Monday, November 07, 2005

No time for a proper entry, therefore to share with the word that I am apparently extremely cold and have a similar name to the end of the Trans Siberian Railway.

I am Vostok, Antarctica!
Which Extremity of the World Are You?
From the towering colossi at Rum and Monkey.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Nice. :-|

Was Oxford fun? I had every intention of saying good bye and good luck etc. but you were on the phone when I was leaving, and then I ran back from the top of the road and you were gone.. and I wasn't sure which phone it was. *hint: get own mobile*

Anyway, really ought to be writing down my argument for tomorrow, so shall be off.

May do extremeties quizz as useful form of procrastination. Shall post the result in due course.

K xxx

11:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

^^^Atacama Desert, apparently.

11:43 AM  
Blogger pseudo bohemian loser said...

erOxford was fun, but I collapsed last night upon returning, pretty much dead because we declared possible nuclear war on Saturday afternoon (Algeria, France and the Philippines vs. Israel, UK and the United States), then had a party on Saturday night and resolved the crisis slightly the worse for wear on Sunday. Was ill today as a result.

12:50 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Didn't think I saw you, and yet Jenna said that she had. Meh. Hope you're alright now. May I suggest bed before morning?

Oh, and you're not allowed to get involved in nuclear wars. Our arms are to be abolished, so what could you fight with? :p

Still need to do that debating prep. Oh dear.

12:58 PM  
Blogger Juliet Evans said...

Nuclear arms remaining undemolished, despite my careful chairmanshp of said debate.

Challenger Deep, the lowest point of the Mariana Trench.

Have finished Procopius, finally! Hurrah!

...Still have to write several thousand words tonight. Oh dear.

Ah well, am going to Tamburlaine the Great tomorrow so will not be leaving the computer all weekend anyway.

Glad ot hear that nuclear war has been averted once again.

12:56 PM  
Blogger pseudo bohemian loser said...

You are going to see Tamburlaine. *glares* Not as fabulous as Faustus, but...
I thought it wasn't in London yet.
I want to see it in London.
And a book that knows stuff.

1:05 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

If you find that book, I want in, d'you hear?

psst... *whispers* sleep is good for you... *runs away*

1:45 PM  
Anonymous cementrampoline said...


You hold the distinction - you lucky thing, you! - of being the deepest point in the Earth's oceans. The extreme depth of the Marianas trench, near the Philippines, you reach 10,924 m (35,838 ft), enough to drown Everest with five Empire State Buildings on top. And whereas the number of people to have climbed Everest is now comfortably in three figures, only two people have ever made it to your lowest point. That was back in 1960.

Your known contents are some silt, one flatfish (probably now deceased) and a considerable quantity of water.

...not really sure if that's complimentary...

2:23 PM  
Blogger Juliet Evans said...

Sorry to distress you all, but Tamburlaine was wonderful and extremely well acted. Was at the Barbican, so complete with usual snazzy stage diractions, lack of sage division etc., eg very pop, but period costume nevertheless, and lots of lovely imagerey. Hurrah.

1:39 AM  
Blogger Juliet Evans said...

I had a dream about a typewriter last night. I just remembered.

5:05 AM  
Blogger zazzi said...

Who is centrampoline? Am v confused, not to mention worried...

12:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

You won't know her, but don't worry, she doesn't bite.

At least... well...

4:07 AM  
Blogger Juliet Evans said...

Now I, too, am brimming with curiousity. Give me an initial at least. Go on.

7:40 AM  

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