Another Bloody Post By That Idyller Idjit
I’m feeling good today. I was feeling terrible yesterday. I’m more hopeful today. Yesterday was one of those days when you (or I, at least) feel you will never feel happy ever again and the only thing you have to look forward to is death, which isn’t really much of an exciting thing to look forward to, not knowing, as we do, what it shall behold and whether or not it will be anything particularly gratifying and fun for you (or I, at least). Anyhow, that down patch is over – at least, for the moment. I don’t mean that pessimistically but I just ain’t countin’ no downy hatchlings yet, however 'over easily' things may seem to be.
Today, I was going to trundle off to Richmond on the other side of the river to purchase a copy of ‘Don Keyoatty’ by Savanties for a mere $3.00!!! (The spelling, incidentally, is Shantoozy’s, used here in honour of the endearing dyslexic interpretations so often expectable of this ‘philosophic bad speller’!) But I was so tired this afternoon and had lunch/breakfast with Rupert, Hissy Kitty and Shantoozy instead, and so I shall procure the book tomorrow. It ranks high on my to-read list.
I enrolled in university a couple of weeks back. Don’t know when it starts, precisely; I’m sure I have it printed somewhere around this papery interior I employ as hobbit-hole dwellings. Am going to La Trobe University, where they may be surprised at the discrepancy between calling me a ‘mature age’ student and the way I plan to act around the young first-year female students – growwlll! Doing a Bachelor of Creative Arts (theatre, writing, acting, English literature.) Most of the credit I accrued many years ago for Bachelor of Arts in the Humanities at Griffith University in Queensland is being counted towards this course so I've automatically nearly finished my first year here, which is splendid news, mi hearties – it’s getting late and I haven’t even finished the first year of a first degree, so I need to speed things up wherever I can afford to, and first-year subjects are rarely as interesting as the later years’. Rupert the muffboxer is actually starting the same degree this year! With our artistic interests being so generally similar, it seemed an obvious manoeuvre, although some of the subjects we take will differ in accordance with a divergence of certain specific tastes and what we want to gain from the course. I am looking forward to it.
And regarding that lost post of mine, Dame(?) Blogger Support has informed …well, ME, I suppose …this time there was no ‘Hi’ or greeting of any sort …that unfortunately, they (this ‘Blogger Support’ fellow must be really big!) are unable to recover any posts that were lost during the outages. “Your post will be exterminated! Resistance is futile!”
Today, I was going to trundle off to Richmond on the other side of the river to purchase a copy of ‘Don Keyoatty’ by Savanties for a mere $3.00!!! (The spelling, incidentally, is Shantoozy’s, used here in honour of the endearing dyslexic interpretations so often expectable of this ‘philosophic bad speller’!) But I was so tired this afternoon and had lunch/breakfast with Rupert, Hissy Kitty and Shantoozy instead, and so I shall procure the book tomorrow. It ranks high on my to-read list.
I enrolled in university a couple of weeks back. Don’t know when it starts, precisely; I’m sure I have it printed somewhere around this papery interior I employ as hobbit-hole dwellings. Am going to La Trobe University, where they may be surprised at the discrepancy between calling me a ‘mature age’ student and the way I plan to act around the young first-year female students – growwlll! Doing a Bachelor of Creative Arts (theatre, writing, acting, English literature.) Most of the credit I accrued many years ago for Bachelor of Arts in the Humanities at Griffith University in Queensland is being counted towards this course so I've automatically nearly finished my first year here, which is splendid news, mi hearties – it’s getting late and I haven’t even finished the first year of a first degree, so I need to speed things up wherever I can afford to, and first-year subjects are rarely as interesting as the later years’. Rupert the muffboxer is actually starting the same degree this year! With our artistic interests being so generally similar, it seemed an obvious manoeuvre, although some of the subjects we take will differ in accordance with a divergence of certain specific tastes and what we want to gain from the course. I am looking forward to it.
And regarding that lost post of mine, Dame(?) Blogger Support has informed …well, ME, I suppose …this time there was no ‘Hi’ or greeting of any sort …that unfortunately, they (this ‘Blogger Support’ fellow must be really big!) are unable to recover any posts that were lost during the outages. “Your post will be exterminated! Resistance is futile!”
posted by S. Gregory | 7:35 pm
1 Comments:
That's a great spelling. I have to look it up when I spell it. It doesn't follow any rules beyond 'Q must be followed by U... generally speaking'.
You had brunch with them.
YAY on Uni. I've actually been looking at maybe thinking about taking a few courses when I get where I'm going. YES, finish your degree. And as you say... the first year is almost done.
Resistance is never futile. At the very least, it will turn on your oppressor. :\
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