So, these people are fucks.

I’m sure they don’t mean to be, but it’s been two months now, and their mantra of “waiting for the parts” is almost as passé as the pale blue loaner car which strives daily to rob me of my masculinity.

Also, my university may or may not be fucks. See, there was some confusion as to whether I was actually doing this one module. Personally I would have thought that signing up for it at the beginning of term, signing up for the tutorials (and even attending some of them), and then finally sitting the exam would have been a dead give-away.

The outcome being that I got my transcript back yesterday (the piece of paper with my marks on) and it bore a “-1″ for this module. It’s all straightened out now, more or less, but I still have to wait a week to actually learn my grade. Fuckers.

Also: I have jumped on board the bandwagon, jumped for joy, jumped the gun and quite possibly jumped the shark by assembling, in a cruel parody of Matt’s efforts, a sort of internet mix-tape (read: a zip file containing songs). The difference being that my music is pretty rad, whereas his is more often than not just plain weird.

Now that’s what I call Aaaaaughibbrgubugbugrguburgle – volume one
Warning: contains AAC. If you are unsure consult your physician… or get a decent goddamn media player.

Let me know what you think, and bear in mind that I’m being pretty merciful here. The temptation existed to go all-out and make a full-blown podcast, introducing each song and explaining its inclusion in a kind of John-Peel-esque monotone. As it is, you’ve got a track-listing and an aid to pronunciation.