|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.
Barbara: All I need is my supervisor's approval; then I can submit it.
Marie: That's great!
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.
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.
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