Things I’ve done this week to avoid my brain exploding while trying to get through chapter 12 on reasoning.
- Completed by hand my 2009-10 self-assessment tax return, made a trip to the post office to buy a 1st class large letter stamp and then posted it. That’s several months ahead of the deadline and if I’d chosen to do it electronically it’s even more months ahead of the deadline. (There’s a long and boring story as to why I refuse to file electronically which if you catch me in the bar at Residential School I’ll tell you all about if you really, really need to get to sleep.)
- Taken Archie, our house rabbit, to the vets to have his … ahem, bunny-bits removed and put up with his accusing looks ever since. I think he was expecting a bit of male solidarity from me, rather than the abrupt curtailing his amorous overtures to licky-duck. In Archie’s case, it’s the bunny that gorps the duck.
- Spent lots of time thinking about my Residential School projects since the return of the TMA03 project proposal form, without actually doing anything particularly constructive about it.
- Accidently spent Wednesday evening watching that tennis match, even though I care little about the game.
- Chatted to fellow DD303 students online about how horrible chapter 12 is and got involved in other skirmishes.
- Re-acquainted myself, courtesy of 4Music, with the genius that is Trigger Happy TV (Are you sure you haven’t been pushing anyone in the lake, sir?) and spent time wondering how Dom Joly’s never quite managed to reach the same heights since.
- Got excited about my forthcoming trip to our US offices, changed my airline seat (in economy:-() several times and have checked the exchange rate constantly (it’s at $1.5065 to £1 this morning, folks.)
… in short, I’ve done everything I can to ensure that I got through it without wanting to take the chapter and ram it up parts of the author’s anatomy should I ever run across him. I’ve concluded, rationally or otherwise, it must be something to do with him being called Mike. The last time I studied something quite so impenetrable was the Numerical Algorithms module of my Computer Science degree back in the dim and distant days of 1983. (Sorry Limes, I still haven’t found the photograph of me wearing yellow legwarmers yet.) The author of that module was called Mike as well. If the author is called Mike, then you know you’re in for a hard time trying to understand him. Probably.
Anyway, at least the chapter is over with until exam revision time. I might choose to avoid a question on it though if I can.
I’m hoping everyone called Mike will agree that it’s the only truly rational course of action.