28.2.05
Martin Luther King Kong
Why the title? I have no idea. I just felt the need to say it. I can already see this post generating a massive amount of search hits (I wonder if there's a Martin Kong to be looked for, and how many people will be looking for the entire phrase). It'll hopefully be fun t' watch.
Tomorrow is the 1 March. And the weatherman said it'll be -20 Centigrade in the morning.
Tomorrow is the 1 March. And the weatherman said it'll be -20 Centigrade in the morning.
27.2.05
Omm...
Last week, a link to a BBC article about a research which demonstrates how a bad vegan diet can be dangerous to children was posted on the local EV newsgroup. Predictably, the reactions from the local EV/AR community ranged from they-are-lying! to I-do-not-believe-it!, but of course, without any real arguments.
Then one guy appeared, and, after stating that these 'experts' and 'scientists' disregard 'the individual needs, individual differences, and the very meaning of feeding', asked the people who make claims about the danger of unbalanced vegan diets, how is it possible that a diet which contains animal products can contain nutrients which can be absent from a vegan diet. Then he went on about how the scientist's measurments of growth and intelligence disregarded 'the man as a whole' and 'satisfying the needs of spiritual life and development'. Having been primed by the displayed lack of very, very basic knowledge of biology, I ignored the last part. As it will turn out, to my woe.
So I made a rather long post, in the language I would use to explain things to a not very bright three-year-old, how living beings have the ability to use different substances to create other substances, and that these abilities differ from a living being to a living being. I did this clearly, although in a somewhat condescending manner. Like I said, the political correctness safety was off.
The truth was even worse that I thought. After completely not understanding what I was about, the guy went on about the people's need to develop not only 'some prefered qualities', and how the scientists who do this kind of research only 'work on increasing human non-freedom, and don't conduct serious scientific research', because every individual needs to develop 'not too slowly, and not too quickly, according to one's internal law' according to which 'humans are humans, and don't have to be what they eat, but can be free from that'.
So now I'm wondering the same thing this guy wondered about these scientists of ours... What did his parents feed him when he was a kid?
Then one guy appeared, and, after stating that these 'experts' and 'scientists' disregard 'the individual needs, individual differences, and the very meaning of feeding', asked the people who make claims about the danger of unbalanced vegan diets, how is it possible that a diet which contains animal products can contain nutrients which can be absent from a vegan diet. Then he went on about how the scientist's measurments of growth and intelligence disregarded 'the man as a whole' and 'satisfying the needs of spiritual life and development'. Having been primed by the displayed lack of very, very basic knowledge of biology, I ignored the last part. As it will turn out, to my woe.
So I made a rather long post, in the language I would use to explain things to a not very bright three-year-old, how living beings have the ability to use different substances to create other substances, and that these abilities differ from a living being to a living being. I did this clearly, although in a somewhat condescending manner. Like I said, the political correctness safety was off.
The truth was even worse that I thought. After completely not understanding what I was about, the guy went on about the people's need to develop not only 'some prefered qualities', and how the scientists who do this kind of research only 'work on increasing human non-freedom, and don't conduct serious scientific research', because every individual needs to develop 'not too slowly, and not too quickly, according to one's internal law' according to which 'humans are humans, and don't have to be what they eat, but can be free from that'.
So now I'm wondering the same thing this guy wondered about these scientists of ours... What did his parents feed him when he was a kid?
26.2.05
I Can't.
I don't feel like it, and I can't make myself to feel like it.
24.2.05
Back to Idiot-Bashing
I suppose it's those days of the year. Or maybe it's the full moon reflecting off the snowy landscape. Whatever it is, I'm ready for another round of telling the local ethical vegetarians and animal rights morons just how stupid they really are. The safety on political correctness is off, and I'm off to bash. Yeah!
Until I get bored again, that is... Repeating things over and over again to retarded children doesn't stay entertaining for long.
Until I get bored again, that is... Repeating things over and over again to retarded children doesn't stay entertaining for long.
23.2.05
My Poor Heart! My Ulcers!
I think snowboarding will turn me into a language puritan...
22.2.05
Shhhh!
Boxes of Lifestyle
If I had a dollar for every time I heard it said, it's not just a [insert a random type of activity here], it's a lifestyle!, I'd be a rich man. I wonder why people feel a need to have their lives defined by one activity... Why they want to give a greater meaning to their basically insignificant pastimes, I can understand, but can't they see how obvious their intention is? (And when they say it in Croatian, but fail to replace the word 'lifestyle' with an appropriate Croatian expression... Such people really should be hung by their necks until they're dead.)
When I talk about myself, I don't want to be able to say, I'm this-one-thing-doer. I don't want to look and behave like a stereotype of something. I don't like being closed in a box, even if it's of my own making. I like doing different things. Preferably simultaneously. It's more fun that way.
When I talk about myself, I don't want to be able to say, I'm this-one-thing-doer. I don't want to look and behave like a stereotype of something. I don't like being closed in a box, even if it's of my own making. I like doing different things. Preferably simultaneously. It's more fun that way.
21.2.05
Have I Grown Up?
I still haven't got used to the existance of adult people younger than me. I'm not sure that's a good thing...
I wonder if having one's own children is the only way to solve this...
I wonder if having one's own children is the only way to solve this...
20.2.05
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Well. It seems that seven out of top ten of the 'blogs' they list aren't even blogs... And the top 100 list includes sites such as Bravenet, LiveJournal, Blog Search Engine, and w.bloggar. I wonder if one can ask them to have one's blog removed from their listing...
How Much Is It Worth
Thanks to my faithful counter thingies, I've recently become aware of this. Now I'm not sure if I should be amused or outraged. How did they even find me?
19.2.05
The Youth Rules
Sometimes I think I live a very sheltered existence... Is it because the Mocker is the one who really knows and understands the world? Does the Mocker actually protect the Youth?
I Can Put My Entire Fist into My Mouth
But I don't do it very often. Anyway...
I'm a city kid. (Although the fact that I have also been taught to do certain things might colour my perspective somewhat.) But I'd never expect a large-dog-sized animal to be stunned, or even dead, if I hit its muzzle with the handle of my knife twice, or stood on the side of its neck for ten seconds. Yet, there are people who stun/kill (and then skin) large-dog-sized animals for living who expect it.
I'm starting to wonder when did humans forget how to kill. And whether the culture of non-violence really is a good thing.
I'm a city kid. (Although the fact that I have also been taught to do certain things might colour my perspective somewhat.) But I'd never expect a large-dog-sized animal to be stunned, or even dead, if I hit its muzzle with the handle of my knife twice, or stood on the side of its neck for ten seconds. Yet, there are people who stun/kill (and then skin) large-dog-sized animals for living who expect it.
I'm starting to wonder when did humans forget how to kill. And whether the culture of non-violence really is a good thing.
18.2.05
Non-Artificial My Muscled Bottom
What the fuck is 'natural shrimp flavour' supposed to be?
17.2.05
Darling Flies of May
To me, it it only a moment. To them, it is... Also only a moment. Why do people still think mayflies live only for a day?
But then again, there are people (who even have internet access) who think Earth is 4000 years old (why only 4 ky, when even that priest guy who calculated the planet's age from the lengths of lives of Biblical personages gave it 6.5 ky). Because they 'can't believe' it's much older than that. As if it's the Earth's problem they're limited...
But then again, there are people (who even have internet access) who think Earth is 4000 years old (why only 4 ky, when even that priest guy who calculated the planet's age from the lengths of lives of Biblical personages gave it 6.5 ky). Because they 'can't believe' it's much older than that. As if it's the Earth's problem they're limited...
15.2.05
Birds of Feather...
Imagine a five-inch green bird, sitting on my chest, reverently looking at my face. And try not to laugh.
Sky. And Clouds.
I blame the weather. For everything.
14.2.05
Bloody Hell...
I'm sick of everything. Some people especially.
13.2.05
Regulars, Regulars
I seem to have acquired my third regular reader... I'll really have to start thinking about a site feed. :)
Anyway. Greetings to the returning visitor from the fair city of Budapest!
Anyway. Greetings to the returning visitor from the fair city of Budapest!
Open Ended
Why does open source software have to feel so unfinished and buggy? I'm not saying proprietary software actually is any better, but at least Windows and Office (and such) look like they've been made properly, without the button text spilling over (or even worse, being cut off) from the button area because the text doesn't scale properly to different screen font sizes...
12.2.05
Cookie!
It tickles! There's 47% of it! And here's a domain name I don't wish to have!
Am I making sense? No. If your head hurt like mine does right now, you wouldn't be, either.
Am I making sense? No. If your head hurt like mine does right now, you wouldn't be, either.
11.2.05
Cars, Cars
Toyotas suck. The Corolla I got to drive today does, at least.
The Diode
It was red, the light was. Not as the blood is red, but the fake, unnatural red of betrayal. While the weight hung from my ears it shone on the wall like it had every right to. But it came not as a surprise. At least, it was clean and silent.
10.2.05
Who Is More Silly?
Igor for liking and eating/drinking chocolate, soup and tea with milk, or me, for letting him do it?
9.2.05
Project Marina
[22:32] Magma: Do you ever go out to a bar, approach a random woman, and say, hi, my penis is that big?
[22:34] 336847468: no but probably only becasue I know I might get slapped or sued for that ,males are generally more sexually agressive than females, now take a guy who is half a world away and therefore doesnt care at all about your reaction
[22:35] Magma: And males are supposed to be strong, brave, and all that shit...
[22:35] 336847468: unfortunately aggressiveness is the sexual nature of men
...
[22:37] Magma: Male sexual aggressiveness... Hiding behind your IP number.
[22:38] 336847468: more or less
Today, I am ashamed to be a male with an internet connection. As much as I don't believe in collective responsibility, I am ashamed. I think I'll strangle Margaret after all.
[22:34] 336847468: no but probably only becasue I know I might get slapped or sued for that ,males are generally more sexually agressive than females, now take a guy who is half a world away and therefore doesnt care at all about your reaction
[22:35] Magma: And males are supposed to be strong, brave, and all that shit...
[22:35] 336847468: unfortunately aggressiveness is the sexual nature of men
...
[22:37] Magma: Male sexual aggressiveness... Hiding behind your IP number.
[22:38] 336847468: more or less
Today, I am ashamed to be a male with an internet connection. As much as I don't believe in collective responsibility, I am ashamed. I think I'll strangle Margaret after all.
I Am Cold
The inside of my nose froze this morning, in the time it took me to get to my car to the building where I work. I think I'd like to hibernate until spring... I'd be warm, I'd lose some weight, and I'd catch up with the sack time. But, alas, primates don't hibernate.
8.2.05
The Three Who Are Me
Can you see the flames, as the fire dies...
I am Three. The Youth, the Mocker, the Silent One.
Can you see the sorrow within their eyes...
The Youth is the first. He is life, he is joy. Curiosity. He can do anything and everything.
Into mist they'll take you soul, they'll take your heart...
The Mocker is the second. He is old, he is wisdom. Cynicism. His greatest pleasure is laughing at the Youth.
Whispering winds from the land of the nevermore...
The Silent One is the third. For a long time I didn't even know he exists, I believed I was Two. He just sits back in the shadows and does... Nothing. Nothing at all.
Do you know what they hide, hide within their hearts...
The Youth wants the Mocker to stop laughing at him, so that he can have fun.
The Mocker wants the Youth to fall down the stairs, get run over by a car, and generally get hurt.
I have no idea what the Silent One wants. From the glimpse I've had of him, I don't think I'd enjoy finding out.
Fallen leaves coloured red, blood of all the dead...
Only once, when they were together, there was Unity. Only once, they were in complete agreement. The first Sunday in the last year's September. Very early hours of morning. That was the day. The end of the beginning, and the beginning of the end. They will all be in it together.
Friend or foe...
I am Three. The Youth, the Mocker, the Silent One.
Can you see the sorrow within their eyes...
The Youth is the first. He is life, he is joy. Curiosity. He can do anything and everything.
Into mist they'll take you soul, they'll take your heart...
The Mocker is the second. He is old, he is wisdom. Cynicism. His greatest pleasure is laughing at the Youth.
Whispering winds from the land of the nevermore...
The Silent One is the third. For a long time I didn't even know he exists, I believed I was Two. He just sits back in the shadows and does... Nothing. Nothing at all.
Do you know what they hide, hide within their hearts...
The Youth wants the Mocker to stop laughing at him, so that he can have fun.
The Mocker wants the Youth to fall down the stairs, get run over by a car, and generally get hurt.
I have no idea what the Silent One wants. From the glimpse I've had of him, I don't think I'd enjoy finding out.
Fallen leaves coloured red, blood of all the dead...
Only once, when they were together, there was Unity. Only once, they were in complete agreement. The first Sunday in the last year's September. Very early hours of morning. That was the day. The end of the beginning, and the beginning of the end. They will all be in it together.
Friend or foe...
7.2.05
Project Marina
Margaret's latest victim is something of a linguistic curiosity. Of the first six lines he wrote to her, five began with 'ohh ok'. I suppose the first one didn't, because he decided to start the conversation with a more conventional 'hi'. I think that makes him the first person I've seen to use prop-words over IP.
Applied Ornithology
What colour are the eyes of a raven?
6.2.05
No Beer, No Antibiotics
In some other time, I would've been an almost-grandfather by now, old, toothless, wise, and venerable. Providing I survived to my age, of course.
Which I wouldn't. I would've died of appendicitis at the age of 19, leaving my kids (the oldest one being five or six) fatherless. Of course, I could've died of a middle-ear inflammation at the age of 3 or 4; it would've at least left me deaf on one ear - a dangerous condition in a world full of bears and wolves and lions.
I wonder, though... Living in that time, knowing what I know now, what would I miss more - antibiotics, or beer?
Which I wouldn't. I would've died of appendicitis at the age of 19, leaving my kids (the oldest one being five or six) fatherless. Of course, I could've died of a middle-ear inflammation at the age of 3 or 4; it would've at least left me deaf on one ear - a dangerous condition in a world full of bears and wolves and lions.
I wonder, though... Living in that time, knowing what I know now, what would I miss more - antibiotics, or beer?
Multiple Servings, One Jack
There's our species, spending all these thousands (millions, if you count our relevant immediate ancestors) of years evolving meat-eating patterns of eating. Then the Americans decide to abuse those patterns, and grow monstrously fat. And then nutritional advisors and other assorted wellness experts come to be.
So, I've got a question. How the fuck is a person supposed to eat 11 servings of something, plus a dozen or so servings of other things, during one day? Do these charlatans think humans should return to the ways of their fruit-picking ancestors, who spent their entire days searching for something fibrously sweet and then munching on it? I'd really like to see them existing in that sort of a world... I'd also like to see them taking their own advice and having all those numbers of all those servings of all those foods from all those food groups. I really would. They'd be so busy eating, they wouldn't have enough time to 'advise'.
So, I've got a question. How the fuck is a person supposed to eat 11 servings of something, plus a dozen or so servings of other things, during one day? Do these charlatans think humans should return to the ways of their fruit-picking ancestors, who spent their entire days searching for something fibrously sweet and then munching on it? I'd really like to see them existing in that sort of a world... I'd also like to see them taking their own advice and having all those numbers of all those servings of all those foods from all those food groups. I really would. They'd be so busy eating, they wouldn't have enough time to 'advise'.
5.2.05
Viiiiii!
I'm unconnected! And look at the time!
SETI@home
Three hundred units. No ETs.
And the Truths
But I don't want to learn to dance.
Lies! All Lies!
Who says I can't re-learn to wind-surf? Or learn to snowboard? Or go bungee-jumping, even if it's only from that bridge in Dubrovnik? Or go to New Zealand, Kenya or Iran? Or anything else? What's there to stop me? Where did I get these ideas?
4.2.05
The Depression of Soul
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need... We've all been raised on television, to believe that one day we'll all be millionaires and movie gods and rock-stars. But we won't...
As paraphrased from the book in the Fight Club film. So true.
3.2.05
Project Marina: Turks, No Prostitutes.
More things I've learned about the internet Turks... They don't have much sense of humour, and it matters to them what gender the letters on their screens are. Even when all they want to do is 'discuss English literature and culture'.
Oh, yeah. I've been called a son of a prostitute again. What's the matter with these people and their prostitutes?
Oh, yeah. I've been called a son of a prostitute again. What's the matter with these people and their prostitutes?
That Which Defines
I wish I could point at the moment when I became what I am now and say, that is when it happened. And what am I now?
I am my hate. My hate towards myself. I hate my body, which is less than I want it to be. I hate my mind, which is more.
I am my anger. I am angry at myself, because I can't change, because I'm too lazy to even try hard enough.
I am my fear. I am scared of change, so I spend much time avoiding it, only so I can hate myself even more, that my anger can grow more consuming.
I am my envy. I envy those who have what I don't. I don't hate them. Oh, no. The hate is all reserved for myself.
I am my sorrow. I regret things I did or didn't do, dwelling on past mistakes just to repeat them. I repeat them because I keep dwelling on them instead of correcting them.
I am a circle. The circle in which I run. The circle which I can't break.
I am my hate. My hate towards myself. I hate my body, which is less than I want it to be. I hate my mind, which is more.
I am my anger. I am angry at myself, because I can't change, because I'm too lazy to even try hard enough.
I am my fear. I am scared of change, so I spend much time avoiding it, only so I can hate myself even more, that my anger can grow more consuming.
I am my envy. I envy those who have what I don't. I don't hate them. Oh, no. The hate is all reserved for myself.
I am my sorrow. I regret things I did or didn't do, dwelling on past mistakes just to repeat them. I repeat them because I keep dwelling on them instead of correcting them.
I am a circle. The circle in which I run. The circle which I can't break.
2.2.05
Blood Under My Fingernail
I've also paranoidly tested my New and Improved design in Opera, Pocket IE (PPC) and Blazer 2 (Palm). And you know what? It works. Blazer will even cutely scale down the pics and use different fonts where necessary.
1.2.05
Search. A la Microsoft.
I am, sadly, no longer the first result of the MSN search for Turkish prostitutes. I am now the fifth (fourth on Google). But, here's a new one... Look for Hitler quotes using the same search engine... They've really managed to stroke my sense of political incorrectness with this. Between so many quotations sites, I come the first.
Shall we say that MSN search sucks?
Shall we say that MSN search sucks?
Tolerance No More
I think I'm becoming increasingly intolerant towards the kinds of music I don't really like. I sooo can't stand the pop-corn, especially the domestic variety, any more.
And what is wrong with the Germans? They have absolutely no fashion taste.
And what is wrong with the Germans? They have absolutely no fashion taste.
