Strange

Ok. So I went to the pool today, and I've swum 2.3km. In the last month.

I'd like to highlight the danger of alcohol for someone who also has some really strange sleeping patterns. Allow me the chart the progression.

1. Drinking on Saturday afternoon. Empty stomach, warm sun, few beers.
   
2. Suddenly feeling very tired, and going home to sleep.
3. Waking up at 11:30pm on a Saturday night with nothing to do. And knowing you won't sleep again till 2pm tomorrow afternoon.

Ach. This will drive me nuts. Though, alternatively, I could go and get some more actual science done.

This evening, I enclose an (unsent) letter I wrote a few minutes ago. You see, I woke up, opened up my laptop, and saw a really funny comic that reminded me of an estranged ex. (Don't worry people, it's an old old ex.) In my strange delirium state I decided to send it to them via Facebooks.

After a few seconds consideration (which always occurs after one has pressed the SEND button), I decided to bash out a quick explanation letter, to keep on hand just in case this correspondence was undesired. I pro-actively prepare for everything these days...

I hope you take that in good faith. I mean, there's alotta water under the bridge (where is the bridge? how old is it? who built it anyway?), and that sort of innocuous and harmless humour can be either appreciated or disregarded. Yet, I wouldn't put it past anyone, anyone, to really get over what they've felt. I mean, do feelings just whither and die? I don't think so. They just become less and less relevant to the immediate world one lives in: to the point where one (arbitrarily) decides one day that they're not important anymore.

So, given that this monologue is written in the off chance that you are, in any way, still angry with me, I wish you all the best. And I'll endeavor to maintain that respectful distance that is most keenly sort out. The distance between happiness and reality.

[update]

The above letter does seem a little... harsh. Hehe, here's hoping I don't have to send it.

Sex, power and vendettas

So I just finished reading Helen Garner's the first stone, and it wasn't a bad read. I preferred Joe Cinque's Consolation, yet this gave me a lot more to think about.

I work in an engineering department. One of the last bastion's of traditionally male fields. And I also work there as a tutor, which brings me into contact with the new generation of engineers. It's wonderful to see more women coming into the area.

But the whole conversation about power and sex (and gender, in my case) isn't well addressed in my work place. It would be nice to see a discourse arise. And hopefully it doesn't come about in such an extreme way as what happened in Ormond.

I also saw V for Vendetta tonight. Was it about democracy? About protesting against the government? Is it related to the Chaser's actions at APEC? These things will need to be discussed at the pub tomorrow. God bless Fridays.

Sum-times

It's times for maths!

Just kidding, I'm not going to inundate you with possibly the most boring subject in the world. I just thought the title was snappy.

And here is a comic.



















Nothing else doing in the world of Stu. Stay tuned for further updates, containing roughly the same amount of useless information.

Cheers.

P.S. Some may notice that his graph isn't even a normal distribution. It kinda looks more Poisson to me. That just makes it sooo much funnier.