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So, in an attempt to kitten-proof my flat (as noticed by a lot of people on my last entry, he is extremely cute. I promise I'll try to limit the crazy cat-owner talk) I decided on a trip to Ikea to replace the Ivar shelf I've been using for everything computer related so far with something closed that would not provide such an exciting rope course made of cables.

Found a TV bench that looked ok on the website, checked availability at Ikea Tottenham/Edmonton got no errors so left home begrudgingly (I had just finished my 12 nights in a row that morning with a call and incoming patient at 04:15) at about 16:00 to drive there.

Driving in London is a bad idea, I know, but reaching Ikea any other way is even worse )

And now to the important part: Why are they not offering onions, pickles or even mayonnaise for the Ikea hot-dogs in the UK? These are the things that make these hot-dogs great instead of the most boring kind of food ever!

This is seriously the bit that annoyed me most about the whole day. Get me stuck in traffic as long as you want, but I want pickles on my hot-dog for my troubles.


So, today I put the shelf together, put it in place and equipped with all the extension cords it needs. I guess the kitten will need to find some other way to try and kill itself now.
Also managed to get a haircut and generally just veg out in front of the computer otherwise. I definitely needed that day off.
And tomorrow it's off to a couple of museum stores to find some nice postcards, get some climbing in on the way home and in the evening, back to work. My life is so exciting.

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  • Number of animals I've killed last night: 4
    (Perhaps worth clarifying, that was what I set out to do. If they'd all died on me while I was trying to keep them alive, my mood would be much worse.)
  • Number of animals on whose life I potentially improved in a meaningful way: 1
    (Oh, I treated a couple more, but if you're a 14 year old Lurcher, nothing I do will make much of a difference to you anyway.)
  • Sometimes work is not exactly uplifting.
    Oh well.
  • Number of nights I still have to work: 3
  • Number of animals I might have adopted: 1

Have two pictures of Tiny, looking at him without being cheered up is not easy:

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I definitely suck at updating anymore. I partly blame my need to complain about stupid clients/PDSA clients/stupid PDSA clients/clients in general. I love my job but I hate people. Nothing new there I guess. But it gets boring after a couple of repetitions

I'm halfway through my insane 12 night shifts in a row. For which I have no one to blame but myself because M. would never put me on the rota for more than five in a row without me asking for it. And just because twelve 15h+ nights one after the other weren't enough, I decided to to do a couple of them not in my usual practice, but a place that is usually much more busy.
Madness, pure and simple.

Sleep deprivation makes me babble more than usual. So let's see if I can use that to update some more.

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I have pictures from Gibraltar I'd like to post, some rambling about my camera, some babbling about blisters (on blisters on blisters) and likely a lot more that I just can't remember right now.

But the one thing I have to post about, is how much my Roomba amuses me.
It does a little fanfare when it's finished cleaning! It gets stuck in silly places and calls for help!
I've had the thing less than 24h but I can already tell I'm going to regard it as a pretty dumb but slightly useful pet.

I'm so easily amused.

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I'll just have to write an entry about a bit of what's going on at the moment now - however incomplete it will be - because otherwise I'm most likely never ever going to post again. And we don't want that, right?
I *am* religiously reading my DW and LJ reading pages every day, I'm just not talking. Something I'm saying in every entry I manage to force out, I know.

Not touching on a lot of things I've done since February (Really? How is time passing this quickly?), but since the /-Treffen (Which was also more than a month ago? Argh!) I've done a couple of working marathons - six nights of work, one day off, repeat - because I'm a crazy person and like my job a lot, even if I'm constantly complaining.
And after that I started my crazy month of June.

This includes, but is not limited to, a half marathon, dogsitting and about six flights all over Europe )

Wow, that was ... wordy. And rambling. Business as usual I guess.

July is looking to be fairly quiet in comparison. Only a hen party (Why this obsession with weddings, Brits? I don't get it!), some random hiking in the New Forrest and that's it. Until I start to get bright ideas again.
But since I've just ordered a Roomba (I shouldn't look at Groupons. But in my defense, I need a new hoover anyway and the reduced price is pretty much what I would pay for a mid range Dyson too. And it's not even that much more than the ubiquitous Henry) one of my bright ideas will probably be to watch the floor being cleaned. And I'm ok with that.

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Of course I'll not notice the bit of Cornflake that dropped into my coffee until I'm trying to drink the last bit of it in one go. I might stop harking like a cat coughing up a hairball soon, but I give no guarantees.


And now that the mental plug of that last entry is gone (I do that all the time, mentally working on an entry and then not being able to post about anything else because my brain is still working on that other thing.) I can go back to more regular brainless blathering.

Recently, while watching all of The West Wing, my DVD player (it's quite old and temperamental -that's why the media centre/streaming pc is an actual plan instead of a geeky fancy) absolutely refused to play one episode, so I got out the CDs with the .avis [personal profile] kriski gave me years ago.
I know I watched nearly the whole series of those then, but *how* is a mystery to me. The difference in quality is amazing.
Now I feel the need to go and search for some Star Trek TOS that should still be around here somewhere on video tapes. Just to appreciate the improvement from then.

I also had a look at the WW fanfic. Looking back at a fandom years after it closed is always interesting to me and seeing some of the stories with the knowledge of later seasons is quite funny. Doesn't make the good ones bad though.
*goes back to haunting archives*

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I *could* be doing the online cpd thing I've been doing the last few days, but as this weeks topic is very internal medicine based I just don't care enough.
So, time for a rambling 'What's going on in my life' post.

Looong and rambling )

As I said, this is more bragging about how good my life is than anything else, I'm aware of that. But I needed something to do and all this has been bouncing around in my head taking up space for a while now.

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So, LJ had the writer's block prompt of "What's the origin of your username? If you could change it to anything else, would you, and what would it be?" and since I'm falling back into the habit of not posting, I'll try to answer that one.

I've had this username since the very first time I had to create an account online. 1998 or thereabouts. GMX had this social forum/chat thing called GiMiX and when I wanted to register I tried ever Discworld related name I could imagine. Most were already in use. Until I found this one. Only to later realize that this was because the guy in the books is actually called Ridcully.

But I liked the name. It serves as a reminder how ridiculous I can be. And since its a misspelling, it was mostly available in every new place I wanted to create an account. So it stuck.
And I'm sticking to it. By now it is the online *me*.

I wouldn't change the name for anything. I do have a couple of accounts under the name of alex_t, mostly things that might be connected with my real name since I've tried my best to not make Ridicully come up on any searches for my real name, but that's the extend of it.
Ridicully I shall stay.


And now I'll hit post before I think of something else that needs to be included in this entry. And something else. And something else. And then not post at all because it's such a mess.

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Honestly. I don't mind euthanasias generally and all of them were perfectly justified but enough is enough.
It's mostly a combination of bad luck and the time of the year (people don't want to face saying goodbye to beloved pets before christmas) but of the last seven patients I saw only three made it out alive (with two of those relatively likely to die before the week is over too). And if we figure in my colleague, we go up to a 70% death rate.
Can I have a cat with an abscess, a broken leg or even a rta again?
Something I can do more to than just stop any suffering?
Pretty please?

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That year in review meme )

Reflecting over the past decade would take too long for this entry. Those were *busy* ten years.
Now I'll eat the last of the mince pies and maybe knit some more. (I've started knitting because motorcycle repairs in <0° temperatures just aren't fun. Oh hell I've got *hobbies*...)

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One of sister2's presents to me was an Adipose stress toy.
Not only is it cute:

But I'm also incapable of not poking it at least once every ten minutes.

I don't even usually *do* stress toys...

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I sort of realised today that if I don't write something here, updates won't magically appear. So I'd better start on this posting thing again.

Right. I hope everyone had a nice couple of days, celebrated whatever holiday you do and wasn't too bothered by the weather.

Have a rambling braindump about my days )

Anyway, I have an enormous pile of filing/to-do/deal-with stuff on my desk and want to get a start on that before I leave for work, so I'll stop here as not to exhaust my newfound posting energy on the first entry.
Hope everyone enjoys the quiet time before the new year starts up.


P.S. Amazon UK has amazing offers on DVD boxed sets at the moment. They are evil, but all three seasons of Star Trek TOS for less than 40£ is hard to beat...

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I really like living here, but the way life just shuts down because of a bit of snow is driving me insane.
Especially since I was in northern Finland just last week where snow is just something that happens and then you deal with it sensibly.
No, 10 (or even 15) cm of snow do not equal "being snowed in". And I say that as someone who very cleverly left her winter tires in Germany when I brought the car over here.

*grumblemumblegrumble*

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Yesterday, my nurse asked me if I'd seen the new Merlin. Umm. Yes, you could say that. Saw, squeed, laughed... take your pick.
But it's kind of disconcerting to have work and fandom mix like that out of the blue. Is laughing like mad about the "little bottom" comment something you can admit among non-fangirls?

Otherwise, I'm still running circles in my own mind. Leaves me feeling restless.
My parents visiting didn't help. Neither did my uncle dying on the first day they were here.
Since the priest was on holiday the funeral was today, which made it impossible for me to attend. This also didn't help.

Amazingly enough, Mindbloom is actually helping me getting some things done and some kind of order into my thousand projects.
For example , I'm slowly working through my Photos. I'm also working on my CPD certificate, my personal fitness plan, and lots of other things.
I seem to be missing a proper, all-encompassing aim at the moment. This might explain the restlessness. Hmm.

Anyway. In an attempt to make coherent entries again, I might do the '30 days all about me in excruciating detail' meme.
We'll see.

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Brain-To-Textprocessor interface now, please!
Because, I have at least three more or less written entries. I just don't manage to transcribe them.

I've just come back from Brands Hatch where my father is working this weekend and have one more night to work before it's my week off again. This wouldn't be bad if I had slept at least a couple of the days this week. Which I haven't. So, once again I'm running on what little sleep I got in the nights and stubbornness. Always fun.

Next week my parents will visit me. Which would be no problem if Ikea and I had managed to arrange a delivery time before now. As it is, my big Sofabed won't be delivered until my parents are gone. Which means I have to get out the camping bed again. Joy.

For my own reference, some of the things I want to write about, in no particular order:
Job, motorcycle, good intentions, new job, trip to Liverpool, friendships, moving, sports, fandom, flat...
It would be nice if I could at least manage to write about two of them this time around.

We'll see what happens, but the next entries better be less disjointed.

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I'm actually pretty busy, but I'm also sulking because that's me:

and I don't want to update until I'm allowed to call myself Dr. Ridicully.

*sulks some more*

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Got told yesterday that I'm supposed to defend until next Friday.
Got Prof. Blub out of the way this morning. Of the other two, one is in the US for the next two weeks and the other one is willing to examine me at pretty much any date I give him.
If the US guy would give me a date so I can arrange for flights, phone-conferences and everything else I'd be happy. What do you mean, it's not yet 9 am where he is? Answer me.
Did I mention next week is a work week for me? And I already have to fly here for one day for a wedding?
Oh hell. Don't expect coherence from me for the next while. (As if you ever would)



ridicully: painting of the Paulskirche in 1848, with the word History in the sky (history)

Did I mention I'm in England, working, this week?
I braved a pub to watch the game with some colleagues.

I couldn't help myself but explain about the Wembley goal after that one goal wasn't given. But I'm happy they scored some more afterwards, because winning only on that one would have been bad.
We did sneak out quietly ten minutes before the end as not to encounter a lynchmob.

No, I don't really care for football, but during the world cup the atmosphere of watching it public is really quite nice.

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I think [personal profile] cjk1701 sums up the current going ons in german politics quite nicely.

Now, if the internet would provide me with any rumoured candidate for the job that doesn't make me freeze up in terror, I'd be grateful.

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First of all, thanks to everyone who had kind words about my cat keeling over dead. I really appreciated them, even though I still don't know how to answer them.

On that point I still don't know what caused her death. Pathologists say completely healthy cat. Just dead. Weird.
Anyway. Apart from the fact that I just didn't know what kind of entry to write to follow up on that one, I have been busy turning in my dissertation (waiting for the defense now and working on the publication I need to finish before being allowed to print the thing), getting all my stuff out of my flat and into storage/my parents' basement, finding a job and organizing a move to another country with all the paperwork that entails.
Still not finished on that last point but getting there.
Had an interview to apply for a NI number this morning. They'll answer at some point in the next six weeks. I wouldn't mind so much (even though I called them three weeks before I started work and they told me to wait until I was in the UK before setting up an interview...) but without some kind of official letter sent to my address I can't open a bank account. And without a NI number I can't complete my employment forms. Both of which mean no salary until that number is here. Please no to be taking six weeks!

I've been in Essex for the last six days, doing consultations on the weekend to get an idea how things work here and started to work at my proper job (Night Vet) on Monday.
Until now, I feel as if could do the job with my hands tied behind my back. We'll see how that looks at the end of this week or in a month...

Since I work on a one week on, one week off schedule, next week I fly back to Frankfurt, put all my stuff that's at my parents in a rental van, drive to Berlin to get all my stuff from storage in the van as well, drive to Holland, get on a ferry to Harwich, drive to Hertfordshire, get the keys to my flat, empty the van, drive back to Harwich, ferry to Holland and drive back to Frankfurt.
All that in less than 72 hours. Sounds like great fun, right?

After that I have two days to get from Frankfurt to Berlin, since my flight back to England leaves from there. Then it's one week of work again. Three days of trying to get the flat into some semblance of order. And then four days of a conference in Cambridge. Then back to work. And so on.

Did I mention that my best friend is getting married in the beginning of July. In Berlin? I see lots of flights and rental cars in my future.

@dirtyzucchini: I'd actually love to see the Mika DVD I've just been ... busy. Since I'll probably be in Berlin at least once a month for the foreseeable future, maybe we can still find a time to watch it together. Otherwise I might have to borrow it from you :)

Ok, now to get this posted before another day passes.
I've actually been aiming for rambling infodump with this one, so this is one goal achieved...

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Just when you think you have dealt with a pretty bad day and can now relax and hope tomorrow will be better, your cat falls of the scratching post and is dead.

Now that? Was unexpected.

*is flabbergasted some more*

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At work, we go through a lot of scrubs in a day. And white coats. And lots of other items of clothing.
When I say a lot, I mean a lot. Over 20 vets, about 15 nurses, 8 to 10 students and the occasional volunteer get bleed, shit, drooled, pissed, vomited and shed on. Ultrasound gel, disinfectant and plain dirt are also in abundance. On a bad day, I could change four to five times.

Now imagine the fun times it brings when we run out of clean clothes because our laundry firm is going bankrupt/on strike/lazy/whatever.

If you're expecting to wear scrubs the whole day, you generally don't put much thought in what you wear below.
I'm certainly not the fashion police, but that were some really strange looks today. Sadly, tomorrow everyone will be better prepared.

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For reasons I've not yet ascertained my life is one panic-inducing thing after the other right now. After the 'waiting for reply on application' panic, follows the 'omfg interview' panic, which will in turn be followed by the 'waiting for an answer again' panic.
Sprinkle a bit of 'thesis nearly ready to be officially turned in' panic and the following 'waiting for defence' panic and once I've reached the defence date (I can't quite believe I ever will) I'm not quite sure I'll able to panic any more.

*Is determinedly not thinking about leaving her friends and instead concentrating on making contingency plans*

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I am not actively superstitious, but I tend to get very quiet about my plans once I'm waiting for answers. Talking - or even thinking - about them, makes my brain run in circles. And once that happens, I'm no use to anyone.
Being disappointed or actively panicking is much more my thing. At least I can *do* something then.

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So, everyone told us we were lunatics to go camping in the cold. And you know what? They didn't even come close to the real problem. The problem lies in skiing for hours with a rucksack (and kind of getting lost for a while) and then realizing that no matter the cold, if you sleep on the floor with your muscles aching like this, you'll not be able to get up in the morning, let alone move.

Hence us skipping the camping bit. Which annoys my inner child a little bit ("But I WANT to") but is really the most reasonable decision. Especially since colleague M is the one of us both who will freeze more easily and I have to consider that as well. I don't want my go-to-guy for crazy stuff like this to come to harm after all *g*.

No matter, I still loved every second of the whole thing. Even when we got lost and realized that we were actually walking through a bit of swamp. Which was barely frozen over. In the dark.

I need to do something like that again soon!

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  • I've just peeled myself out of 8 layers of clothing (not counting underwear. And to be completely truthful, it were only 8 layers on the top, the legs had to make do with just three).
  • My backpack still fitted.
  • I could move. Somehow.

Tomorrow can come.

Colleague M and I intend to go ski touring and camping in Mecklenburg-Vorpommern for the weekend.
Yes, we're crazy. No, that won't stop us.

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One of the universal problems of life:

How do you write a letter of intent without sounding like a pompous arse?

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After the first day of the new year is nearly over, even I do manage to wish everyone a Happy New Year!

I spent the day mostly with sleeping, taking a walk in the snow (OMG so much snow) and catching up on my circle and flist.
Quite lazy, but I like lazy occasionally.

New years resolutions are not really my thing, but I noticed some time ago when searching something on my LJ, that somehow I managed to write entries that were, while certainly not riveting masterpieces of literature, certainly easy enough to read. And amazingly enough, rereading them can be even fun, and brings back memories. So, my kind of new years resolution is this: Write more entries like that again, not only manic-panicy braindumps. Though these have their place of course, this is after all a LJ DW-journal-thingy.

New Years Eve I spent first with J., her boything and a few friends, and afterward, when they and the others wanted to go to the Brandenburger Tor for the fireworks, with my second main group of friends - aka my colleagues. That part was spent mostly sulking. Because, while I'm mostly over The Crush, having one of my best friends decide that spending what's probably my last New Year in Berlin with us would be too much of a bother (no, he didn't have better plans as far as I know) annoyed me.
I'm not one for big parties myself, but how hard can sitting around eating and talking until midnight and then excusing yourself early (as I did) really be? Idiot.
Oh well, I got over it as usual.

Starting tomorrow, I have a lot of things to do before I have the night shift again on Sunday. So I better end this now and prepare the picspam I've been planning on for some time.
Also, I still have the newest Doctor Who to watch, just to see for myself how bad it really is.

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I'm at my parents. Arrived on one of the last flights before they decided to shut down Europe's second largest airport because of the weather.
I wasn't very happy about my flight being delayed about 1.5 hours when I had a friend drop me off at 2:30am, because waiting for 5:30 at the airport wouldn't be as bad as getting up at 3:30 to go there, anyway.

Aside from the usual craziness, my family is grumpy that I leave again very early on the 25th even though I've told them about that before I even booked my flights. But that's just how my family works.
I'm quite happy with only four days here. I love my family very much. I just can't stand all of them for very long. I *like* living on my own.

Seeing how I have to work the night shifts on the 26th and 27th and promised M and F to help them (day shift on the 25th and night shift on the 25th respectively) I don't see much relaxation in the next few days.
And I could need some. I'm going slowly mad here (well, mad-er). I'm fed up with my job, I want to work in the UK next, but I've not yet made any more concrete plans. And that's not good for my 'need to plan everything carefully' mind.
Also, I want to apply in London. Question is, do I go for the 'completely unattainable and no-way I'll get it' job, or the 'chances are still slim, but it might just work' job? Just to make it clear, the point is not to get a job as a vet in the UK, that, I'm pretty sure, even I can manage. The question is, do I make the my falling down on my face as spectacular as possible before settling for something passable or do I only stretch a bit and see if I can reach?
Applying for both is not really an option, getting even two references will be a bit of a problem, thanks to Prof. Blub's insanity.

And since this is going round and 'round and 'round in my brain while I'm in a babbling mood anyway, you get an entry that even I am not quite sure what it's about.

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I'm thinking about telling my landlord I'm moving out of this flat at the end of March. Not because I've already found a job or new place to live, but because I think it will give me the kick I need to stop talking and start changing things.

I'll post more about my plans - or at all - once I've stopped freaking out.

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I just love Merlin.

I don't know how to describe this week's episode but SQUEEEEE!
I've never been very coherent but this is an all time low. And I don't care. My love and squee aren't rational. They just are *g*

Need more Merlin icons. Also need to make a Waily!Feegle icon. Most of all need to talk normal again.

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I don't know if short and superficial posts are better than no posts at all, but since they're the best I can manage, the question really is irrelevant.

Anyway, even though I live in a cave and didn't realize it was time for another episode of Doctor Who already, I really liked Waters of Mars once I noticed (because my circle started raving) and downloaded it.

I always like the Doctor's exuberance, even when it has a more than manic note in it.
And the drama was good drama.

Talking about it without a cut isn't going so well, but I'm too tired busy lazy to look up if I remember the code correctly, so 'I liked it. I *really* liked it' will have to do.

And now that I've posted the entry before I meant to, I'll wander off and search for new icons, because I've been feeling like it.

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I started the first weekend in a month that I did not have to drive 300+km somewhere with sleeping 18 hours.
That's what you get after working the day and the night shift at the clinic and than half a day at a congress as well. Would have been a whole day at the congress but Mme Organizer was everything but and won't notice I wasn't there the afternoon, seeing how she didn't know what I should do over 90% of the time I was there.

I plan to spend the weekend with lots of Criminal Minds, Merlin and other fanish things.
I'm also supposed to meet M. to advise him on which media server and associated appliances to buy.
Maybe the weekend will also include a useful entry here. Stranger things have happened.

Off to be busy!

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I've driven over 1500km in the last 60 hours. I've seen over 2 hours of vids. I've met new and old people. I've listened to one CD on repeat for the last 10 hours.
I've had lots of fun - but no internet for two days.
My brain needs to settle before I can write a more coherent entry.

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First of all, thanks to everyone for the conga rats!

While I'm not finished with the diss by far, waiting for Prof. Blub to read it, is something completely different to not having written it yet. It feels good.

After my very frazzled entry, I had a very nice birthday. Boring, but nice. Long bath with silly book (reread Pope Joan, still not particularly good but enjoyable nonetheless), which I hadn't allowed myself until I finished either (books, not the baths) sleeping for a few hours in a freshly made bed, more reading, dinner with M. (no one else could make time to come, such are the joys of our place of work) - on our own our conversation tends to the awkward, live was easier in Kindergarten when it was still possible to say "I like you, can I be your friend?" without having to justify it - and did a clean install of Karmic Koala on Lachesis.

Today I avoided killing the Bitch Queen From Hell once again (barely), saw a Boa throw up 70cm of carpet and a dead rat and our head surgeon fix his trousers with Backhaus clamps.
I live a surreal live at the best of times.

Now to finish setting up the computer with everything I want, start on the case report, maybe read the articles for the journal club tomorrow and most importantly acquire all the TV series I did not watch in the last six months (or maybe I'll wait until the weekend, I might get pimped something new at the Querstrich meeting...)
Oh! I nearly forgot. I need to play around on Google Wave for a bit as well. Most of it sounds so cool, I've wanted to try it out for a few months already.

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Hi, this is [personal profile] ridicully or Alex, who used to post here occasionally.

That is until work killed her dead and she made a deal with herself not to post any more until the first complete draft of the dissertation was out of her hands. I've been reading and - very occasionally - commenting on dreamwidth and intend to catch up on LJ as well. But, the point is...
I turned in the first draft. I don't have any control over when Prof. Blub will read it, but it's out of my hands. Dear gods but the words "Inaugural-Dissertation zur Erlangung des Grades eines Doktors der Veterinärmedizin" scare me to death.

Now, in an attempt to avoid freaking out completely, I'm going to have a bath, sleep for a few hours and enjoy the rest of the day (I worked the night shift today, hence the having the day off.)
Expect much babbling to happen around here for the next while.

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At [personal profile] kriski's. [personal profile] dirtyzucchini's also here.

There was pimping of The Mentalist and Sherlock Holmes and I've been told there will be Leverage later on.
Also watched Star Trek and Iron Man, though I slept through the beginning of the later one.

Meeting fellow fans directly after the forth night-shift in ten days might not be the best thing for my sleep patterns, but it sure is fun.
Now back to trying to understand that Hunter-Gatherer extension for Carcassonne and later watch Wall-E and whatever else catches our fancy.

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While I would love to squee at length about the movie - or even finally go to see it a second time - I can't. We have a prolapsed disc to operate on once I finished my tea, I'm on call for surgeries for the rest of the weekend and my parents are in town and will want to see me at some point today.

So, before my opinion gets influenced by the bits of flist-reading I'm hoping to do in between, I absolutely loved the movie. J.'s boything who went with me to watch it on Thursday was very amused to see me bouncing in my seat, clapping my hands and silently screaming at the most random moments.

I couldn't say if it's objectively a *good* movie - my judgement of everything Star Trek can't be trusted, because it's love, not rational - but I don't think it's a *bad* movie. And really, I'm not asking for more.
I don't really care for the Spock/Uhura shipping, but even that was handled mostly ok. And the rest just made me squee. (Any scene with Old!Spock, I was grinning like a loon).


And now, off to the world of CT-scans and myelograms.

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I have one notebook updating to SP2 in my hall (originally here because Endnote tried to eat my colleague's dissertation), another notebook next to my desk, waiting for its data to be salvaged (its pretty dead otherwise) and a netbook that I'm supposed to set up with any OS that's not Linpus or Windows.
All this in addition to my own lot of computery things.

I thought I decided against IT when I went for veterinary medicine.

No wonder my diss is moving at glacial speed.


Only crossposting to DW for now. I've not yet figured out for myself what I want to be my main account. Or how to handle the logistics.

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Still around and reading. Just trying to finish the diss and as such a bit busy.
Once I hand it it, I expect babbling to happen.

Onward!

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These Hochrechnungen are ... interesting.

All of the SPD's predicted losses more or less evenly distributed between Grüne and FDP? Sure, why not.

Having voted three weeks ago, I didn't pay much attention to the news in the last few weeks (that's about the only way I can cope with having to vote only one year after the last election, in addition to the other two elections this year) but that's certainly ... fascinating.

ETA: Difference SPD:FDP in my hometown? 1.9%
I did not expect that.

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O.o. And a big thank you for all the vgifts!
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I wish everyone a very happy new year!
I'm stuck without internet in the new flat until the 6th. I'm also still sick - something I started the night after I returned from my parents during my night shift. \o/ fantastic timing.
I'm much better now - no fever any more - but still coughing very impressively. Maybe it will keep tonight's patients away.
And now: moving cartons. Yay.
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It's a day late here, but anyway, I'm wishing everyone a

FROHES FEST !

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At Tegel, waiting for the plane to Frankfurt. Have managed to get a notebook, a netbook, a Palm, an iPod, an iPhone, a camera, two external harddrives and assorted cables through security (modular packing is the key!) and got caught without a ticket in the U-Bahn (if their trains would leave on time or there were more working ticket machines, this would not have happened *grumble*).
I've managed most of the moving buissness as well, only the desk and the sofa left if I really chuck the commode of the devil, which I'd really like to do because that thing is *heavy*.
I've once again learned how great my car is for moving. It's seriously impossible to move with that car and not love it.
Now, on to the plane and off to the madness.
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Room dissasembled and mostly packed up, most presents bought, three quarters of the laundry done.

I've now taken my bed apart so many times, that I have favourite parts in doing it. Or least favourite parts.

The next move *will* be out of this country (it better be!) and as much as I like the bed, I'll be glad not to have to move the thing again.
(I only brained myself once this time! I can learn! But not that IKEA tells us it needs two people to put that thing together. That's just ridiculous.)

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All right. It's Saturday, 9:45 am, and my plane leaves Monday at 12:15 pm.
In between now and then, I have to:

  • Buy presents for my father, my uncle and about five friends
  • Do the laundry (five loads, give or take)
  • Move from my current flat to the new one

This, of course, is not only completely doable, but not at all stressful. At least that's what I tell myself.

In between I also should pack my bags for the week at the parents and figure out a way to get 26 GBP to London.
This might just prove to be the most complicated item on the to do list. I can pay the membership fee of the RCVS via credit card without any troubles, but paying this registration fee for a continuing education course can only be done via cheque (which no bank in Germany provides any more) or direct debit (which is only possible from the UK). I think I'll resort to just putting cash into an envelope and hoping they'll accept it.


Other than that, I'm only at skip=250 on the flist, don't have to work for 8 days and feel amazingly mellow.
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Cleaning the eyes of a sedated fox at one in the morning (while not being on duty even) makes at least for good stories.

ETA: The mangy fox (and when I say mangy, I really mean *mangy*) at two I could have done without though

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Why, reading five years worth of daily webcomics of course.

That and working/helping the night shift on four days in addition to the daily grind.
No, I no longer wonder why I'm behind on my flist, my diss and life in general.

But it's fun! I may need to stop doing it ever two months or so with a new comic though.

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