Give me the money!!!
The latest thing for me is that I am adjusting to working at a university instead of a research institute in a country that invests in science and research. All this means is that I have to beg with the Australian government for them to part with multiple hundreds of thousands of dollars to support me in my quest for science. There isn't, however, a simple sytem whereby I can ask for money and they can say yes or no, but a complicated system of proposing research whereby you are required to suffer from an extreme overinflation of how good you and your friends are, and how you will chnage the world thus propelling Oz into stardom and a position of internmational envy. This apparently happend every year, where researchers ask for 3 or 5 years worth of money and reapply every year for more to stash away for the many times they are rejected. So far I have spent one solid week writing mine, which is looking very full of itself and in my opinion suffers from a feasibity flaw. Changing the world is a big claim.
We have aquired a variety of interesting furniture from council pick ups, where people throw out unwanted pieces because they are truly crap, or (these are the ones we go for) are hideously ugly but in perfect working order or fail to fit in with the new colour scheme. Our little house is looking more homely, but nowhere near completed. We also built a bed in the guest room, with plently of storage underneath, which involved much swearing.
Good sock news. After locating a knitting shop with older ladies keen to solve my problem, I prompty went home and worked the sock knitting dilemma out all by myself. I later recieved am email from karin instructing that I had done exactly the right thing. I am now happily zipping through the foot of the sock, and all should go well for at least a few days.
In interesting other news, our back neighbours had very loud sex and apparently are both screamers. It really was a carry on that amused for 5 minutes, and then got really silly. Who cares if everybody knows your having sex? Have a couple of screams and then get on with it.
We have aquired a variety of interesting furniture from council pick ups, where people throw out unwanted pieces because they are truly crap, or (these are the ones we go for) are hideously ugly but in perfect working order or fail to fit in with the new colour scheme. Our little house is looking more homely, but nowhere near completed. We also built a bed in the guest room, with plently of storage underneath, which involved much swearing.
Good sock news. After locating a knitting shop with older ladies keen to solve my problem, I prompty went home and worked the sock knitting dilemma out all by myself. I later recieved am email from karin instructing that I had done exactly the right thing. I am now happily zipping through the foot of the sock, and all should go well for at least a few days.
In interesting other news, our back neighbours had very loud sex and apparently are both screamers. It really was a carry on that amused for 5 minutes, and then got really silly. Who cares if everybody knows your having sex? Have a couple of screams and then get on with it.
posted by Ness at 3:53 pm
3 Comments:
yo, when i do it, the neighbors scream along with me.
Yes, well they were VERY loud. You can't be that operatic the whole time, you've left yourself nowhere to go!
Yeah they scream, SHUT THE F-Up you big dork!
Thanks for buying us appetizers and now we don't have nude pics of ness.
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