What is this "compromise" you speak of?

Ahh... what a hellish week. Back at uni, no sleep, so much work, trudging to classes, dodgy late night trains... and to top it all off somehow I have been selected a Chief Scheduler/Re-scheduler of Social Arrangements for my friends, their friends, and any hobos I happen to meet on the street. MY INBOX CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH ABUSE! On the upside, my old enemy technology has revealed reluctantly to me how to turn my records into mp3s, so my music collection is happily swollen. *pets vinyl* don't fear, my pretties, I still love you most, it's just that you're not very practical on a train.

Other random fragments of thoughts from the week:

Top Gear Africa Special! I love you, SBS. I got to see Jeremy and James singing "it's sad, so sad, such a sad sad situation" with barely concealed glee AND relive the epic romance of the Hamster and his Oliver! (A man. A car. They meet. They know. Others will taunt. "He's given it a name!" But they carry on. Through salt and sand. A river - tragedy. Olllivveerrr! Will Oliver survive? ...Of course he will, you idiot, this is a gushy romance, how did you think it would end?)

My dog ate a tube of glitterglue. This worries me.

Dylan Moran, Chris O'Dowd, David O'Doherty...dishevelled irish comedians are so sexy. A Film With Me In It is coming out soon! Celebratory dance, girls and boys, put on your red shoes and dance the blues!

I NEED A STEWART/COLBERT TOSS SOON OR I WILL KILL.

My lecturer was being adorable again this week, with self-deprecating comments on his own nerdiness and smiley faces at the bottom of our assignment memos. Sometimes a just wanna *squish* him in his messy-hair-and-piercings-ness. (I thought he was a student on the first day...)

This is awesome: