Butterflies like Rhino’s

Wednesday, September 11th, 2002 | University

Ok, somewhat jumpy at the minute.
I’ve just rehersed my presentation about 6 times. Each time, I’m about 2 minutes shorter than when I did it for real back in May. How can that be? Surely, in 5 months, I’ve learnt more about TCP/IP than I care to tell you about. Why cant I put all these techno-thoughts into words?

This is not good news.

“The selected students are expected to present a 20minute (maximum) seminar on their final year thesis topic.”

*gulp*
I’m kicking along around 14 minutes. I need to find something to yap on about… I need to regain my fantastic bullshit ability so that I can stand up in front of all those people and spin some finely detailed crap.

See, Dad’s great at this sort of thing. Dad could bullshit his way out of just about anything. He’d be able to take my slides, with zero prep time, and STILL manage to charm the pants off the judges…. I only hope that genetics counts for something.

*drops to knees*
Please, Dubya Bush, please, oh High King of all bullshit artists. Grant me the strength to overcome my silent tongue, and the cunning to get away with it until I can get out of the building.

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