Love, the kind you clean up with a mop and bucket.

"I am the lizard king. I can do anything."
- Jim Morrison

This photo appears at the behest of Tim-from-the-island. This was at the height of the reign of my alter-ego, the omnipotent, enigmatic, and highly intoxicated "Lizard King". He commanded all that scurried and slithered. His minions were his eyes and ears in the jungle. He accomplished great feats, mostly in the area of balancing things on his head.

Applications for Fullbright postdoctoral scholarships are now open. This would be a nice thingy to get, for the cash, and the prestige. It would mean the recipient would be able to rock up to more or less any Uni in the US to do a year postdoc. It's not a bad back up plan, if I can be arsed filling in all the damn forms.

I think I worked out one of my two little problems today. I rederived the whole kit'n'kaboodle from the start, using a slightly different starting point. Unsurprisingly, it didn't work, spectacularly. However it failed at different points than the old way. Then I made the surprising discovery that I could hop between the two. Biggety-bam. Pity it took me a week.

I am toying with a new timeline. If I try and finish this entire schemozzle by July, I'll have to tear arse up to Brizzy in August, then bugger off to Adelaide at the start of Sep. Since UQ is booking my flights, I don't want to have a flight on August 1 hanging over my head as I'm getting my thesis bound and shit on July 31. Bugger that for a joke, I'll go to UQ in Sept.

Anyway, them's the things on my mind. Not a barrel of laffs, but ay.