Day 2

...Let's get this train wreck rolling.

'Pick lots,' they said. 'It's a lot more fair than choosing,' they said.

Yeah. About as fair as luck.

Luck is a sadist, by the way. If you've ever crossed luck, you'll know what I mean. But in the words of those who've blogged before me, hey, you take what you get. There'll always be someone with a hand worse than yours, and they know who they are. Luck of the draw, I guess.

Whatever. Like you understand.

This is the part where I tell you about my productive day in class, where me and my team came up with fantastic research and a dozen brilliant ideas. I'm pleased to report that while absolutely no research was done in class, we (that is to say, Brian and me, for poor Newell was struck with an unlucky and untimely lust for the bogs,) did manage to come up with a pretty good idea of where we were going with the exercise.

I'll save you the trouble of having to read about our idea, partly because there's nothing much to say about it, and because I very much doubt you, course-mate or lecturer, would want to read about something that will come up several times over in the following days. But I'll jabber on a bit more, because I'm bored and because you haven't seem to have gotten tired of reading yet.

I'm actually writing this post on Schrodinger's Desktop PC, you see, a mystical device that seems to be caught in a quantum state of bricked and un-bricked depending on a random sequence. In effect, this means I am cut off from any sort of multimedia or program stored in my computer or in the seething mess they dare call the internet. Every few sentences, I have to refresh my screen by resizing windows, making this typing experience rather akin to using a typewriter.

It also means that Mr Thng will have at least one listener tomorrow who has done literally no research on either him or the works he has spawned. I'm a bit apprehensive about this; I know most of my classmates are already close to being on a first-name basis with him, having read about his entire life in a single document. I myself am lucky just to be able to waste your time with this drivel.

But I've gone on long enough. Hopefully, other days will be more productive and I won't have to fill my posts with semi-sarcastic droning. I'll sum up, because I know you wish I had a point to all of this:

- I don't like my group, but what the heck, right? It's only for sixty days. Make it work.
- We are currently working on research for the Third Age Council Exercise.
- Brian is now apparently both the webmaster and my boss.
- I am a happy person with happy thoughts.

One of the above four is a lie. Figure it out, genius.



Peace out,
Bryan K

you've saved my soul