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 Merry-Go-Round...

This story needs to be read by everyone who loved both Wall-E and Battlestar Galactica (the new one).

Don't ask about the thesis. Maybe next week.

Labels: fandom, fanfiction, linking all over the place, yuletide

 Submitted version...

My work has focussed primarily on star formation, looking at the problems of gravitational collapse, and on molecular clouds, simulating the emission of shocked hydroxyl molecules in clouds that are interacting with supernova remnants.

Screw the apologetic tone, I'm awesome and the world needs to know it without a broader opening sentence.

Labels: Catheirne can't do anything right, jobs, tired, writing

 The drafting process...

I was feel in love with astronomy as a teenager after a trip to a remote ghost town in central Australia where they’d never heard of light pollution. Late one night in an empty field I saw the Milky Way for the first time, and in the silence of the night I found myself wondering at how exactly all those stars worked and where they all came from.

Bleh, too girly.

I have wanted to be a theoretical astrophysicist ever since I first realised the power those two words have over mere mortals.

Too maniacal.

I dislike talking about myself and everything I have written within this document is complete bullshit.

Accurate, but you'll never get a job like that.

I’m just starting out on a career in astrophysics, so I haven’t developed a broad set of research interests yet. I have worked on star formation, looking at the problems of gravitational collapse and on molecular clouds, simulating the emission of shocked hydroxyl molecules in clouds that are interacting with supernova remnants.

Eh, it'll do until the boss tells you to write it more formally.

Labels: grumpyCat, jobs, Oh help I dont speak spanish or portuguese, writing

 'Twas a week before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, except Catherine who was swearing like a banshee...

The Christmas present I had ordered entirely too late arrived this evening. I opened it and was amazed to discover that they'd sent the wrong bloody thing: something I could have easily picked up in store without paying an eight dollar shipping charge. Crap!

The recipe I was following to make everyone else's Christmas presents gave me chocolate powdery mess, rather than something "with the consistency of frosting". I had to use my emergency supply of non-vegetable-fat dairy milk, which I was saving for a really bad day, rather than gifting. Crap!

In random linkage: this is how I feel about blogging.

And in much less rage-inspiring news, just in case anyone missed it, my Heidi had a baby, Nicholas Demetrios Demetriou. He's gorgeous.

Labels: baby-nick, christmas, fire pretty, grumpyCat

 Well, have at it...

I've quite stupidly decided that I want to apply for jobs. I want to be one of the underpaid, unappreciated, unloved. That is, a postdoc. My first application deadline is this Sunday, and I haven't yet got myself a statement of research interests, which is apparently a Big Deal.

But after most of a week of suffering, I present to you my CV. All feedback and job offers are gladly appreciated.

Labels: astronomy, dangerous things, jobs, middle class mediocrity, uni

 Writing all night long...

Stuff I've been trying to articulate to Liz as she reads the books: what do you see in him again? - on Edward and Bella's relationship.

Today I got some more work done, finally finishing my rewrite / edit of section three of the paper and getting deeply into the fourth, which is much more scary. Hopefully it won't take as long to figure out, but it's not seeming likely at the moment, as I'm very confused about these things. Stuff is falling into the star rapidly, but it's all a bit confusing after that. Tomorrow I'll see the boss and we'll talk about that.

Labels: a godawful mess, thesis ftw, writing

 So tired...

All I wanted to do today was get that stupid 3rd section of the paper written. I've still got about three paragraphs to go, but at 5pm I realised there was a terrible mistake in my plots, so I had to re-derive the equations and then redraw those instead. But at least I'm still likely to get it done before my meeting with the boss on Wednesday.

But to show I care, here's the uni's Christmas message, complete with snow and talk of the recession.

Labels: club mac, linking all over the place, never going to graduate, thesis ftl, writing

 Fuck this shit...

Someday I am going to have a place of my own, where no one can ask favours of me that need to be done right this second (when said favour involves me not looking my worst, I don't think "right this second" is an appropriate time frame for someone slightly hungover and premenstrual. Five minutes is all I asked for). And then when I'm dressed up, chucking a hissy fit and saying you don't want to do it anymore is just bitchy.

So... yeah, looking forward to a place of my own, where I can eat on my own schedule, and work as I chose, and things will be clean, and nice, and people will like me. Because everything around here sucks. Especially me.

Labels: life is fail, tired, wasting my life

 In Summary...

I haven't finished typing up everything I wrote yesterday (decided I needed sleep more than a real wordcount last night), but with half a page of equations to go I've hit the goal. Yay me! Now to do it again this month! .... *snores*

Pity about the paper. Best get on that now.

Oh and today's item for heaping scorn upon is my calendar: "Rose is a shop girl from the present day. From the moment they meet, the Doctor and Rose are soul mates. As they travel through history and across the universe, the Doctor shows Rose things beyond her imagination. She starts out as an innocent, fettered by earthly concerns. Now she is an adventurer will home ever be the same?" I should note once more that in this enemies and allies calendar, K9 and the TARDIS both get a month, as do the werewolves and those cat nurses from that one episode that time, but not Martha, Donna, Mickey or any other human who isn't St Rose of the Powell Estate.

Labels: 1000 words, InaDWriMo, thesis ftw, writing