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Firstly, the album pictured above sounds good, looks good, and is manufactured from the finest tasting polycarbonate available.

Anyone else's weekend would be infinitely more fascinating than mine, so I'll keep it short.

I'm the personification of cranky at the moment, although things are going ok. I decided on Saturday that I was going to rewrite a paper that's been accepted (but not published), because I considered the entire thing an affront to logic and good taste. I've more or less finished that now, and am incorporating it into the thesis. I've finally started uploading drafts of the thesis again, so the link to the right should work if you are either interested or bored.

Now that I've assimilated the bloody Da Vinci code, and my QIT book has still not arrived, another book was unfortunate enough to stumble into my 'radius of absorbtion'. This is, Sam Weinstein's book: "Secrets For Profiting in Bull and Bear Markets", which Dad borrowed from some guy. The first question I had when I saw this book was: Sam, how do you obtain and maintain such a luxuriant head of hair? It has body, a healthy shine, bounce, and not a hint of frizz! Have a look at the cover of the book, and you'll see what I mean. Anyway, this book is very fucking interesting. I just deleted a paragraph of stuff about it, because it was dull. However, I would like to leave you with the impression that it is not dull at all. I am now available to chat about the stockmarket, an area I've previously been vaguely interested in, but never more interested in it than most other things.

At risk of laboring the point, all their fancy 'indicators' are bloody simple filters (from an EE perspective), and it's interesting to see how these curves are interpreted. Not only that, but it's interesting to learn what characteristics are used to suggest buying and selling, and run these rules on the historical data to see how well that policy would return. Fascinating!

We had a dinner visitor, who is a young chap from that damn cult who has a science degree (emphasis not mine). Since universities are incredibly sparing with their precious degrees, and only hand them out to people who meet stringent intellectual requirements, this is meant to somehow serve as an argument against something or other I don't agree with. Anyway, I didn't rise to the bait, but maintained an air of barely concealed contempt. I was trying to be nice, but I kept forgetting. Apart from all that, he kept on starting anecdotes with "Oh, I'm remembering the time when...", which made it seem like he was recovering from amnesia during a seance or perhaps under hypnosis. Jerk.

One more thing, I saw the girl I had a biiiig crush on for 8 years when I was a kid the other day. Coo-ee, even Sir Mix-a-lot would balk at that arse. Despite that, and my relative broad-spectrum success over her overwhelming mediocrity, I was too nervous to talk to her, and even hid around the corner just a bit. Pfff.

I'm heading off to bed with Sam Weinstein and his Samson-esque locks. xo.