Чувствую себя как Кей. Ну где, где мне достать 30000 друзей? В МТС идти чтоли?
Это было ужасно. Не просто ужасно а ужасно.
Трупы которые не лежат на месте а бегают по всему корпусу, мешая всем попыткам расследовать их убийство. Трупы которые уверены что их отравили хотя на самом деле они попросту выпили нарзану. Истерички которые совершают самоубийство потому что им скучно и их мамы которые обнимают криокамеру. Вокруг бродило пять или шесть версий реальности которые друг с другом не состыковывались потому что игроки самовольничали и делали как хотели, а мастеров было слишком мало чтобы надавить и унять их. Мастера которые между собой не разговаривали и делали разнообразные глупости на пустом месте, путались в своих же фактах и говорили одним одно а другим другое. Шприцы для суперпентотала которые пришлось покупать в последний момент потому что нас никто об этом не предупредил. В организации этой игры было СТОЛЬКО всего неправильного, что я даже не берусь пересчитывать.
— Граф, вы будете смеяться, но у нас еще один труп.
— Уже не буду.
Из поставленных мастерами целей на эту игру не было достигнуто ни одной. Из моих личных целей тоже.
Извините за выражение, на хуй.
There’s that joke I keep repeating these days.
A jew comes to a travel agency and asks, “I want to travel and see the world, can you offer me anything interesting?” So they roll out their options and do. He studies their list — this country is full of antisemites, this one’s populated by arabs, this one’s this, that one’s that. Lots of good reasons for a decent self-respecting jew not to go there. “Look, none of this will do, do you have anything else?” They offer him a globe, “We’re a serious travel agency, even if we don’t have something on the list, we can get you a trip to anywhere in the world, so just take this globe and pick something you like.” He thinks. Minutes later he asks them, “Tell me, guys, do you have another globe?”
Why? Oh, you see, I just surfed into a totally random blog by a nice-sounding foreigner currently resident in Russia, read it, wanted to leave a comment, blam I see a comment by someone I really don’t want to see anywhere within earshot of my blog. Apparently, he’s a regular there. This sort of thing keeps repeating.
I really, really need another globe. El-Hazard or maybe Dual would do just fine. I’d probably go with Autozam, Cephiro or Escaflowne’s Gaia if I had no other options. Let’s see, what’s the maximum size of a tesla coil that I can make?
P.S. Doesn’t anyone realise that if I don’t get another one, I will have to change this one, by force? Revolutions don’t just happen, they are born from blood, sweat and tears.
Yesterday. Social anthropology exam, 21 students on the list. Typical oral exam, three examiners including yours truly. A makeup exam for the makeup exam (which was described in more detail before.)
For starters, only three students show up at all. WTF? It’s their last makeup exam. They’ll have severe problems if they do not attend. Ahwell, whatever.
The first student happens to get exactly the question I flunked the girl the last time on. He was sitting there for forty minutes getting ready for the answer, with the textbook spread openly in front of him. He was sitting right there when the girl was getting chewed out for not knowing the trivial, basic things — and getting them explained! And he still could not answer the same questions I repeated word for word.
…I mean, come on. How can someone in third year of sociology not know what parts of personality did Freud single out? Forget about why, what were their names? That’s popular science stuff, not a university course!
And when I was about to start making noise officially, since this is simply unbearable, out comes a girl, who came in late, who said she only found out about this exam today and isn’t ready, and doesn’t even have her grade book with her and blam she answers perfectly and even remembers stuff like the year Cromagnon man was discovered.
This officially stopped making sense now.
You’d think it would be easy to have perfectly synchronised time. After all, time’s all around us. 28 sattelites do nothing but shout it out into the ether. The GPS sattelites, I mean. Expensive atomic clocks floating above our heads meant to do nothing else but tell time so we could tell the place.
It is kinda easy. All you need is a GPS receiver and ntpd, right? The NTP daemon knows about the GPS receivers and can get time information from them. Wrong. You also need a serial port, and these days, it’s a rare commodity, at least on my server motherboard which only has one. And it’s taken up already by the UPS too. And you also need to actually connect the GPS to the serial port and make sure it’s supplied with power cause batteries will only last it nine hours at most.
So in the end it comes out to:
$75 just for cables. And that not counting that I have the GPS receiver already. It’s either that or making my own Garmin connector, which is not that easy since they use a highly unorthodox plug, unlike anything I’ve ever seen on any other device. You literally have to cut one out of a brick of plastic and set up holes for contact springs.
Grrrr…
All that fiddling with getting a new version of MySQL for it’s enhanced UTF-8 support and mucking around with installing it only to find out that while it does support it, it does not offer upper/lower case conversion for Cyrillic in UTF-8 yet. What was the point then? :(
Sociolgy of culture lecture. Fourth year, Moscow State University. - Please tell me the main postulate of buddhist teachings. - Reincarnation?… Meditation?… Refraining from killing?…
IDIOTS…
I understand I’m supposed to explain them what buddhism actually is in that lecture. I tried to explain what Zen is. But if they don’t know by their fourth year that the main concept of Siddhartha Gautama’s teachings was that all life, whatever way you live it, is suffering, what the fuck am I doing there?! I first heard that in HIGH SCHOOL! And then heard it again in second year in philosophy. I’m not staying there any longer than I have to. Not a single day longer.
