Beyond the Adventures of the 14 Day Thesis

From December ’71 to January ’73 - in airport bars, all night coffee chops and dreary hotel rooms all over the country - there is hardly a paragraph in this jangled saga that wasn’t produced in a last minute, teeth-grinding frenzy.
- Dr Hunter S. Thompson. Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail ’72.
Screaming out from […]

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It’s been a week (but it seems like a lifetime) since I last cast my eyes over this horrible page dubbed “the adventures of the 14 day Thesis”. In those last hazy hours before I finally dragged the horrible, jabbering, shadow of my former self up that cold cement staircase that leads to the […]

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The clock is really ticking and the final bell has well and truly begun to ring.
Tomorrow afternoon, for good or ill, I have to submit the expectation of a semester’s worth of work that I have forced out in under two weeks.
So here we are, the final 24 hours, where even the slightest distraction can […]

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There are only two adjectives that writers care about anymore, “brilliant” and “outrageous” …and Hunter Thompson has a freehold on them both. -Tom Wolf
Background information on the life of Dr. Hunter S. Thompson has become a highly sought after commodity since the bastard committed suicide on the 22 of February, 2005. With news of […]

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My legs are cramped, my ankles swollen. I feel like an overweight and pregnant Bovine Creature stuck herded up behind this iridescent screen all day.
My skin is pale and my nose bright red, itching and running from the constant irritation of pollens, dust and cheap perfume that is recycled by this air-conditioned in this climate […]

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Nightfall looms and the weasels are closing in. It’s been a week and I should be half way done. Any sane person with decent time management would be completing a first draft and rounding the final corner onto the home straight by now. Looming up on the finishing line with only an all night editing […]

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“This is bullshit. There is no fucking way you can write a passable master’s thesis and blog the experience in twelve days. What kind of nut-job do you have for a supervisor who would ok a project like this?”This was the response I received from a fellow Master’s student while sharing a lunch of beer […]

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Apart from jacking off in a handicapped toilet, there’s nothing like inciting a little madness amongst the easily whipped opinions of video gaming fan boys to clear the dreaded writer’s bloc.
In a fit of boredom/desperation - and because all handicapped toilets in the immediate are were occupied for legitimate use – I spent the afternoon  […]

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Jesus - two days in and i’m already behind. Any lame Shaman could predict the future for me now. Bypassing the obvious environmental issues (such as premature, stress induced baldness, lung cancer and an overactive adrenalin gland causing me to shake like Mohammed Ali) my future now is bound by many late nights and countless […]

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The Stanislavski Method is rarely used in Journalism. It clashes too much with ideals and constructions like Objectivity and Truth. But on this grim morning, at this ungodly hour, it is the only path to academic completion that harbours any sanctuary for the lowlife task I still have to complete.

In 14 days, or by the 19th of November, I have to start, finish and edit a thesis concerning the life and works of Hunter S. Thompson.

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