Dispersion, part 2

[truepenny]

Or: the Attack of Santa Claus's Evil Deranged Academic Twin

Five copies of my dissertation are now in five separate mailboxes, despite the best efforts of the university's architecture and parking regulations to thwart me.

I am free from that fucking albatross.

Except for the defense and writing the abstract for Bell and Howells and whatever my committee wants done to it and ...

Never mind.

For now, I am free from that FUCKING albatross.

Go Team Me.

Comments

[rivka.livejournal.com]

You absolutely rock! Go you!

And enjoy this happy period between finishing and the defense for all it's worth. Rest! Engage in recreation! Gloat!

[yonmei.livejournal.com]

Yay you!

*does happy dance*
*orders mass celebration*
*sacrifices ox*
*remembers is vegetarian*
*reprieves ox, sacrifices tofu*

Excellent news. Go celebrate!

[renenet.livejournal.com]

Go Team You, indeed. For you rocketh utterly. This accomplishment feels too huge for LJ comments to successfully address it. I'm thinking more like drunken revels and debauchery. Or, translated into your reality, dinners out, apricot twists, media watchage and cats, but approached with the giddy freedom of a furloghed prisoner or sailor on shore leave. Or perhaps some ceremonial lying about or, you know, [insert your pleasure here]. Also? Woo hoo!

[calanthe-b.livejournal.com]

~is thrilled for you~

[reannon.livejournal.com]

Wahoo Truepenny!

(My mother is jealous.)

There's a great cartoon on our fridge about dissertation defense. I'll try to figure out the scanner to send it to you. In the meantime, grats!

[maureenkspeller.livejournal.com]

Well done ... I'm so pleased for you.

Eeeee!

[vass]

*dances around*

[oursin.livejournal.com]

Celebratory synchronised swimming by water-snakes! (blue, glossy green and velvet black.)

[libskrat]

Whoa. Now that is an image.

I'm gonna be thinking about that one all day...

Don't blame me, blame Coleridge...

[oursin.livejournal.com]

(association of ideas from albatross to snakes)

Beyond the shadow of the ship,
I watched the water-snakes :
They moved in tracks of shining white,
And when they reared, the elfish light
Fell off in hoary flakes.

Within the shadow of the ship
I watched their rich attire :
Blue, glossy green, and velvet black,
They coiled and swam ; and every track
Was a flash of golden fire.

O happy living things ! no tongue
Their beauty might declare :
A spring of love gushed from my heart,
And I blessed them unaware :
Sure my kind saint took pity on me,
And I blessed them unaware.

The self-same moment I could pray ;
And from my neck so free
The Albatross fell off, and sank
Like lead into the sea.

(Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 'The Rime of the Ancient Mariner')

[oracne.livejournal.com]

Whee!

Do they give you champagne after your defense? They should.

[heleninwales.livejournal.com]

Wishing you many dancing rodents. In other words conga-rat-ulations (http://freespace.virgin.net/robert.hartwright/conga/index.html).

[jcalanthe]

Wahoo! Numfar, do the Dance of Celebration! *insert goofy green guy doing a goofy dance here*