31.10.04

Blogwatching 

It's interesting to see what that little counter thingie, lurking at the bottom of every page of this blog, can spot for me... Today, it spotted a nice specimen of an unpretentious opinion blog, Judas Goat. It is, I think, worth re-visiting.

Childhood Memories 

Being a kid was fun. Things were simpler, and the toys cost less.

One of our favourite games was the game of war. (Kids don't play this any more, today they have gaming consoles. Which is a shame.) We'd split in two teams, and then run around the block 'shooting' at each other with our toy weapons. The funny thing was the way we decided how to divide the teams... Of course, the skills of individual players at hiding and seeking were considered, but the distribution of 'weapons' the players had was of great importance. For one team to have more plastic machine guns than the other team was considered unfair, even though we didn't have any rules which would make plastic pistols and plastic assault rifles tactically different. But we spent almost as much time arguing over that as we spent arguing over who was 'hit' and 'dead', and who was not.

Private Dreams 

The Light of Axim set me free, and I dreamed. A shame I can't tell about it, it was a bit too personal... I need a properly fed fever, I haven't had any interesting dreams in a very long time.

30.10.04

George R.R. Martin 

G.G. Kay's novels aren't your every-day fantasy, but George Martin, in his Song of Ice and Fire series, takes things a step further. Not only does he completely dispense with the classical fantasy cliche of a boy/girl/fellowship going from an unimportant village/farm nobody's ever heard of into the wide, wide world to battle some sort of Great Evil Guy/Thing, winning treasure/fame/throne/revenge in the process, he does something I've never seen any other fantasy writer do: he kills his characters left and right. Not just the unimportant episodicals, he kills the movers and shakers of the story. They don't even die in some sort of impossibly heroic circumstances which have a great influence on the events (like Tolkien's Boromir, for instance), no, they die in all kinds of almost silly ways. By the end of the third book, most of the people from whose viewpoint the story was told are dead. Very unnerving for somebody used to never-dying good guys (Robert Jordan managed to go through 11 long books killing only one important good character, doing even that in a spectacular manner, and there are rumours she'll be coming back). There is one thing, though, Martin didn't escape from: the epic size and the handling of it. By the end of the third book, the story isn't nearly close to an end, and now he's stalling with the Book Four...

29.10.04

Blah. 

After an unexpected Blogger maintenance ate the very long G.R.R. Martin post I intended for today, I don't feel like writing the whole thing all over again. So, I'll just say this... If there's an award for an unsuccessful attempt of coolness by illiteracy, this idiotic personage should win it. And being 14 is not an excuse.

28.10.04

G.G. Kay 

It is said he managed to get out of J.J.R's shadow. In one aspect, that certainly is true. Unlike Tolkien's, his characters make love. In every single novel of his, people have sex. Often with totally un-epic-fantasy-like, detailed descriptions. Not pornographic, of course, but enough to get him R-rated... Most refreshing.

27.10.04

This One Is... 

...for Melita, who gets spammed every time I update, but refuses to break the sanctity of my blog by commenting. :)

So Tired... 

I need a vacation... A week in a quiet place, such as Opatija, would really suit me right about now. A camping trip to somewhere with no people would be nice, too. I'd like to sleep in the open while a cold wind blows around me again... Unfortunately, there will be no vacation for me until the next summer... I might get away with a 'business trip' to the Eurobats AC meeting in spring, but that will be about it. Until the summer. And then... Mmm...

26.10.04

A Long, Long Week 

I'm counting the days till the weekend. Not good, considering the fact that it's Tuesday.

25.10.04

Spoiled Birds 

When a bird starts rubbing his head against my fingers, it can mean only one thing... Scratching time! But it can't be any hand that does the scratching. Oh, no. It has to be the right one. Well, the right hand is busy with the mouse, which means the bird won't get scratched today.

24.10.04

SETI@home 

111 data units completed!

E-mail... 

Two more. The count is 81 now.

GMail. More of GMail. 

Being a good GMail user, I got my first package of six invitations to give away. So, after dispensing with four of them (incredibly interested in having a GMail accout, these people I know), I decided to find two more invitees by posting a post, asking people to send me a short essay on the why-do-I-want-a-GMail-account subject... I got two messages. The first of them is an uninspired 'I have no idea what it is, but everyone wants it, so I do, too' one. The other guy, well, listed all the possible fake reasons, and concluded in a cool, careless way, that I should either send it or not, he doesn't care. Yet, he still asked for it... :) I think the first one won't get it, and the second one will.

23.10.04

E-mail... 

After two of my e-mail accounts died (one for real, and one went paid 'because the users asked for it'), I had to make up the difference. Well, I got three new ones, bringing the count up to 79. And there's more coming soon...

22.10.04

Donating Blood 

I understand the practice is different elsewhere, but I have no experience with it outside Croatia. So...

Why don't people get compensated when they donate blood? If pharmaceutical companies can make loads of money on the drugs they produce, why should individuals give away this one 'drug' their own bodies make for free? Especially considering the fact that the pharmaceutical companies still haven't managed to produce a proper substitute for it. A good meal and lots of fluids, at least, to make up for the spent raw materials... But no. People are supposed to be noble and give themselves for free. While the pharmaceutical companies are not.

21.10.04

Deities 

The entire concept of God the Father or Goddess the Mother in a monotheistic system is ridiculous. What meaning does the concept of a father have without a mother, and vice-versa? If there is only one god, it can be neither male nor female. If it is either, it requires an equal partner of the opposite gender in order to make sense, and therefore cannot be a single deity.

Search! Search! 

What does this, this, this, this, this, this, or this have to do with this blog? But for some reason, it seems searching for Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody in relation with Bush and Kerry seems a popular way to this blog lately...

20.10.04

An Annoying Aspect of the Croatian People 

We just sit on our butts and complain. We'd rather whine about injustices, perceived or real, done to us, than stand up and actually do something about them. In the light of that, we deserve everything that happens to us. And envy... A Croat would rather kill his neighbour's cow just because he doesn't have one, than look for a job as a milk-man.

19.10.04

Up and Down 

Returning after a short FTP downtime... Which came in very handy, since my mind is still smokey, and my feet hurt, but I have no idea why.

Oh, yeah... Death to all the accountants in general and the one I spent more time than I cared to spend with today in particular.

18.10.04

Capitalisation 

Why do advertising people tend to capitalise titanium, and at the same time they don't capitalise Iron, Brass, and Lead?

17.10.04

I Feel? 

I think I'm in love. Curious.

16.10.04

Can Flies Have Near-Death Experiences? 

I killed a fly today, and for a few moments, I actually felt sorry for it. The poor thing was just looking for a place to spend the winter... A fly. A common house fly. Musca domestica. Creatures I extremely dislike. Go figure... The next thing you know, I'll start crying for mosquitoes I kill.

On a happier note, my old box now functions as an internet gateway. Go, me!

15.10.04

Groovy! 

I had a visitor from Burkina Faso!

A New Car 

It's not going to be a Renault. Aside from the unreliability they've been known for lately, I don't really fit into the new Megane. There's a break in the tradition of driving a Renault coming...

14.10.04

Clean Cars 

People who obsessively wash, clean, polish, etc. their cars three times a week should be shot. In public. Don't cars pollute enough all by themselves?

13.10.04

Buying a Car 

It is really interesting to see how far will car salesmen go to persuade you to buy their cars... The local Renault dealer even locked me in their parking lot. Thank carrot for the Renault Assistance... I wouldn't have gotten out without them.

12.10.04

The Looks 

Themes, skins, visual styles, whatever, they're a disease. Here is a good place to get infected.

Smell 

I have a feeling my hair smells like baked cabbage. Which might just be true, because I had baked cabbage with apples for lunch today. Tastes good, smells awful.

11.10.04

Wireless 

Truly, this time. Bluetooth is soooo cool...

10.10.04

What the Austrians Would Do, Continued... 

Kostajnica. A pretty little town, by a clear, swift river...



With an old fort on the other bank... The place's been there since 1240, and people of that period loved building forts...



One would think, an ideal tourist destination. Indeed, the Hotel Central, in the very heart of the town, was built in 1905, which means somebody did see the town and say, what an ideal tourist destination! And the town seems to be developing in that direction. But... There are two problems.

First, in this country, tourism means the coast and Zagreb. As far as the central government is concerned, the rest of us can go fuck ourselves (or not, since prostitution is illegal), no matter how attractive places that aren't in Zagreb or on the coast might be.

Second, nine years after the liberation, the town is still full of ruins. This photo was taken there three years ago. The place looks the same even today. And it's on the promenade by the river. In the picturesque Davorin Trstenjak Street, paved with granite cubes in the old-fashioned way, which in any random Austrian town would be the beating heart of the town, full of small souvenir shops, there are houses which look like this...


A lovely house, isn't it? But in dire need of repair...

Or this...


Nothing to do with this one, but to tear it down...

Or this...


Imagine what this door would look like, if you couldn't see the fallen roof of the house through it?

Ugly, isn't it? I realise the restoration of old buildings costs money. But if you want to base your money-making on tourism, you can't skimp on that! Nobody wants to stay in a town full of ugly ruins. Ruins, maybe, but not like these ones. As long as our people don't realise that, and as long as our central government doesn't start showing more understanding for continental tourism, I'm afraid beautiful places like this will be stuck where they are. In a downward-spiral mode.

Toy Meets the World 

Toy, this is the world. World, meet Toy.

9.10.04

What the Austrians Would Do... 

There's a small town in Croatia, called Kostajnica. It's a very pretty place, by a small, swift river, with nice architecture, ruins of a fort, and a hill above it, where many chestnut trees (which gave the town it's name) grow. But I'm not going to write about it right now, because I've spent a day there, and I need things to settle a bit first. :)

8.10.04

Long Weekends 

What day is it today, anyway?

7.10.04

Bleh. 

It works. Then the power goes out. Why? Who knows. The conjunction of stars was wrong. Afterwards, it doesn't work. Maybe it's the fact that the firewall got screwed up. Maybe it's not. Carrot help me, how I hate local networks...

6.10.04

New Toys 

New toys are good. Fun, even. But when one has to spend hours upon boring hours (days, even) bringing a new toy into a satisfactory working condition, it does take some of the fun away, doesn't it?

5.10.04

Tired... 

...uninspired, and grumpy. Don't feel like being online at all. And this first song makes me want to play an old, old game called Darksun. I'd provide an URL, but I'm afraid it'd break the ToS of my host...

Oh, yeah... Our monopolist telecomm company changed the name again a few says ago. Now there's no mention of 'Croatian' in it at all. I suppose that's all right, after all, we did sell it to the Germans, wires, cables and all. I really can't wait to see how they're going to demonopolise the telecomm market the next year... Anyway... They got the new name, but the service is the same. They still have to be pulled by their teeth to give you what they themselves say you should be getting.

4.10.04

Speak of the Wolf... 

I bought that laptop tonight! Weee! Online, even. The second online purchase I made in Croatia. Slightly unbelievable, that.

3.10.04

Small Countries and Their Problems 

This is ridiculous. I have finally found the money. Did some creative tinkering with my finances, and there it is. Go, me. And guess what? All the Dell D800 notebooks in this f... I mean, silly country seem to have been sold. Go figure.

2.10.04

Uh-oh... 

I don't feel like eating chocolate. There it is, a bar of plain Milka, sitting on the desk in front of me, and I feel absoultely no attraction to it... Scary. Very scary.

The Sport of Blog Bashing 

I'll admit, I have no better ideas. Things have been busy lately, and I'm drained. My intellectual biorhytm is low, too. :) So, let's bash other people's blogs!

Today in Stupid News. Wow. And I mean, wow. This one goes into the Director's Choice.

Skipping pro-Kerry and pro-Bush blogs... I mean, people, how can you even think there is any difference between them?

Skipping spamlogs... Hang. Neck. Dead.

Life is nothing, just a dream. Blog in Spanish. Title in English. Why?

bree's flava blog. Some people should be denied the access to the WYSIWYG editor. Note the general illiteracy, too...

? Nothing here but the Navbar...

God ...my life! Here we go again. No sense of design. Double posts. If I understood the language, I'm sure I'd find signs of illiteracy, too, although caps seem mostly in place. Come on, people, it's really not that hard...

Something in Winnipeg. Removed the advertising, have we? Not even the Blogger button is there. Sad. And here's another one of that kind. Not quite hang-neck-dead, but close.

Read My Mind! I know it's not really necessary for a psychologist to be a good driver, but would you really want someone who's afraid of driving in the rain to treat your phobias? :)

Enough.

1.10.04

Luniversary... 

Four months. The fifth archive file. And I seriously didn't believe this would last.