31.5.07

In Twos 

Bureaucracy as a judge of creativity. Seeing that would've been enough for one day, but no. The utter ineptness and stupidity of the judged... Let's just say that it complemented the judges very nicely.

30.5.07

To This End 

Amazon.co.uk order made on Friday. They send it on Saturday. The package arrives on Tuesday.

There used to be a time when it'd take almost two weeks for the stuff to arrive... Is this because we're an official EU candidate now?

29.5.07

Rainy 

We seek the slumbering trout...
Personally, I'd rather find my trout awake, it's more fun to go fishing that way. Not that I actually go fishing, haven't done that in, oh, over 15 years, and I've never done any trout fishing at all, but, well, I'm letting my thoughts flow, and this is as good topic as any. Certainly better than this shit about brown mice bobbing... And who the hell keeps oatmeal in a chest? Get some jars, people!

28.5.07

Software, Software... 

In what seems to be an unlucky streak, I've had another failed install that left serious problems behind... On Toy this time, and the fact that the system installation is almost two years old didn't help. Fortunately, creative thinking saved the day, and the system was saved.

27.5.07

Shit 

A month and a half. That's how long it took for something (in this particular case, an installation of software that will not be named, by a vendor whose products have been growing increasingly invasive and bossy) to break my Windows beyond the point of repair. So yay, I wasted an afternoon first trying to fix the installation, and then making a clean re-install of the system.

Again, yay.

25.5.07

The Point? 

I haven't seen mu shrink in almost three months. I'd prefer not to see her for at least another three, but unfortunately, I can't do that.

I hope it won't hurt too much.

24.5.07

Big Dogs 

Being a level 70 in AdventureQuest is no fun. I don't think I've died this much since I was a, well, newb.

22.5.07

Of Scorching and Conflagration 

When stabbed with a paperknife, a wise man said: the rose contains many metals, and its cause is just. Thus he spoke, and thus we stabbed him again, and again, and many times again, for the troubles were ahead of us, and the angels of the realm followed.

21.5.07

How Many Is Too Many? 

I think I have too many blogs. And carrot save me, I have ideas for a few more.

20.5.07

Felt Tip 

Another weekend without enough sleep. Which means another fun week will follow... And it includes a shrink check-up.

18.5.07

Radio, What's New? 

Is Last.fm dead?

17.5.07

Where? 

I don't know what day it is today. I'm not sure of the date. I have no idea what happened in the last three? four? how many? days.

I'll blame the weekend.

13.5.07

A Night Out 

Not really. But I did manage to get past putting on my socks, and I went for a little drive yesterday. Tricked myself into it, really... Anyway, it wasn't anything special, just an hour and a half drive to Cigoc and back. I was fine the first 30 minutes, but then the usual I-want-to-go-home thinking kicked in. I didn't even think that I should go home for any particular reason, I just felt I want to be within my own four walls. Intensely. I was in my car, but it wasn't enough.

And people keep telling me I should go work in Brussels for a month... Go to a two-week seminar in Sweden... Right.

11.5.07

Avoiding Hypocrisy 

I was about to bitch how every new sub-sub-sub-update-version of Firefox and Thunderbird tends to break (well, not break, just make them not to work) all the extensions one has installed. Then I remembered that I, only few hours ago, defended Microsoft (of all things) when they did the same thing with Vista. So I'm not going to. Instead, I'll say: booooo at people who can't make software properly!

10.5.07

LRH, LRH... 

When I was a kid, of pre-teen age, I loved L. Ron Hubbard's Battlefield Earth. I've rear the entire 1000-page book close to 30 times (it's not as bad as it sounds, I could read it in little over a week). I didn't even know about his little cult then, and when I found out about it, I didn't really care. That one book was fun, and that was what mattered.

Until yesterday. For some reason, I went to explore the wonders of Scientology on Wikipedia.

Oh, the ego. Oh, the delusions of grandeur. Oh, the paranoia. Oh, the sheer stupidity. I would've been better off not knowing that the author of my favourite childhood book was an egotistical, lying con artist. But now the box is open, and the cat is dead. A child's fantasy shattered.

Oh, well... I suppose I can now add the Scientologists to the groups of people to annoy whenever possible.

7.5.07

...Is Falling Down 

I refuse to start taking my meds again. I refuse.

I don't really know why. Maybe because I've realised that I don't really want to be an emotional zombie, even if it hurts more. And hurt it does. I remember it, and I think I'll be fully reminded soon.

I refuse. Even though it's pointless. But I refuse.

5.5.07

A Lie 

I am annoyed. More than slightly.

4.5.07

Misconceptions 

I've always thought that brownie points had something to do with cookies...

3.5.07

Many Returns 

Had I been home, we would've celebrated the third birthday on Tuesday... For me, an amazing exercise in persistence.

I'm missing Mr Prozac. I'm definitely going unstable. But I refuse to start taking it again.