New name, new look

You may have noticed that this blog looks very different now. That is, of course, assuming you've read it before. Which may be a big assumption. I think it is a fairly big assumption that anyone reads this blog much at all, actually.

Also, the title has changed. Because I figured I wasn't really posting anything that had anything to do with the former title. So I changed it to better reflect the content. Which is: two random words thrown together. See? Much more like what I post here.

Actually, it comes from the URL of this blog, because I had to find something unique. And stuck to the shelves above my desk is a butterfly whose wings are made of...wait for it...red feathers! It was the first thing that came into my head and was unique enough to work as the URL for this blog. But I think 'red feathers' has a nice sort of ring to it. And I have decided after years of um-ing and ah-ing that red is in fact my favourite colour. So it sort of fits with that too.

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I mentioned a while back that I was having some knee problems. Well, an x-ray, MRI, 2 specialist visits and around $800 later...there is nothing structurally wrong.

Which means my pain has no explanation and is probably down to muscle weakness. This should be good news, but I've been doing physio for months and I still have pain. It would have been nice for a simple explanation and simple fix. But, seeing as this is my life we're talking about, it's not simple. Big surprise. Still, could be worse I suppose.

What else can I blog about? Oh yeah, my seminar. I had to give it for my honours project. It was great, I got all good feedback, except for one person, who basically said my presentation was crap, I had no idea what I was talking about, and didn't use the information I had effectively. Which I don't mind. Honestly. I figure 8 people who say I did fine are a better indication than the 1 person said I was rubbish. Except this is me we're talking about, and my life never goes along happily like most normal people. Which means this anonymous naysayer will end up being the person who marks my thesis. I just know they will, even though I don't even know they are. Because that is just how my life works. Like the way I control the weather. My middle name should just be Murphy. Couldn't be any worse than my real middle name, in any case...

The thing I found funny was my mentor telling me I say 'um' too much. Because clearly, he has never had to sit through one of his own lectures. Although to be fair to him, he's more of an 'Ah' man...