I click on a Vanessa Mae album, and hit play. Monty Python's Medical Love Song starts playing. Um?
I'm now under the maximum wordcount again on the essay, which is good, but the ending still needs yet more poking. Lost the tables, lost the Butler, shuffled it all about. I'm smudged a paragraph on sci fi and the conclusion together, but neither connects to the preceding paragraphs about the effects of women being recognised in "ones and twos" byt the Culture Business. So, still needs work, and there's a few bits earlier on I need to go and poke, and then I'll probably have to do another run through to cut down the word, and then there's the ever dull bibliography. But we are getting there, it must be said.
Media Player's now moved on to "Goin up" by Great Big Sea. Apparently it knew
I wanted something more perky than Einaudi, but didn't agree with my choice, or something.
(okay, so it's doing the play all random thing, but I still don't know why)
More Lara Croft icons
It occurs to me you don't all want to wake up to a million posts about my essay, so we're back to editting posts again. It's a quarter to four and I have 40 words before I hit the word limit. I have shuffled things and prodded things and deleted things and I have half a conclusion. The second half. I don't know how to get to it from the paragraph about, though. It's still kinda punchline-y, but Toast said it looked alright, and it's better than just trailing off. I've been doing bibliography stuff in notepad, and bed looks tempting, but I can't go to bed until I finish the essay, and if I don't finish soon there really won't be any point. I'll just have to sit adn watch DVDs and play games, the horror. Presuming I finish the essay, of course.
Noisy birds. That can't be the beginning of the dawn chorus, can it?
Dalek annual crack.123
Anyone know how you references something like the TimesOnline? And random websites?
It's getting light. ::pouts:: Still no further on conclusion (though I've managed to pass the word limit with additions elsewhere). On the other hand, I did just find this in my notes, which made me giggle:"In 1988 Larry McCaffery notes, "[I]t has only been during the past twenty years that truly major literary talents have been drawn to sicence fiction in the country that produced the atom bomb and landed on the moo"
Though it might just be the hour of the morning that makes landing on the moo so funny. Oh, and Kevin Reynold made 'Waterwold', which makes me think of very soggy hills.
By jove, I think I've got it.