shim: a thin wedge of material (wood or metal or stone) for driving into crevices
circularly: in a circular manner
What do you do when you actually (almost) reach the end of an epic odyssey of a PhD? Well, it's a mystery to me! Ah, mysteries in life endure beyond all reasonable limits when you're me or a three-headed monkey. Perhaps it's like driving a shim (yes!) into a surface you're climbing and all the success is in making it to the point where you have to drive another in. And that's where the analogy stops because we all know where the climb ends. Sigh.
The last week has been a hazy time of final thesis corrections, python calculations on Project X, article writing, job hunting and Drift City. I'm becoming convinced that 'Drift City' is the only online game I really like. There's very little violence and it's mostly just car driving and dodging traffic, and it's rather enjoyable. It would be really nice to beat the tiny two percent rate of success at upgrading my dinky metro but it may take another twenty to thirty attempts! Ah, 'Drift City'.
Sometimes blogs go circularly. ('Huzzah! Bring the magnetic hat and the cannonball!') Sometimes it's hard, and sometimes you just have no idea what to write. On these instances, write nonsense! Gibberish! Look around and talk about the wallpaper, which is white with some marks. I'm listening to a fan commentary on 'Superman II: The Richard Donner Cut' and thinking about sleep. It's interesting, and also circular, and really something to be considered over and over. What's interesting? And does this thing need to be interesting? ('No, that's the recalcitrant sponge! Noooooo!')
What's next? The Whirling Dervish strikes!
Oblivious Oliver.
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