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Following the lead of Anne (who himself followed some Mark), here is a list of cities I visited in 2008:

• St Andrews, United Kingdom
• Edinburgh, United Kingdom
• Dundee, United Kingdom
• Cambridge, United Kingdom
• Aberdeen, United Kingdom
• Ely, United Kingdom
• Berlin, Germany
• Prague, Czech Republic
• Copenhagen, Denmark
• Kalmar, Sweden
• Borgholm, Sweden
• Lyon, France
• Nice (though mainly Mandelieu), France
• Monaco
• Glasgow, United Kingdom

One or more nights in each place, apart from: Edinburgh, Dundee, Glasgow (these are all fairly close to home (St Andrews)), and Monaco (half a day after TPAC with Anne, Lachlan, and Marcos).

O love, O sweetest love,
I fall for one so near,
I cannot bear to risk,
Of a friend no more.

I fall for one so near.
Will it be love,
Of a friend no more?
Or will friendship end?

Will it be love,
Love of a friend,
Or will friendship end?
What love I have.

Love of a friend,
I cannot bear to risk.
What love I have,
O love, O sweetest love.

The project that I have been working on for the past several months has finally come to fruition: I tagged the first release candidate earlier this week (which, actually, won't be the final release, as one or two things that ought to be in it have come up, primarily support for Python 2.3). However, I better start by answering a more basic question: what is it? It is an HTML document postprocessor. It takes an HTML document, and adds in a table of contents, section numbers, cross-references, and one or two other things; in short, it allows you to be lazy. Who cares about that? At least four people.

It has it's own website all ready, quite a feat knowing my laziness. Hopefully the gigantic HTML 5 will move over to using it soon (it has been an invaluable test case throughout development, testing all kinds of bizarre edge cases), and possibly one or two other things too. It's nice to get something used, apart from SimplePie, for once.

Just under a year after I got my Standard Grade results, I received my Higher results today, via SMS, as the only real way to get them when in Copenhagen without internet access (I am now in Kalmar, with internet access). Needless to say, they are:

I ought to have done better in French and maths — with French I certainly have the evidence to appeal that (I should have, if I hadn't completely wrecked one essay, got a B); however, with maths, having been ill for a great part of the year, I only improved very late, resulting in a lack of evidence to appeal with. That said, I am still doing maths, so it is less important.

For those who want a quick run-down of the grades, anything equal to or greater than 50% is a pass, and the percentages break into grades roughly as follows (see the Wikipedia article for more information):

This is the first of what I intend on being several short poems inspired by search string referrers to this blog (i.e., things people have searched for and found this blog). To start with, let me bring up a theme that has found this blog a lot recently: the relationship between love and hate (this mainly leads to the post entitled Love Leads To Hate).

odi et amo
Never did those ancient words seem so true
Never did they resonate throughout my life
Like they do now

Never did those ancient words seem so true
They seem so frightfully close to me
Like the words do now
For what is a love-sick man to do?

They seem so frightfully close to me
The girls that surround themselves around me
For what is a love-sick man to do?
Could it really be what it seems?

The girls that surround themselves around me
They claim they love me to all their friends
Could it really be what it seems?
Is it all part of a greater joke?

They claim they love me to all their friends
Do I claim to love them in return?
Is it all part of a greater joke?
Should I just ignore them all?

Do I claim to love them in return?
Will I be parodied further?
Should I just ignore them all?
What do they intend to do with their claims?

Will I be parodied further?
Why do I not hate them?
What do they intend to do with their claims?
It just makes me look stupid

Why do I not hate them?
I may as well hate them, for all they have done to me
It just makes me look stupid
Hate is the only solution to this

I may as well hate them, for all they have done to me
Their love is my hate
Hate is the only solution to this
Never did I ever truly want them

Their love is my hate
Never did they resonate throughout my life
Never did I ever truly want them
odi et amo