Halfway between the University and the Stars.

Well, I didn't really explain myself very well last post, and thought if any bloggers wanted to also have their URL burnt up in some distant atmosphere, I should tell people about it

The site is http://intospace.org/

on there you can pay a bit for your logo (more money means more interstellar advertising! And you know what they say about advertising to niche markets! (It pays off)) Currently their doing a promo where blogger do a bit of talk about the project in a post (Hey, THEY'RE SENDING YOUR BLOG INTO SPACE! Give them a bit of credit. It's going to double my audience!) So in this absurd internet state when advertising is become more crea-buyflanduffyflan-tive and everybody has become a demographic AND a billboard. It's great to see that advertising is become more livable, now it's more subliminal advertising the product and doing a really creative medium

So, seriously, write a blog, get a photo that has something that ET will phone home about, buy a few seats to make it stand out and be glad that even though you might not see colonies on the moon or on mars, you'll see product placement on a satellite.

http://intospace.org/

Graffiti of the week (you thought i'd forgotten hadn't you?)

Well, seeing i'm talking about advertising, I thought i'd bring this up

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FgnEGIRYC98

so, untill i get banned from the network (for advertising about a website in a blog that's advertising a uni.)

Goodbye

So, you expect me to talk again?

I guess that Uni life has its ups and downs. I mean, any person not going to uni would wonder why a first year student, who's actual effort in uni match that of a cat (that managed to pass first semester) has no time to write a blog. But I did score a parking permit with it, so I may aswell clear out the cobwebs again and add something to it.

UNI:

Uni has gotten harder, the units haven't really, but my selection doesn't mix well (you think if you just pick the remaining ICT 100 units that you didn't do in first semester you'd get a pretty good bag, but it doesn't work like that - seriously, they WANT you to pick up skills that won't actually benifit your degree) ah well. Theres just been assignments and all of a sudden it's week 10 and.. yeah. exam timetables are up. That's scary. But otherwise, unless you want to know about program stacks, routing protocols, languages, problem solving and culture (did i mention i'm ONLY doing ICT units??) or webpages, i guess my only things I can say to you about what's happened at uni is about a fire drill which annoyed all my lecturers, and that vending machine prices have remained steady, the kabab place now does this cola flavoured energy drink and that Robertson Lecture theatre has 90% of the lyrics of the song "Still Alive" tattoo'd on various desks.

OUT OF UNI:

Drunk way to much Master Edge.

Seriously way to much of that stuff.

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But on another note, I recently got emailed by a random that  a group is going to launch a bunch of blogs and logos into space. Seriously, this guy randomly found this blog. Dunno how he did that, but he said "you are a respectable blogger" Thanks! Seriously, this was a big ego boost. He's probably never scanned my page with a spell checker.

So I'm giving them an VERY honourable mention to a cause that is really appropriate for a blog about absurdity. To try and get my silly opioin launch into outer space, where it will float forever, before burning up in another planets atmosphere, really appropriate. Although sending my blog into space sounds a lot like thowing those little cotton bud things at a brick wall, i really enjoy that activity. So thank you strange man for giving the oppotunity for DAUL to become space debris and destroy space craft and anything else which hits it way to fast.

I still haven't got banned from the network, I'm ready to sell out, I may fail a unit or two, I may pass a unit or two,

But untill any of those things occur,

I probably won't post again for a while,

Lachlan.