the magical compressed soil, which gave me one vigorous viola plant and a couple of leggy vegetables which subsequently fell over and died. Not so the viola, which grew happy faces madly all that year, and died back that winter only to ( Read more... )

Oo er time has rather crept up on me again, alas. Featureless lockdown days meander past like lazy insomniac sheep-counting sheep, dozens have ambled hypnotically over the fence before you notice. Although I should add for posterity, and jo&stv, who apparently sit in New Zealand and worry that they have relocated my entire social life to another ( Read more... )

My desk chair arrived! choosing, of course, the one single stretch in the 8 hours of the working day when I was actually on a video call, which I suppose is the Cosmic Wossnames for you, but on the upside it wasn't actually a work call, I was catching up illegally with jo&stv on the grounds of, fuck, I worked one 12-hour Friday and one 7-hour ( Read more... )

I have come to terms with my own faint lack of control over my own limbs, as evinced by various Incidents over the course of my existence, an incomplete and annotated list of which includes:

• that time I completely displaced my kneecap practicing waltz steps in the dorm at youth camp, and had to be driven to hospital in the back of a bakkie over ( Read more... )

ah, Dear Little Students. This afternoon's gem: cannot log onto the student database, because she's forgotten her login details, therefore massive panic about submitting a curriuclum change form by today's deadline. Is emailing me from her university email, which... uses exactly the same username and password as the student database. I have gently ( Read more... )

Today I discovered that Codsworth doesn't charge if you've taken his dustbin out, as his butt then sticks into the air and he can't hit the charger connections properly. HOWEVER! Should Pandora, for example, in pursuit of her ongoing campaign of Dominating Codsworth, choose to sit down firmly upon him as he reclines on the charger in a butt-in-air ( Read more... )

I am charmed enough by Codsworth that he's busy vaccuming again, although strictly speaking only certain parts of the house need it. (He is doing so without benefit of top hat, alas, as he knocks it off when he goes under furniture. I think I need a bowler hat decal of some sort). A few minutes ago I wandered into the living room to find no visual ( Read more... )