This Is Not....

... a good time for blogging. Or reading blogs. Or surfing the 'net. Or reading comic books. My second essay, on ideology and its use in propaganda and advertising, is due this weekend, and I'm procrastinating. I know nothing about Marxist theory.

Instead, I'm getting very excited because TINA (This is Not Art) fest is only 6 days away. Mostly going for the Student Media Conference, and because lipmag (ie. Rachel) is speaking on a few panels (I don't do public speaking - just pub-speak). But the art and the daggy-gorgeous fashion and the alcholic ginger beer and the music and the parties ... it will be fun fun fun.

I'm mixing cds for the 6-hour road trip - 8 if you include all the toilet breaks Rachel makes me take. Iron bladder versus swiss cheese bladder, makes for an interesting travel duo. Music is yet another challenge as she likes Ani and I love Maynard.

the end is nigh

tomorrow is d-day and i've gone into the field without any ammo. the mission could fail...

the only thing that can save us now is a sick-day.

premature education

I haven't yet finished my first uni assignment and already I'm thinking about cracking a new bottle and putting my feet up.

trivial friday

lately the Rainman and I are hooked on boardgames. is it a hibernation thing? a fad that's going around like the flu? an alternative to the friday drinking games we usually play, bouncing a ten cent piece into a glass with precision and class? the latter is an old-time tradition we've upheld for years and still comes to the fore when we can no longer read the small print. i suspect tonight will be no different - only the flavours change.

Bourbon or Scotch?

sneaky

sneaking home at lunchtime to play with my puppy... and taking the work car.

trouble seems to follow me everywhere

i'm in the precarious situation of being expected to rat on my co-workers. i don't really know how i got dragged into this. they don't get along. the new girl wants to do things her way. the girl who used to sit there did things differently. and she's the possessive type. i don't care how things are done 'round here, just as long as i get my supplies on time, and as long as i don't have to tell tales to the boss.

just when i thought things were going to get better now Letch is gone, we enter the conflict zone once more.

extasy

when i come home from work each day, my dog is so happy to see me his whole body wags - not just his tail. like an epileptic fit while standing.

not tonight dear

forget trying to study after several glasses of red. it's just not going to happen tonight. instead, just look at the pictures and try not to knock the glass over.

name that tune

or rather, name the song this line comes from...

We knew all the answers
and we shouted them out like anthems

it's just one of those lines that's been stuck in my head ever since I heard it - on Fashion TV of all places