Проблема в том, что мне позарез необходим этот дождь и я не могу ждать когда машину помоет кто-то другой.
I don’t know enough Japanese to read it, but this site featuring manga characters representing various Zaurus models speaks for itself. :)
There’s a huge difference between bemoaning past mistakes and just recollection of times in the past where things went wrong.
As a rule, I don’t bemoan past mistakes much. But I spend the majority of my time remembering the past. It somehow seems richer than the current mess, which mostly consists of petty inconveniences. Whether this is just an effect of memory, which might somehow keep emotional charge better than it does the factual events remains a question for science which I’m not very skilled at.
But do I really live in the best of the worlds, one where the paths I took work best for survival? Reminds me of that joke about KGB breaking the RC5 algorythm by blowing up the complete supply of nukes if a randomly picked key didn’t work. This would result in all parallel worlds where the key did not work being extinguished, leaving only the special lucky one standing.
Something didn’t happen that should have. Probably because I wasn’t there for it to happen.
Paradoxically, to get out of this mess, I need to be energetic enough to try at least one of the methods for detecting randomness fluctuations that might work, or devise more of them, but to feel better I first need to get out of this mess.
I STILL could not get me a new handheld. Which is surprisingly idiotic, considering how much extra I have to pay to get it locally.
The world STILL sucks exactly as it did, and I’m worried it might have stuck in another cyclic segment.
Some changes are urgently required, but I wish I had an idea what kind of changes would improve the situation rather than worsen it yet again.
I’ve been noticing that I’m shifting to email-like communication in the past month or so. Instead of the normal quick response instant-messaging style, most of my communication recipients are totally absent when I am awake. No matter what I do with my schedule.
And the things I want to communicate aren’t just quick daily questions and answers, or even hyperlinks, which go around so fast they barely even count as communication. I want to tell them of new evil ideas that usually take at least a page just to explain, which turns into long monologues…
Which only get a ‘hmm’ in response.
Sending email is clearly better in this case. But something ominous is in the air… Nature abhors a void, but here I see a vacuum.
It appears I can reliably divide all the girls which fit the “appropriate age” restrictions into five categories:
Disturbing thought.
update, years later: Two more categories got added.
