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Monday, 28 May 2007
Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu, I tell thee!
When I was an undergrad at the University of Tasmania there was a Students for Satan society, which would have been much more entertaining if they had actually done anything.
Sorry to disappoint you with the lack of action... the society members met a few times, but the main aim of the group was just to exist to take the piss out of Students For Christ group that existed at the same time and had copious posters all over the place and notices in The Daily Bull - cheers from the founding president of SFS
I'm rather impressed that you found my quiet mutterings, founding president. From what I remember of Students for Christ, they deserved the piss being extracted in large quantities, so that was reason enough to exist!
Hi Dubito, I do a google search every six months or so when I get nostalgic for the good old undergrad days... drunken evenings in the Uni Bar, Tog, O Week, Wally Slaghuis' visual perception experiments... I hope you're enjoying Brizzie.
I am enjoying Brizzie, slightly more than I enjoyed trying to wrap my head around receptive fields, and how the hell eye movement processing could be diagnostic of schizophrenia. Or, indeed, trying to learn how to pronounce a lecturer's name...
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EoR studied at the Miskatonic University, but was expelled for practicing certain arcane arts.
Sorry to disappoint you with the lack of action... the society members met a few times, but the main aim of the group was just to exist to take the piss out of Students For Christ group that existed at the same time and had copious posters all over the place and notices in The Daily Bull - cheers from the founding president of SFS
I'm rather impressed that you found my quiet mutterings, founding president. From what I remember of Students for Christ, they deserved the piss being extracted in large quantities, so that was reason enough to exist!
Hi Dubito, I do a google search every six months or so when I get nostalgic for the good old undergrad days... drunken evenings in the Uni Bar, Tog, O Week, Wally Slaghuis' visual perception experiments... I hope you're enjoying Brizzie.
I figured it had to be something like that, yes.
I am enjoying Brizzie, slightly more than I enjoyed trying to wrap my head around receptive fields, and how the hell eye movement processing could be diagnostic of schizophrenia. Or, indeed, trying to learn how to pronounce a lecturer's name...
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