spaceman.

imponderables:
1. Scotland qualifying for Euro08. 3 games to go. We could get 26 points and still not qualify. Or we could play crap and in all 3 games and lose and not qualify.
2. Since Spetember has arrived, it has become increasingly windy. Has anyone else noticed? It wasn't that windy in July.
3. The chances of you being well chuffed that you managed to catch the coach back to Edinburgh with 2 minutes to spare. Only for it to break down en route.
4. Why people have a blog and don't write anything in it for months.
5. Whether or not taking a job that entails a 2 hour commute is worth it, particularly if it is a temporary position and constitutes only 10 hours of work per week - over 5 days. Might be good for the CV but...
6. Why '-tastic' is an ending that could be used with so many prefixes. Chebtastic, blogtastic, eight-tastic, goaltastic et al. And why are they not in the dictionary.
7. Suddenly I've lost all ability to complete 'spider' - level 2. How can I get 4 runs and not finish the job off? It's a farce. I think the last Window's update has done something to it.
8. If I was that woman that won £35 million on the lottery. Not literatally 'being' that woman, clearly but having the amount of money in the Bank. It would be mental. But quite a nice 'mental'. Think I'd try and do something about the wind .
9. The actions of others. At a fundamental level can you really trust anyone apart from yourself? Is there always an element of doubt, however small, when needing to rely or whatever on someone else?
10. Females. Kind of follows on from point 9.

Submitted

Oh my. Think we might have pissed the French off. We pissed them off last October when we beat them at Hampden. And we've deeply pissed them off again by beating them in Paris. The 1st one was cheeky, the 2nd one - well, arrogant I guess. What else can you say when you beat them with a 30 yard shot?

Mental.

Top of the group after 9 games. The World champions Italy 2nd and the French back in 3rd. Might be far to say that Ukraine are pretty much out of the reckoning. I wonder if 2 more wins from our final 3 games would be enough to see us qualify? Even if we go into our final game against Italy with a chance of qualifying, that would be something. But, lets not get carried away. We'll be expected to win at home but it doesn't always go like that. That said, its not minnows that we have at home, so that might be our saving grace.
Just can't quite believe it.

Actually, thats a sentence that could be applied to the week in general.

agency

The infinite dullness that is job-hunting. It's actually soul destroying. I wake up each morning in the belief that today will be the day that I see something that I want to apply for. It's happened 3 times so far. But the rest of the time has been time spent being frustrated by nothing that really hits the spot in terms of what I could do. In actual fact, I probably could do alot of the jobs that are advertised. Alas, its not that simple. Search for jobs and thats it. Nothing else to look forward to until the following day when more jobs are posted. And that's the depressing bit.

I might have to apply for jobs that I care nothing for, just so that I can get some money in. Supermarkets and the like. My goodness. Has it really come to that?
Well, no. Not yet. I literally could choose a country and get a teaching job. But, thats what I was doing, before going back to University. What would be the point in that then? None really. Again, it might come to that.

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.and in other news:
1. Klaxons winning the Mercury. Hmm. They were quite touched by it. Think I might have went for Maps instead though.
2. Explosive corrosive if that mother bumped off her daughter in Portugal.
3. Dirty Jambo B-----D. Yes, you Lithuninian. 9.6 for your dive and I hope you get abuse for it in every Scottish ground you play in. A disgrace.
4. Can't be arsed with people getting touchy over asking a few questions enquiring about how they are getting on. It's as if you can't be concerned or interested in other people without being suspected of saying something you shouldn't have, like asking questions. Where would be all be if we didn't ask each other questions?
5. It's all a faff.

master

mr pf. is not a happy person.

anddeath shall have no dominion.

how long is 'long enough?'
1 second/5minutes/3 days/7months/a lifetime.
And how do you know when you are at the 'long enough' point?
Perhaps its a gut-feeling or something. Perhaps its when someone else tells you. Perhaps its a chain of events that provide evidence that the 'long enough' point has been reached.

But if you get to the 'long enough' point and then you do actually know its the 'long enough' point, then what? Do you just give it all up and go on with whatever it was you were doing before you thought 'perhaps thats long enough'.

giveup.

cosmo.

I'm not very sure about small things. You know, those little flying bug things that float about. Yes, those ones.

Surely they have sensort organs of some sort. I would imagine that they have a sense of smell and would surely have some sort of sense of sight. I say 'surely' because they fly about and land on things. If they couldn't see properly then they wouldn't be able to do that. Perhaps i'm wrong, after all I'm no Biologist.

But, then why is that when I'm out cycling they fly into me. Perhaps they have a selfish gene which programs them to hit things and die. Or perhaps they don't have a sense of sight. I mean, come on I'm hardly a shrinking violet. I'm 6 foot tall. I'm not that hard to miss, especially when I'm cycling because I'm the one that's not going very fast and is panting. Alas, they still can't spot me. In they come *spat* as I try to wipe their bodies out of my mouth. It's gotten to the point where I have to wear glasses when I cycle - at least they deflect off the lenses. It's still a bit of a fright when that happens though. I guess they get a bigger fright.

Anyway, is there someone I could contact about this. Like a bug leader. Id let it be known that I'm not trying to kill his or her kinsman, they are doing it all themselves. I'd definitely recommend that 'not killing yourself' is a good thing and that I think they should teach that at their schools. It should be on their curriculum and they might even have to sit a wee test to prove that they have taken it all in.

Of course, it might just be me. Perhaps, I'm the only one in the world that seems to kill a disproportiate amount of flying bug things. It's a worry. Especially karma wise. What if I come back as one of these flying bug things. If I recommend taking classes now to their leader, perhaps when I am a young baby flying bug thing I might know that I shouldn't kill myself by hitting things. So, in effect I'm saving myself in the afterlife. My word, that's all very space-time continum and just the thought of it is giving me a Doc Brown sized sore head. Think I need to get a job.

Pogo's

Day 1 of the rest of my life. No studying to be done, no writing to be done nor anything particularly academic apart from returning the books I used for citing purposes.

Instead was the stark realisation that I need to get a job. Teaching/research related. To that end I inquired about one to find that it was already taken. Not surprising since the posting for the job was made in June. Nothing ventured, nothing gained however. Another though has been applied for and the forms will be sent out tomorrow.

It does seem that there are loads and loads of purely teaching english as a second language jobs. I could choose a country and just go for it. Alas, i'm not sure I want to do that. Part of me feels as if i've 'been there, done that'. Indeed, I'm not doing all this studying just to go and do something as rash as that. In saying that, it might get to the point where I have to - money talks you see.

It's all a headache really.