damn typos!

I've had it with the rhyming,
now I feel is the appropriate timing,
to concede defeat to Aloha,
I'm glad just glad I don't know her (him...?)*
To stand in her* shadow would be scary,
I'd feel as weak as a tiny fairy.

But I've had a good time with the rhyming,
Chrisrolinki thought my powerful imagery was a nice thing,
And I must do some work,
Or my supervisor will go beserk.

But I'll always be the winner on this thread,
Even if I do write with dry prose instead.

What can I say? Surprised at the outcome. I really thought that Claire had it. Still don't mind the winner because at least it wasn't that Raef chap.

The whir of my hard drive,
the thought of my hard life,
another day without progress,
my thoughts at their slowest.

Where is my yellow brick road?
progress is obstructed by a track with a smelly green toad,
be gone retardant of my brain,
for already as a poet I'm really lame.

As the king of this thread I leave you with this thought,
if you buy a Phd you'll eventually be caught.

Yes, Juno, you raise an interesting point. For someone who has aduki beans, fibre and all the 'good stuff' running through her veins, she look quite miserable and, well, rough. I eat junk food and all kinds of crap, and I'm sure I have an unhappy colon and faecal matter (apologies for the graphic description!), as I'm sure McKeith would attest after a quick rummage round, but at least I don't look as rough as her!

I sit here now trying to devise a rhyme,
to describe how my work has suddenly shifted its paradigm,
but it's like sucking on a lime,
so far from sublime,
but listen to me, trying to rhyme my whine...

Tis clear, I need my peas,
a good suck'll cheer me,
and as quick as one, two, three,
we'll be good friends again, my work and me

To the mighty salamander I say,
dance on the fire, in the fire, but please...
don't ever retire.

Brilliant, Chrisrolinski. Must feel dead good knowing it has now been published.

#threatened#

Paul McKenna, master of the mind and wizard of hypnosis, is another academic titan, that, erm, decided to buy a PhD - sorry, unfortunately found it was unaccredited. Only when he was ousted, by Victor Lewis Smith, he got his knickers in a twist, had a hissy fit and freatened to sue.

Yes well even if she was a real doctor, she should have been forced to drop the title. She used to smell and poke peoples' crap and tell them whether it was good smelling crap or bad smelling crap. hehe

To be honest Jouri, I share your perspective. Whichever way I try and dress my roles, I still appear a student. However, and please don't let me sound corny here, if this thread teaches us anything, it's that being a PhD student is a relative concept with phenomenological foundations. It is the 'lived experience' that dicates how PhD individuals see themselves. Now I've just written a load of pop-philosophical crap but that's because I'm tired, have been reading journal articles all day (with no progress!) and am about to go to bed. zzzzzzzz

I'm sorry. That I've been responding so quickly reflects the fact that I've been watching your thread very closely, as I feel strongly about your comments. I posted an ill considered comment which, in the midst of the more serious and well thought out comments, deserved to be chided. Given that you have still taken the trouble to explain yourself to me, I'd like to apologise for being puerile.

A thousand apologies my inscrutable chap.

Entrepreneur, I'm a little taken aback by what you said, and a little upset at the same time. It would appear to me that you have overanalysed what I said and have, in turn, responded with what is quite possibly one of the more patronising and anal responses that I have read in some time. 'Real world'? 'With you'? and 'not for you'? Erm, cheers for sharing your wisdom, pal. I'm sorry and apologise I posted on your thread and gave you my view, but please don't start making random assertions about me (arrogance?). Good look in your pretentious search for your personal identity - I hope you don't find it's f*&%t.