Excited as Big Kev in an Australian flag shirt shop
Ahem. Well, despite having nothing to say, and yet a picture to say it with, welcome to my comfy corner of the internets. I compose this Homerian epic within the comfort of an airconditioned building, far from the flesh filled frenzy rife with melanomas mere meters away in the cloisters of the Great Court. If I should happen to leave this frigid oasis, I will suddenly don a complete body suit of sweat beneath my garments, culminating in a crescendo of salty coolant on my balls.
Well, I delivered PART I of my gripping series of seminars here at UQ yesterday. It went well, including a blackboard derivation of some basic results.
Also, I've just found out that I got a postdoc scholarship from Usyd. They only hand out one of these per year, and last year it went to an EE student, so we were thinking that it would be highly unlikely that I would get it. How about that! I'm not sure how this affects EVERYTHING, but it sure will be nice to GET PAID and not have to answer to NO BITCH. I have 140 bucks in my wallet right now, that represents all my wealth in the world. Last night I bought a two dollar raffle ticket because I was partly drunk, and was kicking myself for it this morning.
Anyway poojabbers, I've got some more sweating to do. xo!
posted by dr. cok at 10:40 AM
12 Comments:
FUCKFUCKFUCK!!!!!! That is five kinds of fucked! And the guy taping it is thoughtful enough to say 'is that too much?’.
Arrggg, I think that takes the title of most disturbing thing I've seen on the net this year. Well done.
Oh dear. I was waiting for a bit more info. I want a description, but maybe not to actually witness. Baited curiousity is such a hard mistress!
Also, Mat for days (perhaps even weeks), I have had one of your blog post titles stuck in my head. The offending title is, "Even when the itchy burn makes me want to let go". Please tell me what this is, cause it is permeating my consciousness and I like to know a little more about things what are permeating in that fashion.
Ah, that's from track 2 of the album 'White People' by 'Handsome Boy Modeling School', called 'If It Wasn't for You'. Listen to it while reading the lyrics, it's heaps cool...
And to quench your curiosity, look at Chris' response. He is a man hardened in the ways of the world, and has peered into the most malodorous underbelly of society during his role as 'IT guy'. And he squeals like a cheerleader...
I say it's SIX kinds of fucked! (& I'm not easily disturbed either).
I beseech thee - DO NOT LOOK!
(or maybe I should sneakily use reverse psychology, and say "Go right ahead, LOOK AT IT!"....erm....)
I'm assuming he died because he delayed getting medical attention? (how would you explain it?!)
(the last comment from the previous post)
"On July 2, a 45-year-old Seattle man died from something called acute peritonitis. His colon was perforated while he was having sex with a horse.
The man, who died before he was dropped off at Enumclaw Community Hospital, was traced back to a 40-acre farm where investigators found hundreds of hours of videotape depicting men, including the one who died, having sex with horses. He had bought the stallion earlier this year."
curse on: my vivid imagination.
praise for: open plan office, preventing actual viewing.
and the importance of it being july 2 is...?
Just in:
9/10 lay-dies consider men who update their blogs far sexier than those that don't.
Have you been involved in some terrible accident where your hands where cut off rendering you unable to post new content?
If so, I have a specially designed penis attachment that will allow you to type at up to 40 words per minute. The downside (or upside I suppose) is that you must be partially aroused for it to work properly.
Has mat sweated so much that he is just a dried out husk, unable to flex his body-tissue to perform typing motions??
Cease all speculation! I was mauled by a drunken information theorist.
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