31.10.04
Blogwatching
Childhood Memories
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
30.10.04
George R.R. Martin
29.10.04
Blah.
28.10.04
G.G. Kay
27.10.04
This One Is...
So Tired...
26.10.04
A Long, Long Week
25.10.04
Spoiled Birds
24.10.04
SETI@home
E-mail...
GMail. More of GMail.
23.10.04
E-mail...
22.10.04
Donating Blood
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
Search! Search!
20.10.04
An Annoying Aspect of the Croatian People
19.10.04
Up and Down
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
17.10.04
I Feel?
16.10.04
Can Flies Have Near-Death Experiences?
On a happier note, my old box now functions as an internet gateway. Go, me!
15.10.04
Groovy!
A New Car
14.10.04
Clean Cars
13.10.04
Buying a Car
12.10.04
The Looks
Smell
11.10.04
Wireless
10.10.04
What the Austrians Would Do, Continued...

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
9.10.04
What the Austrians Would Do...
8.10.04
Long Weekends
7.10.04
Bleh.
6.10.04
New Toys
5.10.04
Tired...
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...
3.10.04
Small Countries and Their Problems
2.10.04
Uh-oh...
The Sport of Blog Bashing
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.




