It's really odd and scary to think that the semester's more than two-thirds of the way through. Complete blink of the eye stuff really, but I guess you don't really notice these things when you forgo sleep in favour of energy drinks and time consuming assignments. Actually that lemon V isn't too bad compared to the other fowl tasting concoctions running around right now. I haven't tried the former incarnation of that 'Mother' drink but if a bunch of food scientists had to sacrifice their lives for it, I'm sure most of it is floating around in the bay somewhere energising the water life.
And that brings me conveniently to my design assignment. Segue for the win! We've been through so much of the semester and we've only now just finished our conceptual propositions. This leaves us with about six weeks to come up with a fully realised design, including this midsem break. Slightly worrying in some ways, kinda exciting in others.
On the day of presentation, I was up at Union House for practically the entire day working on my layout. I usually do stuff like this in the labs, but I didn't want to be cooped up away in the labs all day long and I could use the odd distraction instead of going quietly mad in the corner. Even then, time never seems to be long enough to finish anything to complete satisfaction. I began that day at half past eight and finished it at quarter to five, constantly fiddling away at little things here and there - a lot of things need to be taken care of when you're printing something at A1. (I shouldn't know that it's 841 x 594...)
I then buggered off to get it printed but some bright spark had the wisdom to send a massive image file through the default Windows photo and fax viewer. That's apparently very bad news if you happen to be a print server and more often than not end up dying a painful and inconvenient death. This left me with the option of marching down the road to the nearest printers where they charge $25 instead of $10 to $15 at uni. That's some good eating or drinking money there, you know.
Friday is my slacker/stoner day where I do as little as humanly possible. I have one hour of lectures at noon and that's about it; for the rest of the day I lounge around Union House playing cards and talking about awful pop music. However, I did have to attend one of those short essay writing seminars for a short while. In general, I'm pretty confident in my writing skills but it never hurts to remind yourself of what you should be aiming for. One of the tips that was given to us was to avoid using shorthand ala the sublanguage known as netspeak. This got Ken, X and myself into a nice little discussion of how the Battle of Stalingrad might have been expressed by the young historians of today. The thought of Hitler being pwned or warhaxed by the Russians in combat becomes very interesting reading. "I'm in ur base, stealing ur oil" is fun to imagine, now all I need is an image from 'Cats That Look Like Hitler' to complete it all. Go ahead, click on it. Why would I lie about something like this?
And now for your authentic up to date source of last week's news... 'He bowled a wide', according to The Age. Someday I'll look at this post years from now and wonder what the hell I was on about, but I suspect I'll have a similar feeling with everything else I write here...
See you next time when I might find time to bitch about that Kid Rock song. It practically writes itself, you know...