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elephants!
Friday, 23 February 2007 02:19 pmThe Army of Reconstruction has taken to the sky! or, at least, to the roof. They're thundering around up there like a Brobdingnagian tap-dance troupe. I'm not sure what they're trying to achieve, but the extent to which the house is shaking is somewhat disconcerting. I am also not a fan of plaster in my hair.
Nor is it helping the two-day headache, which, while it's giving the Bunny a new lease on life, also caused me to wimp out of last night's book club like a pale, wimpy thing from Wimpville. In the Department of Cosmic Justice, at least today's post-codeine daze is not unlike the hangover usually resulting from the book-clubbian average of one bottle of wine per person. It added an additional edge to the snarling-at-students quotient during curriculum advice this morning, a quotient already quite high enough, thank you, owing to the location of the curriculum advice session on top of a 150-person three-hour data capture queue resulting from the network being (surprise!) down. I don't precisely radiate sweetness and light when trying to discuss intimate curriculum details while full-throated students exchange mating cries, ring tones and Too Much Information two feet from the back of my neck.
Grumpy old academics never die, they just dissolve from excess of bile.
On the upside, here is a collection of classic, Golden Age sf by Murray Leinster, who has an entertaining combination of iconoclastic, super-efficient heroes with a pleasingly deadpan voice. Not great lit, but it made me giggle, which in my present mood is quite an achievement. I recommend "The Pirates of Zan."
Nor is it helping the two-day headache, which, while it's giving the Bunny a new lease on life, also caused me to wimp out of last night's book club like a pale, wimpy thing from Wimpville. In the Department of Cosmic Justice, at least today's post-codeine daze is not unlike the hangover usually resulting from the book-clubbian average of one bottle of wine per person. It added an additional edge to the snarling-at-students quotient during curriculum advice this morning, a quotient already quite high enough, thank you, owing to the location of the curriculum advice session on top of a 150-person three-hour data capture queue resulting from the network being (surprise!) down. I don't precisely radiate sweetness and light when trying to discuss intimate curriculum details while full-throated students exchange mating cries, ring tones and Too Much Information two feet from the back of my neck.
Grumpy old academics never die, they just dissolve from excess of bile.
On the upside, here is a collection of classic, Golden Age sf by Murray Leinster, who has an entertaining combination of iconoclastic, super-efficient heroes with a pleasingly deadpan voice. Not great lit, but it made me giggle, which in my present mood is quite an achievement. I recommend "The Pirates of Zan."
 | Bunny Threat Level: even lower. |
