1) Based on a conversation I overheard today:

Infinity + 1 = Infinity, so, 1 = 0.

So, for any number, n, Infinity + n = Infinity. So all numbers are equal to zero.

2) If I had a band, I'd call it EMP.

3) Why does every TV show have to have a whiny character in their main cast?

4) Opening text files that are 500 Mb in size is not a good idea.

Right, what to say, what to say....

Well, first things first - wireless internet. It's awesome. I'm sitting in a juice bar on Byres Rd, accessing wireless internet, which allows me to write this awesome blog you're currently reading. Yes, awesome.

Well, today marked the final day of my MSc project, with the dreaded viva voce. 15 minutes of presentation on my lifes work - well, at least over the past 3 months - followed by 5 minutes of questions pertaining to said presentation, then another 15 minutes of questions on a 146 page dissertation I handed in last week. Yep, 146 pages, with line and a half spacing, totalling something in the region of 30,000 words. Well, I had a lot to say, and I waffled a little. See, because I'm such a quiet guy in the real world, I feed my talking side on paper - or a keyboard if you're really pedantic - doing stuff like this on the internet, or in reports.

Anyway, viva. Apparently my talk was "nice", or so my supervisor said when I bumped into him on the way back from lunch. If I remember right, I answered all but one question - "Is there a relativistic Lorentz equation?" Wikipedia wasn't forthcoming, so that's a mystery for another day. All I have to do is wait until September the 19th, when our exam board meets. Until then, it's the waiting game.

Other news - my beloved forest green Fiat Punto is no longer my beloved forest green Fiat Punto. In fact, it's no longer mine full stop. Slight problems last Wednesday - after our weekly Star Wars RPG, I'm giving Martin, JB - the male one, not the female one - and Vicky - again, the male one, not the female one, although in this case, I don't know any girls called Vicky - a run home. And what does the car decide to do? Well, wear out it's clutch. Curse you! So, 2 hours, 1 random mechanic, 1 AA dude, 1 sleepy and unwell guy (your's truly) and 1 guy with chattery teeth later, I know the horrible truth, and I limp the 1 mile home to the curb outside my door.

So, I'm left with the soul destorying news that I'll be without a car for a while, once I hear of the £300 bill for a new clutch. Well, thanks to the soon to be TMD bound Mr Gilmour, a hair brained scheme is placed in my head, and then in the minds of my parents, that through various jiggery pokery, and various giving of bits of paper promising people money, Dave gets a new (ish) car, and his parents get a new (completely) car.

So, all seems good on paper. Due to a trip for myself and Claire to London last weekend, I say to my parents something along the lines of "don't rush out and buy a car for the sake of it". Get a phone call on Sunday while sitting in Hyde Park - "yeah, we just bought a Hyundai Amica, getting it on Tuesday, you'll get the gold Punto then". Queue me going "Urrrr?"

So yeah, I now have a 2002 Fiat Punto, complete with 1.2 litre engine and gold paint job, which actually has some serious power behind it, at least when compared with ol' forest green. So, aside from being immenintly poor, I have a car. Go team.

And then there was London. In the height of their summer apparently. 29 degrees is not good. Ever. Especially if you're me who sweats in temperatures about a third of that. It was good I guess. Expensive as hell transport wise - £4 single for a 3 stop ride on the underground? - but other than that I can't complain. Oh wait, I can - there are insanely rude people there. We did only encounter 2 neds though, and they were barely neds. There was the public drinking part, but they were bordering on civilised and actually spoke proper "Queen's" English.

Yeah, I have some photos somewhere. They'll be loaded eventually on Bebo. Hell, I might do it right now.

In the meantime, I will close this particularly long and boring update with good news - I got an unconditional offer last week for a PhD at Strathclyde, studying co-harmonic CRM oscillations. Which basically means I'll be following up the last 3 months work and talk

No, I don't really have any - just that I'm listening to that particular song by Rush at the moment, and I have decided that although my project is giving me a wealth of knowledge on all things plasma-ey and electromagnetism-ey, it is a tool of Satan, and if I were to vanquish said tool, I would actually be able to play video games again.

Yes, I'm a geek.

If only I could find a way to stop time - much like that kid with the watch in that show that time. I swear the moral of that program was much like the moral of Spider-Man - "With great power, comes great responsibility".

I think I'm just rambling about non-sensical BS now, so I'm away to see how my thousand pages of slightly sensical KARAT plots are doing.