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morslaMad weekend, crashing headlong into a mad week. I have bags under my eyes and paint under my fingernails. There are lines on the back of my left hand, from where I've drawn my paintbrushes back into fine points - red, black and silver, to match my palette. I'm steering clear of coffee and other artificial eye-openers... while I need to work around the clock, I need my hands to be steady. It's an interesting skill to learn - perhaps I'll take up open-heart surgery one day.
Saturday, and the graduation (finally) arrived. Seven years in the uni, and I finally escaped with a piece of paper to show for it :) We went to the Departmental function in the afternoon, where I met up with the rest of the geo group - I think there are only four of us not working in western Australia at the moment. I talked to people about communications, and about using a degree for something other than research - most people looked at me a little strangely, but I met the co-ordinator of a new Science Communication subject over at Monash. Eeenteresting...
Sunday saw Adam and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
teknohippi's wedding. Pirates! Morris Dancers! Poems, vows, choristers, impromtu theatre, chocolate cake rich enough to break carving knives in it! In the words of one of the parents (Adam's dad?) - "I've been to a great many formal weddings, and always thought they lacked something. One thing this gathering could never be accused of, is lacking something..."
Congratulations to the bride & groom - and thanks for a great afternoon. Best wishes to you both :)
I seem to have developed a new identity as "that guy we keep seeing at clubs." At least a dozen people have said hi at various social gatherings and mentioned that they recognised me :) It's odd - generally, a dancefloor is too noisy & crowded to speak on, but if I'm standing at the bar I won't have a single person speak to me at a club. If I'm dancing, people will come over and talk all night - maybe it's safer, as they know the crowd can whisk them away after a few moments if the random stranger turns out to be too creepy...
I blinked and it was Monday. Somehow, I need to paint another fifty models by Thursday afternoon, to prepare for a tournament that runs over the weekend. I still remember when it was unusual to finish ten in a week - this is going to be interesting...
Saturday, and the graduation (finally) arrived. Seven years in the uni, and I finally escaped with a piece of paper to show for it :) We went to the Departmental function in the afternoon, where I met up with the rest of the geo group - I think there are only four of us not working in western Australia at the moment. I talked to people about communications, and about using a degree for something other than research - most people looked at me a little strangely, but I met the co-ordinator of a new Science Communication subject over at Monash. Eeenteresting...
Sunday saw Adam and
teknohippi's wedding. Pirates! Morris Dancers! Poems, vows, choristers, impromtu theatre, chocolate cake rich enough to break carving knives in it! In the words of one of the parents (Adam's dad?) - "I've been to a great many formal weddings, and always thought they lacked something. One thing this gathering could never be accused of, is lacking something..."Congratulations to the bride & groom - and thanks for a great afternoon. Best wishes to you both :)
I seem to have developed a new identity as "that guy we keep seeing at clubs." At least a dozen people have said hi at various social gatherings and mentioned that they recognised me :) It's odd - generally, a dancefloor is too noisy & crowded to speak on, but if I'm standing at the bar I won't have a single person speak to me at a club. If I'm dancing, people will come over and talk all night - maybe it's safer, as they know the crowd can whisk them away after a few moments if the random stranger turns out to be too creepy...
I blinked and it was Monday. Somehow, I need to paint another fifty models by Thursday afternoon, to prepare for a tournament that runs over the weekend. I still remember when it was unusual to finish ten in a week - this is going to be interesting...
