Newsflash: Some Work Done
Really, I have actually done some work.
Well, as you may have told from the heading and subheading, I have actually done stuff. Well, some stuff. I will now only have to look at the stupid parts of a stupid mechanism for a little longer and then I can look at them in an entirely different way. Ohh, the thrills.
Anyway, it appears that my lecturers feel that my workload was not impossible enough and have dumped yet another assignment on me, so time will again continue to bugger me. I vow at this point to remain as lazy as possible in the face of the adversity of work. Well, at least until I really have to do stuff.
In other news, I am getting rather sick of the amount of crap pouring through my mailbox every day. I always seem to get offers for hair salons with rather fetching females on them with about ten million colours all badly blended into their hair. I get offers to go to nightclubs, where it seems only extremely sleazy looking arshole males are let in as well as females wearing semi transparent shirts, because that’s what the ad shows. I get a really really bad paper written by a bunch of old farts clearly with nothing better to do, and this travesty is the subject of my hatred.
Don’t get me wrong, I admire old people. I admire their wealth of knowledge, their patience (where applicable) and other redeemable qualities. I do however hate their constant ranting, repitition and the need to just talk and talk and talk regardless of whether anyone is actually listening. That sounds like someone else, now that I think of it. Anyway, this particularly badly written newspaper is filled with columns written about politicians and how bad they are. Usually I would applaud this, but it seems to be ranting for rantings sake and nothing more.
I would write a letter into this pathetic mish-mash of slobber inducing crap, but even if it were published, these old obsessive bastards are so sure of what they write, I’d just get a repeat of the same article as a supposed rebuttal. Instead, I take pride in my lack of attack and silently hope that something really bad will happen to such a horrible person.