As I discuss in more depth
here, I apparently signed up for
Twitter eight months ago without realising that I had. I do
not think I like Twitter, but since I appear to belong to it now,
for some reason, I may as well mention my WoB updates there until I get disgusted with
myself and delete my account. If you are on Twitter and would
like to take part in the insanity, my handle there seems to be
"angrykem." I am entirely
confused about the fact that I
have a Twitter account. Ah well. Oh...and happy Towel Day, you hoopy froods. |
Monday, May 25, 2009 |
Panel 1: Marie
and Barbara sit on a couch in the Davies College common room, with
Rahim beside them in a chair. Barbara's giant thesis is open between
her and Marie. Marie: Your thesis is huge. Barbara: More importantly, my thesis is finished. Panel 2: Barbara: All I need is my supervisor's approval; then I can submit it. Marie: That's great! Panel 3: Barbara: My supervisor is currently living on a small island in Georgia Strait. He does not have an Internet connection, and he didn't leave me a phone number. Panel 4: Marie: That's less great. Barbara: Albeit very much as per usual. Alt-Text: West of Bathurst is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people or situations is completely in your head. You may even be going mad. I'm just saying. Go to commentary |
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