The Brick Testament, then went to Dougsoc since they were showing 80s kids TV programmes, including . . .
KNIGHTMARE! Although I loved it as a child, since then, I've only seen a clip of it, and I'd forgotten how amazing it is. Everything I love about 80s media - a great premise, effortless hilariousness, excellent music and superbly bad graphics - in the space of one programme! We also watched "Dangermouse" (which I never cared for much as a child, but how can you resist something with a baddy who wants to open a Barry Manilow record sleeve museum?), "Ghostbusters" (complete with levels of cheesiness that fit to knock out a giant at fifty paces), "Mask" (ditto) and "Around The World In 80 Days" (which I loved back in th'day and was still v. good. For some reason I never noticed how much Manly Heterosexual Love - Really! went on in it.)
Dougsoc contained a lot of minging blokes, which was no surprise, but all the girls there were strikingly beautiful. How weird.
On Wednesday eve I went to Scriptwriting Guild and ended up being coerced into having another few seconds of fame. Our film needs lots of extras, so I'm having to play one of our hero's corridor mates. If, of course, I can stop laughing for long enough to do it. My name is X, I'm studying Swahili and Agricultural Statistics, and I got to university by sleeping the examiner. But this isn't the worst of it, since I have fellow corridor mates called Edwin Barrington-Stanley and Bartholomew Barnaby Butterworth, and I'm not sure we quite managed to escape from having a character called Jimothy.
After that, I finally did my laundry for the first time here, five and a half weeks after my arrival. This isn't that smelly, since I do have a lot of clothes, but I really was starting to get a bit stuck. I was right to avoid it: the evil washing machine told me it would take forty five minutes, so off I went for forty five minutes exactly, to try in vain to write a program to produce part of the Mandelbrot set. When I got back, the machine still claimed to have eleven minutes left, which wasn't enough time to leave again, so I waited and read a chapter of "The Gulag Archipelago" by Unspellable Russian Bloke, but thanks to evil distracting washing machine noises, it all went straight over my head. Anyway, that's laundry over with for the term. Well, maybe.
Afterwards, I phoned Soppygit. She asked what I wanted for Christmas. Ok, I understand buying Christmas presents three or maybe even four weeks in advance to avoid the rush, but that's wholly ridiculous - and I know people who've already done theirs!
On Thursday, I finished my C Programming coursework (creating a fairly decent picture of the Mandelbrot set) and worked very slowly on my Dynamical Systems homework. Having forgotten all the basics about differential equations and polar coordinates didn't help. Then I had a C programming lecture and a Dutch class. The word "geen" is on this week's vocabulary sheet! I then phoned my Mum and started summarising the lecture and adding Dutch vocabulary to my list.
