slightly dispiriting realizations
1.) I think my laptop is not long for this world :( :( :( The spontaneous crashing//YOUR BIOS IS FUCKED UP, MAN!!!/BSOD messages have been coming faster and faster since they started a few days ago. I've uninstalled everything I've put on in the past month, and it doesn't seem to have made any difference. This sort of thing characterized the last days of my old laptop, so I am not very hopeful at this point.
2.) I have no butt. I put on a pair of new jeans today and looked in the mirror, and they fit everywhere, except my butt, where instead of a butt there is something approaching a concavity. Why? Why? I am curvy almost everywhere else, except there, and you could use my butt to rule straight lines on a wall. Typically I am not very body-conscious, but this bothers me for some reason.
3.) Three days in a row it has rained.
4.) Dissertations do not, in fact, write themselves. Not to torture the poor word, but... Why? Dissertations have been around for hundreds of years; you'd figure they would have evolved to the point where they are sentient, and instead of writing one, a doctoral student would have to hunt and capture the wild dissertation, and then fend off the committee that tries to steal it. If the student can defend the dissertation from thieves/predators/committee members, then the doctorate is awarded.
5.) The word "frankly" really really bothers me. It's probably my most-disliked word ever and causes my spine to go all weird and hackle-y when I read it. "Frank" isn't much better; "Frankish" makes me squirm. I don't even like typing them.
On the other hand "salacious" is a fucking fantastic word. Salacious.
Salacious.
[eta] Although my all-time favorite word, for the record, is "sloth."
2.) I have no butt. I put on a pair of new jeans today and looked in the mirror, and they fit everywhere, except my butt, where instead of a butt there is something approaching a concavity. Why? Why? I am curvy almost everywhere else, except there, and you could use my butt to rule straight lines on a wall. Typically I am not very body-conscious, but this bothers me for some reason.
3.) Three days in a row it has rained.
4.) Dissertations do not, in fact, write themselves. Not to torture the poor word, but... Why? Dissertations have been around for hundreds of years; you'd figure they would have evolved to the point where they are sentient, and instead of writing one, a doctoral student would have to hunt and capture the wild dissertation, and then fend off the committee that tries to steal it. If the student can defend the dissertation from thieves/predators/committee members, then the doctorate is awarded.
5.) The word "frankly" really really bothers me. It's probably my most-disliked word ever and causes my spine to go all weird and hackle-y when I read it. "Frank" isn't much better; "Frankish" makes me squirm. I don't even like typing them.
On the other hand "salacious" is a fucking fantastic word. Salacious.
Salacious.
[eta] Although my all-time favorite word, for the record, is "sloth."
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Ambivalent. Is sexy, no?
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God, I wish. Mine's only a masters dissertation, but I would happily go into the wild and track one if it meant I didn't have to write the accursed thing.
Although... do you think masters' dissertations would be little and cute compared to doctoral ones? Like, kitten sized and fluffy, with floppy ears...
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I don't know; I think they might end up being like the vorpal bunny in Monty Python: wee and cute and floppy, but bloodthirsty evil little buggers underneath. At least, that's how mine ended up being :D
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This explains so much!
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*is also a bear of very little arse*
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:>
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2. How interesting! Although, I can understand how you might feel irritated about it. *hugs you* (And yes, I like the idea of comparing your tush to JF's, yea verily.)
3. *holds up umbrella*
*opens transdimensional portal to my house, where it is sunny and breezy and wonderful*
4. *dies laughing*
You know, that would have been SO MUCH EASIER than my dissertation defense, I think. I'm scrappy that way.
5. I once did words-of-the-day for an entire semester, and put them on exams for extra credit. Big $5 words, like defenestrate and schadenfreude and salubrious and growlery. I love big weird words. I think you will love this site (http://phrontistery.info/), especially the Compendium of Lost Words.
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3. YAYYYYYY *leaps through*
4. I am pretty sure I could take at least one of my directors. The co-director, though... she's small, but I have a feeling she'd go for the physical (as well as the intellectual) jugular.
5. Growlery!!! I have never heard of that word. It sounds like a place you'd go to get large dogs :D But I have looked it up, and I think I need one!!
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I always privately entertained the belief that sloths are inherently salacious, actually.
Heh, hanging out in trees doing very little is clearly a coverup :D
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See, sloths move very little, but meanwhile their brains are focused on the right (salacious) thoughts. And when they move it is purposefully!
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I know that's what I think about :>
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a) musing on the hotness of his roommate, John Sheppard
b) musing on the hotness of his topology professor, John Sheppard
c) musing on the hotness of John Sheppard in any capacity
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Rodney's in big trouble, I think.
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I am in the very early stages (trying very hard to make myself sit down and write the proposal), but I can't help thinking that, if to get your doctorate you had to go out and tame the wild dissertation, academics would very quickly lose their reputation for being unfit and pale and dust-covered :D
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You would hate the Manchester area. If we have three days in a row when it doesn't rain we dance around with glee.
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2.) Here, HAVE SOME OF MINE! I have *plenty* to share with you and your fellow flat-bottomed flisters! And you'd be doing me a favour! (And I definitely have to wear pants that don't have pockets on the bum!)
3.) I hope you're out there, dancing in it! HOORAY FOR PUDDLES!
4.) YOU ARE A GENIUS.
5.) I can't think of any words that squick me. I think I'm more horrified by misspellings of words, rather than words themselves.
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2.) *takes gratefully!*
3.) At the moment, I am looking at it rather nervously! For it is quite ominous.
4.) *siiigh* but not a lithe, glistening sea-panther!
5.) Misspellings mostly annoy me, they don't actively make me shudder and want to write the author (even if they're dead), begging them not to use the word ever again.
The misspelling that is very rapidly becoming more than merely annoying is "should of" or "would of" instead of "should've" or "would've." Just... no words!
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I do, however, love the word shenanigan. Say it, you'll understand. (I bet John and Rodney could get up to some entertaining shenanigans, eh?)
I am so glad that my MLS didn't require a dissertation. Instead we had to write three essays (picked from a list of 9 or so topics we hadn't previously seen, most of which had nothing to do with my area of study) in a week. That was not a good week, but it was only a week. And now I refuse to go back to school ever again.
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"Hi, my name is Frank!"
I never liked the name before, myself, but now I hear the name Frank and I swoon a little bit? It's kind of a problem. *g*
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