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Oct. 10th, 2008 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sebastienneToday has been made of fail in so many ways:
First place has to go to locking myself out of an open door.
The key would not turn in the door so I was ringing the bell and phoning housemates and asking next door whether I could try to scramble over their fence... no luck. As I was chatting to the girl next door, I explained how![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ayaron had once broken into his own house, and in explaining this, I turned the door handle; and the door popped open. It had been left on the latch, hence the key not turning. Fail.
Second place, I think, goes to being immensely rude to creepy-boy.
Having had myself androbot_mel answer a query about writing .html files in notepad, and my having said "why not ask the group discussion boards if you still don't get it?", he insisted today that he still did not get it. And that couldn't I just "be a pal" and spend lunchtime trapped in a computer room with him? I asked him, again, what the problem was; he said, "I can't find my .txt files". Having had both myself and robot_mel explain how a .html file could be reopened in notepad by choosing "right click - open with", I said "it's just a text file. I'm sure you can type another one" and stalked off. So now all the full-timers / second-year part-timers think I'm a heinous bitch; and it hasn't even stopped creepy!boy. This afternoon I had *snuck out of the lecture slightly early to avoid him*, and kept my eyes seriously peeled so I could walk away if I saw him coming. Somehow, despite my vigilance, he managed to appear out of nowhere, *two inches behind my left ear* and start talking to me. Argh. The really really irritating thing about all of this is that he still hasn't done anything concretely wrong. He's just freaking me out. There's nothing that I can tell him to stop doing, or make an official complaint about. But I spent most of today hiding from him, nonetheless.
Honourable mentions need to go to not having returned a bunch of really important emails, not having time to tidy up my room even though the clutter is getting me down, and whatever it is that is making me want to sleep fourteen hours a day.
Ah well, at least the Eighth Doctor exists. And someone wrote Eighth/Turing fic over on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
henriettastreet. (Warning: contains the Eighth Doctor immersing himself in complex computational problems. This is an unfair conflation of several of my kinks!) And when I mentioned to my lecturer that his flippant comment about "the intractability of incompleteness theory can be seen from how Godel and Turing both met tragic ends" was a bit fucking misleading as far as Turing was concerned, actually - he drew attention to this in the next lecture.
First place has to go to locking myself out of an open door.
The key would not turn in the door so I was ringing the bell and phoning housemates and asking next door whether I could try to scramble over their fence... no luck. As I was chatting to the girl next door, I explained how
ayaron had once broken into his own house, and in explaining this, I turned the door handle; and the door popped open. It had been left on the latch, hence the key not turning. Fail.Second place, I think, goes to being immensely rude to creepy-boy.
Having had myself and
robot_mel answer a query about writing .html files in notepad, and my having said "why not ask the group discussion boards if you still don't get it?", he insisted today that he still did not get it. And that couldn't I just "be a pal" and spend lunchtime trapped in a computer room with him? I asked him, again, what the problem was; he said, "I can't find my .txt files". Having had both myself and robot_mel explain how a .html file could be reopened in notepad by choosing "right click - open with", I said "it's just a text file. I'm sure you can type another one" and stalked off. So now all the full-timers / second-year part-timers think I'm a heinous bitch; and it hasn't even stopped creepy!boy. This afternoon I had *snuck out of the lecture slightly early to avoid him*, and kept my eyes seriously peeled so I could walk away if I saw him coming. Somehow, despite my vigilance, he managed to appear out of nowhere, *two inches behind my left ear* and start talking to me. Argh. The really really irritating thing about all of this is that he still hasn't done anything concretely wrong. He's just freaking me out. There's nothing that I can tell him to stop doing, or make an official complaint about. But I spent most of today hiding from him, nonetheless.Honourable mentions need to go to not having returned a bunch of really important emails, not having time to tidy up my room even though the clutter is getting me down, and whatever it is that is making me want to sleep fourteen hours a day.
Ah well, at least the Eighth Doctor exists. And someone wrote Eighth/Turing fic over on
henriettastreet. (Warning: contains the Eighth Doctor immersing himself in complex computational problems. This is an unfair conflation of several of my kinks!) And when I mentioned to my lecturer that his flippant comment about "the intractability of incompleteness theory can be seen from how Godel and Turing both met tragic ends" was a bit fucking misleading as far as Turing was concerned, actually - he drew attention to this in the next lecture.