42. Land of 1000 Dances - Wilson Pickett

To say that I've been missing for a while is like saying that the Titanic was a little boating incident. Or that World War 2 was a little dust up between mates.

I'm reporting out in the Melbourne Uni computer labs at the moment, engaging in some light fraud (I'm logged in under a buddy's id), a dash of study (truth be told I stopped doing productive study a few hours back; or it could be argued that that stopped November 2001) and what can be best described as a slight form of mindless vegetation (i.e. surfing the net).

A minute ago there was an announcement that the back computer laboratory was to be closed soon. It was quite a pleasant message, very proper and very Melbourne Uni.

Just in case you missed the first act, I'm a Monash Uni student. Now being a Monash Uni student presents itself as an interesting dichotomy, while it can be a great source of pride (we have a building with asbestos; now that’s old school!) it can also be a point of ridicule (mostly when talking to Melbourne Uni students). But it’s not a real problem for me, I’m self absorbed enough in my belief of my own personal greatness and superiority of the common man.

But regardless of my near-superman like ability to fly and wear red underpants without being embarrassed; I’d just like to make a few observations of Melbourne Uni, and by ‘few’ I obviously mean ‘one, quite possibly two, but not three’.

1. Melbourne Uni has more money than Monash Uni in that their computer labs have working air-conditioners. And most of the computers actually work.
2. Melbourne Uni does not encourage its students from drinking water; namely drink bottles are forbidden in the computer labs. Obviously being a student in such a prestigious academic establishment means that one no longer require water to survive.

I can still remember my decadent business systems days (circa 2002-2004) where 24 computer labs were a bastion of junk food wrappers and chicken nuggets. And water was available for all, although caffeinated beverages were the drink of choice.

Anyhows is not a word

Anyway, it seems that I’ve managed to write up something that hopefully fulfils my strict blogging criteria; it consists of random words combined together in a haphazard way with some loose punctuating and at least one use of the exclamation mark.

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