05 December 2006
pig stupid
One of the more stupid things I've done of late - and believe me there have been a litany - was to somehow, unbelievably, ridiculously forget to save the very final version of my PhD. This is not totally awful, in the sense that I have already submitted, but is extremely stupid in the sense that I didn't have time to print my own copy out before the terribly unstable ancient laptop I was using recently packed up and died.
Left with the image of turning up to my own viva empty-handed (page what? what argument? section huh?), I was contemplating ringing up one of my examiners and asking him if I could photocopy the damn thing (assuming he hadn't already covered it in big red crosses and 'NO!'s).
But, horrah! Joy of joys, it slipped my mind that I had sent a copy of the whole thing to one person - the dark Prince - so all is well. I have it back. But how tenuous, how utterly, utterly idiotic of me. It's almost as if the one thing you really shouldn't do becomes the only thing you actually do...there must be a name for this kind of thing...
Left with the image of turning up to my own viva empty-handed (page what? what argument? section huh?), I was contemplating ringing up one of my examiners and asking him if I could photocopy the damn thing (assuming he hadn't already covered it in big red crosses and 'NO!'s).
But, horrah! Joy of joys, it slipped my mind that I had sent a copy of the whole thing to one person - the dark Prince - so all is well. I have it back. But how tenuous, how utterly, utterly idiotic of me. It's almost as if the one thing you really shouldn't do becomes the only thing you actually do...there must be a name for this kind of thing...
