You're the phonetician who shot my pa!
Today's phonetics mêlée had me visiting whole new corners of campus. Random thoughts:
- The E.J. Pratt Library, Vic College's squat little study space, is fucking gorgeous inside! Wow! Ultra-modern, bold colours, nice layout: it's like something out of a Bond movie, as terrible as that simile is. Why can't that be the one with the extended hours, rather than the béton brut monstrosity that is Robarts?
- St. Michael's college contains a church with a massive bell tower. Thus, as we entered the exam room at 7, bells tolled. Not ominous at all, no sir.
- There's something inherently wrong about walking through Queen's Park and the century-old flagstones of Vic College, taking in the history, only to pass basement windows filled with the blue glow of a Pepsi machine.
Also: that Leslieville landlord has not called back yet. Dammit.
