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Except there's still not much news here. I'll run through it all quickly...
1. There's vacancies for an Advanced Diploma in Library and Information Services course. Yay! Two Wednesdays hence, I shall attempt to apply, and then possibly become a librarian. Or a library superheroine, with superpowers relating to patron fines and Library of Congress classifications. I shall fight injustice by labelling books with arcane codes of letters, leaving the bandits of Dewey Decimal dazed and confused while helping innocent folk to find information and resources they need.
I think this means I'll need to be bitten by a genetically-engineered radioactive mutant book that's taken super-novel serum, has a spine reinforced with obscure metals and was soaked through with gamma rays while it was too close to a space accident that made it build a powered suit to survive.
2. I made an icon! Whee!
3. Still no zero-gravity sex. At this rate, there'll be a hundred search results on Google for the phrase 'zero-gravity sex', each pointing to an explanation in my journal for the sustained non-existence of zero-gravity sex. It's not my fault! Even Gneil can take months to write sex, and his has gravity. Still, the sooner I write zero-gravity sex, the sooner I can stop talking about zero-gravity sex.
4. I might be going to Sydney tomorrow. Three hours down, to keep my mother company on the way to see off a friend of the family who's going to New Zealand. And then, three hours back. If this does, in fact, happen, then there will be an unexplained homicide in the middle of the airport if there's no way to get a pot of tea before coming back.
And that's about it for now.
1. There's vacancies for an Advanced Diploma in Library and Information Services course. Yay! Two Wednesdays hence, I shall attempt to apply, and then possibly become a librarian. Or a library superheroine, with superpowers relating to patron fines and Library of Congress classifications. I shall fight injustice by labelling books with arcane codes of letters, leaving the bandits of Dewey Decimal dazed and confused while helping innocent folk to find information and resources they need.
I think this means I'll need to be bitten by a genetically-engineered radioactive mutant book that's taken super-novel serum, has a spine reinforced with obscure metals and was soaked through with gamma rays while it was too close to a space accident that made it build a powered suit to survive.
2. I made an icon! Whee!
3. Still no zero-gravity sex. At this rate, there'll be a hundred search results on Google for the phrase 'zero-gravity sex', each pointing to an explanation in my journal for the sustained non-existence of zero-gravity sex. It's not my fault! Even Gneil can take months to write sex, and his has gravity. Still, the sooner I write zero-gravity sex, the sooner I can stop talking about zero-gravity sex.
4. I might be going to Sydney tomorrow. Three hours down, to keep my mother company on the way to see off a friend of the family who's going to New Zealand. And then, three hours back. If this does, in fact, happen, then there will be an unexplained homicide in the middle of the airport if there's no way to get a pot of tea before coming back.
And that's about it for now.
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Date: 2006-01-23 10:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 03:25 pm (UTC)It's almost like someone placed a link to a naked Kristen Bell in front of you.
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Date: 2006-01-23 03:26 pm (UTC)We could test out both and see my reactions?
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Date: 2006-01-23 03:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 03:44 pm (UTC)