Cup-lettes

I really like the Rowden White,

The chairs are plush, the staff polite

It's the place to go, with time to burn

There's just one rule: don't try to learn

They let you be, they don't take names

If you watch TV or play some games

They play you films, if you've a gap

They've even got a place to nap

Need a break before your final?

They'll lend you both CDs and vinyl

Special sections for every fetish-

And Fifty Shades, if you're coquettish 

Comic books (if you're a layman),

The collected works of Neil Gaiman!

All you could want, in one little cuddy,

So come inside, but, for the love of God, please don't study

Guess which library re-opened today? Also, apropos of nothing, rhymezone.com has had a redesign and I don't like it. 

The most pithy

There have been several hints today that I'm becoming, how to put this delicately?, acclimatised to the Rowden White. For example, all the computers now suggest my username in the drop box on Google (thankfully they do not suggest my password). Then, not only did the librarians immediately recognise me and remember my preference for PCs over Macs, but they even made a joke about my propensity to forget to pick up my card at the end- silly British guy. And, finally, to top it all off, when I typed 't' into the address bar, it immediately suggested 'TV Tropes' and then a list of all the tropes I've researched in my continuing battle to discover why life is less interesting than webcomics.
*Sniff* I feel so wanted!

In other news, I'm now part of a weekly writers' group that meets on Mondays, led by the eleventh doctor.

A deleted scene from 'The Doctor, the Widow and the Wardrobe', and indeed, the only bit where anything actually happened.

I think I'm at the forefront to become the next companion, being by far the most British, but there is a pretty Indian girl, and, affirmative action being what it is, it might be time to bust some kneecaps. And maybe dig out the bowtie Rosie made for me.


What else? I've become a minor celebrity in the ole Yarra due to my laureate-worthy musings; the upside, lots of people have told me I have a real talent and should write a book (so tempted to direct them to Darkwater library). The downside? Someone, who I don't know, came up to me in the kitchen yesterday and told- not asked, told- me to recite the same poem. I mean, I know I'm amazing and all, but try and control yourself, people.

P.S. Dan, your tree is coming- keep a weather-ear to the ground.

A limerick is cleverly versed

Upon reaching the great land of Oz,

I was terribly affronted because

Of the terrible prices

 (And not just on the vices!)

You wouldn’t believe how costly it all was

Due to the costs being great,

And my incredibly low income rate,

I needed to seize

All opportunities

To increase my monetary estate

So when open mike was declared,

For sure, my nervousness flared,

But I had to be brave-

Thirty dollars I could save!

And the one who wins is oft the one who dared

But a problem arose in my eyes-

I’d already served up my chicken surprise

And no other ditty

Was nearly was witty

And I really fucking wanted the prize

So I wrote a new poem on the bus,

The subject of which I will not discuss,

But if you care,

It was a personal affair,

Which made me look a bit like a wuss

The contest in earnest began;

Songs by Adrian, Victoria and Dan,

Aspen played flute,

And no one would refute,

That that girl could blow like a fan

Then, it my turn on to recite,

And, much like the trivia night,

My heart was aflutter,

My fingers like butter,

But I made myself step into the light

And now, to cut a long story short,

I won- but ‘twas a battle hard fought,

But in case you’re keeping score,

I’ve won sixty dollars and more,

Purely through this poetry sport

Word up.

There once was a man from Nantucket

My Australian friends took their first look at this little ol' blog of mine a couple of days ago and seemed to take it with good grace; I take this as a sign to continue updating in the relatively candid manner in which I have been doing.
So, to what has your beloved wizard been getting up, I hear you ask. Well, as those of you who follow my twitter will have heard, but probably not comprehended, I 'won free internet using my poetry'. Allow me to elaborate:

'Twas the night of the quiz night

And all through the house

The tension was palpable-

A fire that one couldn't douse

We split into teams, and

Oh me oh my

Two teams wanted a piece

Of the old wizard pie

I had to decide

Between my fellow exchangers

and the rec room 2 crew,

to whom I wasn't a stranger

I chose rec room 2

Since I wanted to seem

Like a genuine Australian

Like one of the team

The prize was quite good;

An internet bundle,

worth thirty five dollars-

It merited a trundle

The competition was fierce,

And I answered a few,

But the exchangers were on fire

And there was little we could do

The foreigners won, 

and my team came third-

For this we got nothing,

Which I felt was absurd

The prizes rewarded;

But there were bundles to spare,

They could still be won

In a classic talent fair

Four of us stood,

Determined to please,

The contest began

When a girl walked on her knees

Both Shane and Logan

Elected to quote

Their beloved Game of Thrones,

Which they've both learnt by rote

But Shane sadly faltered,

His tongue got most tied,

Logan breezed on,

Took it all in his stride

I was next to the bat,

I looked at them all,

Then launched into 'chickens',

And left them in a thrall

It was time for the judging-

"Cheer for your fave!"

They read out my name

And the sound roared like a wave

I couldn't believe it!

My fortunes reversed!

Where once I was a loser

Now I was first

I was elated

As ever I was

Certainly a victory

For the wizard in Oz

And that's how it happened. They like me, they really like me!

What else? Well, I've just come back from a trip to the 'mana bar' (a videogames bar) and a club with the rec room 2 crew. I also went to a hipster bar with Manthy and Milly on thursday; I quite liked it, since the music was halfway decent, even if the drinks were overpriced- however, I don't think it was quite what the two Ms were wanting. I'm also really enjoying my classes at present- all my lecturers are engaging, and the courses they're teaching are really quite interesting. We were talking in Language, Society and Culture about how 'no homo' has allowed young men to express their feelings without being seen as gay (finally!), and Second Language Teaching has been telling me about behaviourist theories and Language Acquisition, which I've always enjoyed. Even Syntax hasn't gotten onto X-bar theory yet, though I'm not hopeful for when the shit hits the fan.
So far, Australia's pretty fly.