Some professor has invented a device that uses on-the-fly destructive sound wave
interference to cancel out the whine of computer fans. Wow! Toy! Want! Estimates suggest fans with these could be made available for just $20 more than the price of regular fans.
In other news, does anybody else find it scary that this site selling
pregnancy tests has a picture labelled ‘for illustration only’. What else are you going to use it for, other than as an illustration? Are women trying to get away with a ‘freebie’
by urinating on their computer screens or something?
Last night I had a weird dream which I’ve therefore decided to share with you. As usual, written first-person and present-tense:
I’m 16 and back and high school in some kind of ‘sliding doors’-esque alternate reality in which things went somewhat differently. In this one, I actually ask out Marguerite, a girl at
school who I fancied the pants off. We get together, and make a fab couple. After high school, I go to Preston College and she goes to Runshaw (as actually happened), but all’s still
well. But then, after college, I decide to come to University at Aberystwyth. She doesn’t want me to leave Preston to go to University, as she wants to study here. As we start to argue
about this, I wake up.
Fuckin’ weird, and no mistake.
Haven’t seen Marguerite… pretty much since high school (interestingly, her older sister, Rosemary, studied here in Aberystwyth). However, a quick trawl of the World Wide Web found this
(not terribly good) photograph of her at Victoria Falls:
I shouldn’t mix Guinness, red wine, and real ale before sleeping.