Well, I'll be blown!  I'm actually writing in you again!  (Everyone falls over in astonishment.)

Well, the reason I am writing in you, blogger, is because I've just finished my Fortran computer program, sent it off and everything, and am now waiting for V to finish before going off to a special departmental lecture.  Which I'll not understand.

At all.

But I feel as though I shoudl take some notice in my chosen subject at degree level and, you know, I'm already here.

Although I am really really hungry (aka starving)

This week has been a wee bit hectic.  We don't have any lectures, but we have had three exams (last one tomorrow - woo!), a lab report to hand in and a highly confusing Fortran program to write. Now, I like Fortran normally, but this one is just so bloody confusing - even Fortran genius' in my year couldn't quite figure out why my subroutine was doing what it was for ages...

Oh, very geeky moment!

And here comes one more: after sitting a really nasty Thermal exam (which was completely different to the past paper he gave us and all the tutorial sheets we had) a group of us were talking and somehow got on to the idea of writing a space adventure featuring us in all our glory.  As usual, I've gotten slightly obsessed with said story and am doing that instead of what I should be doing, which is revising.  Or tidying my room.

But anyway: first chapter is done and most of the second.  It's a totally stupid story, with some geeky Physics bits thrown in and turned upside down, and featuring:

THE CREW:

• HRH, Princess Karen Marren, Hon. Pirate - ship navigater who's obsessed with gold, rum and all forms of piracy

• Dr Ruth Clegg - normal pyscho-therapist, sent per IOP (Intergalactic Organisation of Physicists) orders, to check up on the status of the '42'.
  
  

• Captain Schroe Dinger, who speaks only in Cryllic and greek letters (and the occasional musical note)

• Ginger Snaps, a genetically confused ginger tabby cat who translates for Schroe

• Newtonian the Newt, ship science nerd who downloaded his brain into an amphibian and who lives with a robotic version of his mother - M.U.M.

• E.D.D.I.E. - Epsilon Drive-Systems, Denoting an Intelligence Extraordinaire, ship computer, using the internet to cheat at gambling online

• Leyya - Lay ya on your back in five seconds or your money back (ship hooker and weapons expert)

• Dr Sonny De Lite, ship physician who bases his medical practice soley on the knee reflex (and Looney Tune plasters)

• Spizzy Bucket - bizarrely short First Mate who is convinced she's the brainiest person in the world (and her surname is Bouquet, not Bucket!

• YCGHVNJ - this is my character and, presently, nameless - a perpetually cheery (think hyper) and absent minded pilot who looks shooting trolleys into space

• Drunk A - perpetually drunk scientist who roams the corridors and is constantly late or never even turns up

THE BAD GUYS:

• Darth Zeroth the Evil - the most intelligent person in the Universe, he spends all his time driving people to insanity or tears (or both) by setting impossibly hard tests for them to do.
• Louisa the Lewd - igor (literally) to Zeroth's Dracula, cheif henchwoman and incredibly stupid
• Caffiene Boy - hapless guard, all in  pink, who is easy
• Waggles - red bouncing heads that attack people with their ginormous ears

RANDOM OTHERS:

• The Flobaloolub - mystical creature that knows where the end of the Universe is
• Amareal - I'm-a-real-good-ride, Leyya's business rival
• Captain T Total - Pirate Captain
• Bessie - T Totals Cabin Boy
• Captain Highs Ann Burger - Schroe's friend

That's it so far - pretty crazy, huh?  The main gist of it is that HRH Karen passes one of Zeroths test (which has never been done before), which makes him worried that she might possibly be more intelligent than him, so gets Louisa to kidnap her so he can suck out her brain (and good looks).  The crew of the '42' rush to save her and so... well, there's the story!

Muahahahahahahahaa!

Ok, so I'm slightly unhinged.  I've dealt with it - I'm sure other people can.  I'm trying really hard to take the piss out of some of our little Physicsy things that we love so much... oo!  Extract:

(Newtonian): "Now, as I was saying, our speeds are purely limited by the speed of light, 3x10^8m/s, right?"

"Yeees..." Ruth said slowly, wondering how that was any different from what she had originally said.

"Well, then: you just make the speed of light faster."

"Eek!" Ruth squeaked, spitting out the hot chocolate she'd just been sipping.  "Change the speed of light?  You can't change the speed of light - it's a fundamental constant of the Universe!"

"I know that," Newtonian said happilt, "which means that we can adjust it to any sort of nember we need."  Ruth wanted to say 'uUm, no, that's not what it means' but found herself choking on hot chocolate instead.  "I suppose the previous value was alright, back when were still on Earth, but for terms of intergalactic space travel it's a bit annoying.  So, we've upped it to 1x10^20 m/s, which is much more convient for us (and much easier to remember)."

"You can't jsut up the speed of light!" Ruth was still squeaking, coughing occasionally.  "It's impossible!"

"What you fail to realise is that I am Dr Newtonian the newt," Newtonian declared, puffing himself up, "and that, here on the '42', nothing is impossible.  Besides, I'm a blodody genius."


Weird, huh?  Ah well, I outweird even.. well, not quite myself, but possible people who've known me for a long time and should know better by now.  Ah well.  I'm going home tomorrow for my sister's 18th... although how much I'll actually see of her on her birthday is very very small!

I've written such a load of random crap, it's quite astounding.  But my ability to write pages but say absolutely nothing is quite notorious.  I don't really see what's wrong with waffling - it's quite therapeutic from time to time.  Not that other people like it when you waffle at them: they get rather bored (unless what you waffle is insane, in which case they just laugh at you).

To waffle write, however, is pretty darn cool.  It's just like a total stream of consciousness and it's just pretty much what you think and that's it.  Like, right now, I'm thinking "I'm so huuuungry!" and "Is V finished yet?"  You know, Fran is never in the house, but she picks last night to decide that the house needs to be tidied before we all go home on the weekend.  Now, I'm not annoyed at her - I totally agree - but it's just so typical that it's this weekend.  Although I'll probably have time now that I've finished Fortran, but I really thought I'd be here all day and then I've got fencing (with my lovely lovely breeches!  yay!) till 9.30 and won't be back until 10ish at the earliest and then I've got an exam (ok, so it's actually a 30 minute test with 16 questions, but I still need to revise - it's 30%) at 12 tomorrow and I'm catching a train home straight after and not coming back until partway on Monday - when am I going to tidy the house?

Well, Alison has somehow already tidied the kitchen (which was what I was going to do) and Fran's said she'll do the bathroom, so it jsut leaves hoovering.  But I don't like the hoover.  It's not the best hoover in the world and it has a bag - eek!  Scary and confusing!  What would I give for the Dysons of...erm, new?  But, then again, Karen says she'll do that - so what the fourier am I supposed to do?  There's always the living room... which mainly consists of throwing a LOT of old newspapers and tv schedules into the recycling box.

Oh, that reminds me: me and Karen haven't gone through the dirty ads in the paper yet!  They're so funny.  There's one guy that's in there every week:... oooh, jsut need to go to the lecture (I've gone hungry on it's behalf after all) so I'll have to tell you later on (preferrably with the ad in front of me as I can't remeber the first part of the rhyme).

Toodle pip!