On this day, people tend to want to play little tricks on you. Not here! this humble establishment! Only the truth here! Instead, we (that’s me and the Web Walrus) would simply wish to remind you to flip your calendars.

On another note, Mario has (I think) found a new home. A friend of my grandmother’s. I hope he does well there. It was nice having you here, Mario!

And that’s it. No tricks. No gimmicks. No hidden Easter Egg. Really. You ought to believe me.

Though if you didn’t, it might help you to pass the time.

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The new cat (named Mario… did I tell you?) found a new home yesterday, and left us in the night night. I was going to tell you this:

Hope he settles in well there. I’m sure it’ll be fine. And I’ll hopefully be visiting him every now and then.

But in any case, hope you enjoyed your stay here, Mario.

Then he came back. Because he was too loud for them. Well, it’s true that he does have a particularly loud voice. I think he basically couldn’t adapt, especially with the prospective owner’s cats, so it was best for him to come back anyway. Welcome back, Mario.

Too Many Ideas

Sometimes, you just get too many ideas, to the point of you struggling to write them down. The problem with this is you’ll never use half of them anyway, and if you tried, you’d only be doing yourself a disservice. The truth is, with these sorts of things, most of the ideas that turn up are nonsense ideas anyway, but you just keep thinking that for every hundred of these, there’s going to be at least one. There must be one.

School

Boring as it is to talk about these same things over and over again (well, but it is a journal), school has been rather remarkably busy these days. There’s still a test or two to deal with, some lab sessions and a project thing that I’ll be grappling with this week.

Tastes Change

I kind of have a feeling I wrote this down somewhere before, but I’ll just guess that it wasn’t here. I read Atonement not too far back, about a couple of weeks ago, and the funny thing is, I’d read it all before a few years, and the effect it produced on the two occasions was completely different. Back then, I absolutely adored it, but it’s been more of a calm respect for the novel in my most recent outing. In fact, I struggled to get into it at first. There was just a sense of alienation that I couldn’t quite put a finger to. I think it can only be attributed to a change in my tastes in books. I mean, it does sound like a perfectly reasonable thing, but now that I’ve actually experienced it first-hand, I can’t quite shake the tingles, as if something’s not quite right.

Funny sensation, this.

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The new cat has a name. He’s Mario. My mom named him. I think because in her dreams he climbed down sewage pipes and ate mushrooms.

Messed Up

I think I messed up my math paper yesterday, but I’m not too concerned about it. Butter fingers and all that.

Yay

My 30th birthday book (that’s my deadline) looks a little more concrete now, because I have a slightly clearer idea of what I want to do with it. Of course it’s quite a few years off, and I still have Bukit Merah before that (at least), so no hurry. Still, a nice optimistic note on a Tuesday that was rather exhausting.

Finished

I finished Your Inner Fish yesterday. I think I’ll post up thoughts on it later. I’m now choosing between Oscar Wao and Boxwood. I want to do Murakami’s Wind-Up Bird, but it’s so long, and I don’t quite feel like it yet.

New TARDIS

Apparently, BBC has given the go-ahead for a redesign of the current TARDIS, which I actually quite like. [via Mirror.co.uk] I’m intrigued by this hi-tech and intricate description they’re giving it, and not entirely sure. But well, I suppose in taking over a show, it’s only proper to distance yourself from your predecessor, and I have complete and currently unshakeable faith in Mr. Moffat.

Busy

All right, that’s all I can write about for now. Busy times, these.

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He doesn’t yet have a name. At least not a fixed one.

We found him outside sleeping under a car. He was wearing a collar that seemed too tight for him and his fur was all up in tangles. The car went driving off and he didn’t move an inch, and it was then that we realised it would be dangerous for him outside.

He’s four years old.

We snipped off the knotted fur, removed the collar, and fed him. He seems happier now.

He mews very loudly.

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