General mind-dump of Jonas Wæver
If we attempt to turn on the vaccuum cleaner hooked up in the living room, the lamp over the coffee table lights up. If we turn on the light in the garage, we get very dim light in the garage but a reasonable light level in the living room. The light switch in my parents’ bedroom toggles the light on the piano downstairs… my father is no electrician.
I’m glad my room is apparently on a seperate circuit.
I love my computer. It’s fast, it’s powerful, it has two delicious TFT monitors, it can run any game smoothly on the highest settings (until Crysis comes out), and I know exactly where everything is - almost. But there’s one thing about it that just irks me to no end. During start-up, the BIOS checks for IDE harddrives, and since my disk is connected with SATA, it finds none. In a pathetic attempt to communicate this, it prints prominently:
Detect drives done. No any drives found.
I’m used to programmers who are horrible at spelling. I’m not sure how it works out, but it’s no rare occurrence to find a horribly spelled and syntaxed comment in otherwise flawless code. They type functions like this up perfectly: else if (((AnimSequence == 'Pickup') && bAnimFinished) || ((AnimSequence != 'Pickup') && !IsFiring())), yet they can’t spell “canister”.
But seriously. When you write something that I have to look at every time I turn on my computer… please get somebody who can spell to check your work afterwards.
www.bustedwonder.com/exterminus
Torsten: Cool comic. Any suggestions for how the imagery should be interpreted?
Jonas: No, I was hoping you could come up with something. I’m relatively blank.
Torsten: Well, I do have something, but it’s a little loose.
Jonas: What’s your suggestion?
Torsten: If we imagine the train as a kind of communication sphere for the two, and the many tentacles etc. as their feelings and especially their interest in each other, it makes pretty good sense in that they start to appear when they see each other, and retract when he’s about to leave the train. At the same time, we see that he starts to dissolve by stepping out of the train, but regains his body when he crawls back into the “conversation bubble”. The conversation adopts another tone when he returns, and all the feelings come back, but now they’re different because they reflect the change. But I have no idea how well that holds up.
Jonas: Yeah that fits well with the thoughts it created in me (although I wasn’t sure how to verbalize it). I was wondering if the somewhat macabre emotion-metaphor could be grounded in an idea that feelings sort of eat up the outer facades when they emerge to the surface.
Torsten: That’s quite possible. Or perhaps that emotions and thoughts leave marks in people. He still has a big hole in the chest when he gets up to leave.
Jonas: Yeah that’s a good point too. But anyway, cool comic
Torsten: Agreed agreed. Old bean. *Gets out a briar pipe.*
Jonas: And I think your/our interpretation holds up, old chap. *Adjusts the monocle.*
Torsten: Quite, quite.
Stop. Look at yourself. Evaluate your situation.
Then SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO TO BED, IT’S FUCKING MONDAY MORNING AND SOME OF US GOTTA GET UP FOR WORK YOU SELFISH MORON!
Thank you.
What is that with command prompts, anyway? Why are they so much fun?
Because they are, you know they are. At least if you’ve ever tried using one. They’re kinda like playing an adventure game, except even MORE geeky. Well, unless you HAVE to use them to get your work done, then they’re just ‘l33t’. I recently discovered that you can access an FTP server through DOS! How cool is that? Of course you may already have known about this, but I strictly forbid you to make fun of me under pain of… me… being sad?
Anyway. I can’t be bothered installing SmartFTP for some reason, although that would’ve saved me tons of time already, so I just fired up a command prompt (why is there no hotkey for that?) and played around with the FTP function. Unhappily, I have forgotten the address to connect to our root folder, so all I could do was open my personal site, which was not where I wanted to be.
But still: Command prompts are great.
My mother has summoned from the Heavens the greatest frickin’ smoothie in the history of gastronomy. Behold its fruity visage!
okay, so it doesn’t look all that impressive. I assure you, it makes that up in taste. But you will never know, for this drink is mine… all mine.
Ronja Thornskiold, Nord Guardian, with her horse Hrimfaxi.
Nobody really cares when or where it’s taken, it’s just a game FFS.
Last day at Greenpeace today. It began with a complete fiasco and ended with a great time.
Watching an episode of 24 with my mum is like playing a game of “Spot the Propaganda”. It goes a bit like this:
Women are weak! 10 points.
Those that aren’t are manipulative or plain murdering evil! 20 points.
Torture is okay if you get results with it! 10 points.
And mental torture is okay no matter what: 20 points.
Political activists are whiny ingrateful traitors! 10 points.
ALL MUSLIMS ARE TERRORISTS! 10 points.
Except if they’ve lived in the ‘States long enough to learn good American values: 20 points.
Breaking the law is quite fine if you’re right! 10 points.
Even if you point guns at innocent bystanders and threaten to kill them, quite likely mentally scarring them for life: 20 points.
130 points! Not bad… and that’s just in the first 5 episodes. Let’s see how many we can collect before the show ends.
It’s better than a joystick
And better than a pen.
It sure beats a gamepad:
The mouse is your friend!
You’ll hit where you aim
And you will win your fights.
Precision is key
With those marvellous mice!
Joysticks can be nice
If you’re planning to fly,
And a mouse cannot write,
I’m not gonna lie.
And gamepads are cool
If all that you do,
Is stick to your couch
And your TV like glue.
And yes, if you race,
It’s a matter of feel:
You may drive better
By using a wheel.
But when it comes down,
To what games are about
- shooting some people -
Then please have no doubt!
You will aim better
And you WILL rock the house
If you do what I tell you:
You must use a mouse!
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