Thinking that even after nigh 20 years "A horse with no name" still takes me back to getting off the coach in the middle of the night at Tennant Creek. Pitch black, no bus station, no lights, no nothing. Just a tumble weed rolling across the street as the coach's lights disappeared in the dark night. And me thinking "What the he|| have I done!! I wanna go home!! Mommy!!"

And no wonder, I found Tennant Creek on the map, you go to the middle of nowhere, turn left and drive nigh on forever into nothingness.

Haha, yep... But I was told there'd be a bus station, tourist info centre etc. that was open. But there was nothing. Just the frigging tumble weed. I remember that so well, cos I always thought tumble weeds were props in movies. I didn't know they were for real, haha.
I ended up waking the ppl from the youth hostel. They're weren't too chuffed, it was close to 5 AM. But at least I had a room for the night, a bed, and a few very thick duvets: it was freezing cold outside!

But funny that the song still triggers that moment, a hint of fear and excitement going through me. Was the first time on my own in a strange country.

I thinking long time no see their professor lol^^^

Thinking how tough it's going to be to find a job in Lexington for someone over 50. I have a PhD, meaning I know a whole lot about almost nothing and nothing about anything else.

True meaning of PhD is piled higher and deeper.

awww a prof of bullshitology the advanced course

That's right missy and I've spent years perfecting my craft since getting my degree. :-) In fact, I now have my own research lab where I can pass on all of my acquired knowledge in bullshitology to the younger generation.

Pissing down rain, not taking the boat out today.

I take exception to this statement....





I am thinking about how gray the day is and for the 3rd day in a row I am using the fireplace.. I want the sun back

I knew it...think I may have had a few of your underlings teaching my undergrad classes