Fallacies of Justice
The government wants to introduce a new law that would add a special fixed-rate tax to all copy machines and media, like CDs, DVDs, VCRs, backup solutions...
Some media would get even more than 100% more expensive because of it. Some devices even more than 10% more expensive.
Okay, let's say I don't have a problem with this. Just assume it and shut up. Like, lately I'm more into books than movies anyway. All the new movies are... bizzare. Haven't even bought a CDR media this year, only about 40 DVD-Rs. Mostly to transfer all the junk from my hard drives to them and then hopefully get them misplaced somewhere so the problem would get away entirely on its own. But that's beside the point.
Let's follow the reasoning for the new taxation. The copying devices are cheaper every day, so is the media, and copyrighted works get copied all over the universe like it's some kind of a new addiction. Yeah, even the Alpha-Centaurians do it. Making a copy for anything else than a backup is against the [copyright] law. Using a copy and not owning the original is against the [copyright] law. But people do it anyway, and because it's so cheap to do it, it is massively widespread. So massively it's odd a black hole didn't form already. So then, let's tax those devices and media so the authors can get rightfully compensated for the sudden widespread illegal use of their works. Only, I've got a few problems with this concept.
- Let's say the new law gets through and I buy the media by their sudden expensive prices, and, as naughty as I can be, make an illegal copy of a KLF CD (that incidently I can't buy anwhere anymore) that my friend owns. I've payed the tax. Someone got compensated. Does that mean that all of a sudden I own a legal copy of this KLF CD? No. If the author finds out what I did, I'd probably get sued into oblivion. So, why the hell the tax?
- Why, all of a sudden, tax ALL kinds of media? Who on Earth would watch a movie stored on a DLT tape? I don't know about those Alpha-Centaurians and Zeta Reticuli folks, but people of Earth definitely don't watch movies on DLT tapes. They're clearly meant only for backups. And why tax digital things at a double rate of analog things? Why tax analog things at all, all of a sudden? They're not interesting at all, with their degrading quality with time, etc. Analog media is history!
- It's clearly unjust for subjects doing backups and/or legally burning free software and other free stuff. Why should I compensate someone who didn't have anything to do with the Linux distro I want to use? I'd rather that money goes to support FSF and EFF when I tweak with free stuff, such as OpenOffice.org at the moment, if you really can't be bothered with finding out all the authors of free software and other free stuff to proportionally compensate them for my using of their work. Why would I like to support some shit like BackTownBoyz or something?
- A word or two about efficiency. And real justice. Just how will you shelve out the money among all the artists of this world? Will you track the piracy trend of the populace? How? It's crazy to think that anyone would confess to piracy. Even more, to tell you exactly what he/she has pirated. You're bound to getting wildly inaccurate readings no matter what method you use. And one more thing. Only popular stuff gets wildly copied. But popular stuff by itself is already selling alright, the authors are surely getting rich beyond my imagination. Be certain that real art gets "consumed" by real folks with taste and morality on right place. Stating that everyone is pirating everything he/she can get in his/her hands, is simply defamation! And that because of this you'll enact this law, is simply preposterous! Why don't you consider this form of, let's call it family piracy, where a friend makes a copy of a work he/she saw at a friend, as a form of promotion? A form of promotion at consumer's expense. Yes, you don't get anything from this, but let's face it: it only means that you produce junk, if that friend that made the copy only used the copy once and then misplaced it somewhere never thinking back at it again. He/she is probably sorry for the time wasted and wouldn't have seen the stuff in the first place, if he/she wouldn't have been literally forced to watch it. Hell, I've got a flatmate addicted to movies; he can't spend a day without watching at least one movie, wasting time in that damn inert position on crap movies. I don't mind, it's his choice. But taking a thing out of its frame will never serve the justice, or help anyone in any way. Other than providing exploitive companies with gagging bagfuls of money.
- And lastly: do you think I could sue the government for defamation? The law clearly implies that all citizens (and companies!) buying the machines and media are without an exception would-be pirates.
But I don't care; TV plays only junk crap these days (densely interspersed with a boatload of commercials), movie theaters show only infantile movies (going to movies these days is like sneezing because you've developed this sudden itch in your nose), and radio stations got these people that really talk too much and mutilate my mind with Britney's dreadful voice. Yarg. If you want me to pay extra for those few CDs and DVDs I buy, fine. It won't hurt me. But I'll still prefer good books. Simply nothing else compares to good books nowadays. So fuck me running, y'all.
Insomnia
I find myself home in bed,
With my mind unprepared,
Too much crap it has been fed,
All light from it has fled.
I try to sleep,
Dive really deep.
Into bed I creep,
Help me sleep!
Awaiting dreams of a sunny beach,
With a woman within my reach.
Draining my sanity like a leech,
I turn and kick with thought this each.
All day work,
I sit like jerk,
Typing inert,
I go berserk!
Hoping for rescue in the night,
In dreams to make my flight,
No fight, no light, no sight,
I turn and kick in this plight.
Nothing lit,
Up I sit.
Where to fit?
This is shit!
But there's no peace, no release,
No dreams of wild love with ease,
This darkness nothing can please,
I turn and kick without cease.
© 2004 AlesS
Patience, Patience
Right. Met my sister at the train station. Bought her a map of the town and a bus pass for today. Shown her the way to her faculty. I escorted her all the way to the room with the enrollment papers. Then I disappeared. I wonder if she'll call me for help. :> She should have finished with the enrollment procedure just about... now!
Addendum 12:37
Yep, just got off the phone with her. Now I wonder if she'll find the train station. :]
Why are some people not more adventurous? She wants to get on the 13:45 train. Last train leaves at 17:25 and she doesn't want to use the time to explore the town at all. She's afraid to get lost, blah blah blah. Like... is she afraid she'll spend the night on the street? Sheesh!
Defiance
Click here (and so on)with you.But Not Like Windows95!
Which OS am I?
Which OS are You?
I guess they have a point there...
Something Is Wrong
I left for work without performing the usual morning cycle. You know, checking if all the stuff is in the right place, if you've
got your office keys and so on... GAAAAAAAAHHH! Sure enough I get up all the way to my office doors and a sudden thought strikes me: I left the keys at home on the desk! The vivid memory of my keys lying on the table besides the keyboard at home just worsens my
despair. So I find myself in front of my office doors, stymied horribly. I never forgot my keys before! I never forgot to bring out the trash before! I never left out that last cycle! The thing worsens as I can't find any memory of me leaving! A block of memory... missing! Horrible! I've been abducted by aliens and they left me in front of my office doors without the keys! Ha! Now I'm up to them. They made a horrible mistake. A dead give-away. Now I know they're after me. I'll mount a defense immediately. A tin-foil hat, garlic, and stuff. We'll see who'll win.
Now I'm at home again, I took the keys, and will retry the "getting to work" part. Damn aliens.
Lessons of Life, #2
Always take a peek at what you drink, before you drink it!
I woke up. Then
Davin introduced a bit of confusion. I reached for a glass I knew still had some drink in it from last night. I took a gulp and noticed a moth swimming in it. I wanted to fine it for swimming without a permit, but I was distracted by Davin and his new post at his
new blog. Yay!
Lessons of Life, #1
Always carry milk in a milk-proof bag! Err, leak-proof.
I bought 1 L of milk packed in a plastic bag. I put it in my rucksack. Then I bought two books. I put them in my rucksack. Then I got home. With a white trail of milk behind me. The rest is history.
At least the books have been in a bag, so they're not milky.
Making Tea
Davin seems to be experiencing some sort of an oppression at his workplace, the first symptom being he doesn't have time to properly make tea. A tyranny actually, everyone else being a coffee maniac. But I'm here to show you how to make tea fast and properly! At my office. With the help of my benevolent boss, who took the pictures.
First you have to have a mug. A big one, we want to
drink tea, not just taste it.
Then you fill it up with hot water. There's a water dispenser at my office for that. It heats water up to 85°C. Not quite sufficient for tea, but for the green sort it's acceptable.
I Almost forgot. Not only mug, you'll also need a colander and some tea, of course. Yunnan Green, yummy.
This much tea. It seems little, but these are dried leaves so they soak up much water and get real big.
Start brewing by putting the colander with tea into the mug. And mind the time.
After approximately 3 minutes get the colander out of the mug.
And you have a mug of properly brewed tea. Green tea. The timing for this sort is about 2 minutes actually. But the water is not very hot, so I leave it in a bit longer. The Yunnan Green is remarkable for the fact you can brew it two times from the same batch of leaves: the first time 2 minutes, the second time about 5 minutes. Only the second time isn't as good as the first time. ;) If you make black tea, then brew it 3 to 5 minutes. At the end usually a bit of milk is added to black tea. I'll switch to black tea and milk when I find a shop selling milk that isn't homogenised. I received a tip already, I'll check it out soon. Oh,
this is why I don't like homogenised milk.
Drink it with the pleasure of a mug of tea well done! Just like me. ;)
Dude, it rocks!
Disclaimer: if you're not laughing then you're taking it all too seriously! It's a joke, man! ;) Yeah, sometimes I go too far and have to put up such a disclaimer... :] The thing about my boss and brewing the tea is real, though.
Busy
My sister forgot to sign on the request for staying at a student dorm during her study. And she was so careful I signed it for those people to be able to dig over my private data. I'm not sure how private the government data over me is, but that's something for another post which I won't ever make anyway. So she was in town today to go and sign it. Since she's so fearful of the unknown, I had to be her guide. For two hours. In the morning. Because she forgot to sign a piece of paper that she made damn sure I signed. And the next week she's coming back to sign a few more papers. To formally enroll to some biology thing or something. And I'll have to show her around, again. I think I'll buy her a map and a bus ticket. :>
Back at work: no peace. Suddenly a bunch of blog posts I just have to answer. :] And then a customer calls and orders a few enhancements to an application. Great, as if I don't have enough of work already. And then yet another customer reports 2 minor mistakes in yet another application. And orders some additional functionality. And they were so quiet for a month now... They also want me to do some other project, very new, very interesting, very time consuming, very when-the-hell-will-i-have-my-vacation? thingy. Good there's no contract signed yet about that. Because at the end of December I have to have some damn secure, damn reliable, damn banking transactions thingy running in production already. And I don't even have the specs yet.
And then that bloody LDAP thingy makes fun of me. I gave up for today. I got home at 21:20. I made myself a salad, had some butter, bread, cheese, grapefruit, beer. Shoooooower. And now I have written this. Good night.
...zzzZZZzzz...
Reality Bites?
My average walking speed is 6 km/h. But I like to walk at 7 km/h if I can. The speed limit in pedestrian zones is 5 km/h. For vehicles, lucky me. :]
The speed limit on cycling paths is 25 km/h. My "comfortable" cycling speed is 27 km/h. If the road is not bumpy, then 30 km/h. If the road is straight, level, and not bumpy, with no obstacles (traffic lights, other vehicles blocking my way, etc.), then I can maintain the speed of around 35 km/h. 40 km/h if I had a large greasy thing for lunch.
I speak faster than people can follow. I read stuff while people talk to me. I intersperse detailed commentaries/questions in the dialogue if I don't have anything else to do. Details. Makes people talk even more, unconnected. Makes me finish what they told me with a short scoop, concise if possible. Makes them rage. :>
I don't have a car because cars are boring. And if something is boring I don't pay full attention to it. So it makes me nervous. Trust me, you don't want me in front of a steering wheel. :] My driving instructor was asking me non-stop: "What's wrong with you?" Not me, driving is boring.
People like to present me with problems. Because usually I solve them, and I solve them quickly.
People don't like to present me with problems. Because they feel I behave too elitistic. I say it's utilitarian with a drop of humor. If it comes as elitistic to you, then you have a problem. Perhaps that drop of humor is too large and twisted for you. :]
I like to help. If you let me. I don't have a problem if you loaf. But don't expect me to do so, too. I'll slack off when I feel like it. If you asked me to help you and try to be funny while I help, you're off for a surprise. If your jokes are bad I'll simply ignore you, and if your jokes are good, I'll twist your mind like you've never seen it done before. If smalltalk is what you want, do so over a beer.
I admit, it doesn't seem as if I actually enjoy helping. But that's simply a reaction to the overall slow pace of the world, not concerned with details. It's like overclocking a CPU in your computer: you go too far and the peripherals start failing. I feel like this overclocked CPU. :]
Yes, I'm hyperactive. And I enjoy it. Do you? ;)
It's nice to be me. Can you say the same for yourself? Can you say this without having me for an ass? Can you say this without first thinking of blaming someone for something? Can you say this and wonder: "How shall I surprise the world today?" Can you really? If yes, wonderful! I love such people! If no, well, what are you waiting? It's only as hard as you want it to be.
Yay, that was some introspection. I don't usually do this. I was browsing through the
Project Gutenberg's repository in search for some reading material. For almost a decade now I have this nudging thought running in circles in my mind to read
Shakespeare's Julius Caesar. There's this famous quote from Mark Antony's monologue over the Caesar's body: "Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war." But it's better understood in its entirety. Just imagine Mark and the dead Caesar on the stage, and Mark having this monologue:
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
(Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds,
And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
In those days, when an army official cried "havoc" it meant for the soldiers to go out in a killing frenzy, chopping, slicing, knifing, etc. (you get the idea) everybody in their way, no matter who. Very brutal, very mass-murdering. So you can imagine what an energetic, furious, this monologue at the end becomes. Breath-taking. ;) Much like me, when overwhelmed with problems, only I kill problems, not people. ;>
But alas I got distracted again. This happens always: I find something that's more interesting. I found out they've got a few works by Tagore. I found
Sadhana! And so, reading this, coupled with some observations I recently made, produced this blog entry. ;)
Tea
I bought a tea cup, a tea colander, and tea. And yesterday I started making and drinking tea at the office. Yunnan Green for a start. It was about the time to start using the heater in that water dispenser. ;) At one time there was a slight buzzing noise in my head. I think I had too much of it. Or perhaps not. I was quite productive. :]
And fast. I was cycling home with the average speed of 25.6 km/h over 6 km. On one straight segment of the road I even went 41 km/h. I cycled past a parked police van with 33 km/h. The speed limit on cycling paths is 25 km/h. Whoops. But I like to see people jumping left and right so much.... ;]
I think I would have had a better timing if there wouldn't have been so many red traffic lights. On Friday, for example, my average speed was 27.2 km/h on the same 6 km. I hadn't had any tea then, but also only a few red traffic lights, and no other cyclists or people on the path to scare. Perhaps because it was slightly raining. :]
Davin tells me he also drinks tea. A
normal tea. Perhaps it's his variant of normal, because he finds it hard to describe. So he's going to make a blog entry with pics of the tea he drinks. Or so he told me. And more detailed pics of those jelly candles in
his new funny blog that are not food, although they look like it. Or so he tells me. He got me terribly confused there. I think he's becoming a sort of a
BOFH. Especially since he likes my customers better than his. You see: I train them. I dismiss them over the phone after about 2 or 3 minutes. Rarely there are extremes. Like yesterday. All in all I wasted about 2 hours on the phone. One call was even 31 minutes long. I thought I was going to demolish a major wall and bring down the whole building in the process. Errr. Well you try to install, no, register to windows, a program. The hard way. And over the phone. With a person that goes "Huh?" most of the time. But he's trained now. He won't make the same mistake again. :> I know what you think! Don't! I'm alright! That person has a degree in computer engineering! I think he should drink tea. I'm not certain I could manage 1.5 hours on the phone, as Davin does. ;)
I'm a coder, a developer, not a help line. A hell line! :> Sheesh, even other programmers call me at times to seek an advice... I think my price is too low.
I need more tea.
Linux Pics
Davin wants me to post some pics. Since I was also requested to make a few screenshots for the text about
Linux I'm writing for a booklet, I thought it would be a good idea to also post the pics here. Perhaps some of you hard-core windoze folks will try out Linux after seeing these pics. A while ago I tried to convince Davin to try out
KNOPPIX, a GNU/Linux distribution based on
Debian with the
KDE desktop environment that you can run directly from the CD. There's no need to install it on a hard drive or mess around with your hard drive in any way, so all fears you could corrupt your existing setup are groundless. It's also a good way for you to test out GNU/Linux before making the final decision. ;) Anyway, Davin got as far as downloading it, and from then on he chose to ignore it. For months. I think it's more than half a year now. I'm obviously not a good (Linux) advocate. ;)
I have this old machine I bought in March 1998. Everything but the motherboard has since been replaced. :] It's nothing special by today's standards: an AMD K6-3 400MHz CPU, 256 MB RAM, a 9G SCSI system disk, a CD burner, and so on. At the end of December last year I got a new machine, a 2.6GHz P4/800 CPU, 1 GB RAM, a 120 GB disk, a DVD burner, and so on. Nothing special. ;) Since then I've been planning to wipe the disks of the old machine and install a fresh Linux distro. Yesterday I finally got around it and did it. Now it runs
Slackware 10.0, and all the screenshots have been made using it.
Let's start. By logging in.
What you see is a login screen as handled by kdm, the
KDE's xdm replacement. It's a display manager for the
X system that handles graphics in GNU/Linux and
UNIX systems in general. The kdm prompts you for the username and password and provides you with a menu of desktop environments you can choose from, which is shown in the picture. This is one of the default screens that show up after booting GNU/Linux, if you configured it to boot into graphics mode (
Fedora,
SuSE,
Mandrake, and other more beginner-friendly distros usually do this by default).
The
GNOME desktop environment. Displayed are
Mozilla (a web browser), obscured is a terminal window with a ftp session, and on top of it is the menu as provided by the default installation.
The
KDE desktop environment. In the background you can see
KSpread, a spreadsheet application. In the foreground is the menu as provided by the default installation.
And at the end my favourite: The
Fluxbox window manager. Well, not exactly, on the other computer I still use
fvwm, but only because I'm too lazy to switch over from a window manager I've been using for almost a decade. :] In the background on the right you can see
AbiWord in which I'm editing that text on Linux I'm so blabbering about. In the background on the left is
XMMS playing music I'm currently listening to. And in the foreground you can see three windows of the
GIMP, a tool for drawing images, image composition, photo retouching, and such. I used it to do these screenshots. With a trick: I also used
TightVNC to connect to the display of the old machine and could thus do screeshots of even the login screen. ;)
If you're interested, you can download the CDs for some of the most known Linux distributions from the
LinuxISO.org site. For a comprehensive list of distributions try
DistroWatch. Also, some of the programs mentioned here (Mozilla, GIMP, TightVNC, AbiWord) can also be used in a Microsoft Windows system. And there are plenty more. ;)
Bloody Sandwich
From now on I'll carry a dental floss with me at all times.
I can't think straight with things between my teeth...
Živa Revealed
I visited the (in)famous
Živa at her workplace just an hour or so ago. Hm. She's alright, I guess. ;) She was visibly shocked by my sudden appearance, but I'm accustomed to such responses. :> Especially since I behaved like a locomotive speeding towards her with a sustained horn blow. :] Anyway, she doesn't hesitate (much) to kick back. ;)
Sadly I couldn't stay for long as there's this annoying customer I couldn't even brush my teeth without him calling me up. I have to fix his database... The error is somewhere in this huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge stored procedure. Yes, people are insane. But I'd probably be out digging trenches if they weren't. :> Who in his/her right mind would ever write everything in a single procedure, with little or no indentation in code? Formatting is so horrible I feel like Elmer Fudd hunting wabbits.
An Embarrassing End
There's this open-source project. A contributor died a while ago. Just that. I digged a bit further and I found out he died of
autoerotic asphyxiation. Shit. Is there a more embarrassing way to die?
Until now I didn't even know people were doing this. Am I unimaginative? Or just boring? Whatever, I'm desire-resistant enough. :]
Though there's a certain something in dieing with pleasure...
Here I also wrote something about some religious fanatics, but I deleted it in fear of abrupt termination of my life and thus the cessation of opportunities to experience pleasure. Bloody religion thingy.
Reset or Yawn
Remember that cake? I've made it. Wasted about two hours shopping for ingredients. I'm very picky, yes. Then I needed 2 hours to prepare all fillings. Bloody walnuts. And apples, geeez! And then over an hour to assemble it all together. And at the end of the day my mother called me up to check some legislation about wells. Ah. Thanks mom. It appears all private water wells have to be registered, the owner has to have a permit to use the water. Nutty. Not from the government's point of view: water is a public good and as such the state should have an overview over its spending. Yeah, clear as a fog. Why the hell the permit? If the state doesn't think your water well is justified or if it disrupts water levels or whatever, then you don't get the permit. This legislation came out on 10th August 2002 and all owners had 2 years of time to register. Only...
Noone bloody knew anything about it! I was told, because of this the last few days there was a certain craze among people with water wells. You see, the request for permit had to be stamped rather expensively and you had to enclose a copy of the map from the land-registry clearly showing the water well and all buildings drawing water from it. Mom told me the info on how to request the permit is somewhere on the internet and I should find it ASAP. It was there alright. Inconspiciuously at the end of a page at the environmental agency's web site. In the bloody M$ doc format. Luckilly I had no major problems opening it with AbiWord under Linux. Only the formatting was a bit off, but otherwise I could read it all. At least they could've published it in the RTF format. Or PDF, if they really want to be anal about it. HTML clearly isn't good enough. Naturally I also wondered if the permit would be issued automatically, considering the water well is a few decades old. There was a question like that in the FAQ. In doc format, again. The answer was gibberish. It's like a thirsty man would ask you for some water and you'd tell him something lengthy on the topic of ecosystems and give him a sponge. Sometimes I really wish I'd have an
awful lot of time to go around twisting government officials' logic and posting the shattered remains to the parliament. At least I'd feel good about it.
Electricity. Just on the day when I wanted to exercise my lips a bit, the cheap tariff times reappeared. Whatever, I won't bother for a change.
Work. At last I have a clear image of how that web portal should look like. At least initially. I also gained a gawdawful lot of knowledge about (X)HTML, CSS, DOM, JavaScript, and Python. Misplaced and with no commentaries. Now coding functions. On full throttle. Template parser in 20 lines of python code. Yay. Templates are the way to go.
Today I spent the whole day writing about Linux stuff for that beastie booklet thingie. But don't tell this to my boss.
Life as Usual
I've been monitoring electricity spending for a bit more than a month now because I think the bill is a bit huge. The July's electricity spending for the flat I live in with 2 flatmates: 141 kWh at peak (expensive) tariff times, and 227 kWh at off peak (cheap) tariff times. This amounts to about 5300 SIT (or roughly $26.5 USD), but then there's also the subscription item and I forgot what that is. The monthly electricity bill is usually about 9500 SIT (roughly $47.5 USD) and I'd be quite surprised if the difference amounts to this item. I'll have to look into it.
And then there's an odd anomaly. There have been no cheap tariff times since the last Sunday. Not even today. I wouldn't have spotted it if I weren't maintaining the daily electricity spending log. It must be in connection with the new regulations concerning these tariff times. New rules specify that the cheap tariff is every workday from 22:00 to 06:00 and the whole day on Saturdays, Sundays and holidays. The transitional period for electricity companies to implement these new billing rules extends from 1.7.2004 to 31.12.2004. I just hope that they won't have the expensive tariff all this time, as judging from the electricity meter's state it seems they want to. I'll have to ring them up and use some of my spicy language.
I cleaned up the flat yesterday. My room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. Again. Those two flatmates just can't be bothered with maintaining the flat in a clean state. But why bother: when I'm cleaning my room, it only takes me additionally about half an hour, an hour at most, to also clean the kitchen and the bathroom. On the end it's their problem, not my.
A friend and I went out to play billiards, 9-ball specifically. For 3 hours, yay! I excelled! Which is extraordinary. We wanted to play tennis originally, but then the rain messed up the plan.
At the moment I'm listening to Lenny Kravitz and trying to decide whether to see if there are any shops open to buy ingredients to make
prekmurska gibanica (
a good recipe in Slovene and German), a flaky pastry with poppy seed, walnut, apple, and cheese filling. I fancy it at the moment, but there's just no place that can make it as good as I can. I guess I'll have to "roll my own". ;) It's just that it takes me 2 hours, possibly longer, to prepare one. And then an hour and a quarter to bake it. And I have to finish writing some text for a booklet to be published by
Društvo mladinski ceh. It's that thing about using Linux for "ordinary" people. So I don't really have much time to kid around with a cake... :]
Clearing Up
It's interesting how people behave diferently when I wear a serious and defiant face, a face having "make my day" written all over it. Suddenly everyone is mindful of what they say and do in my presence.
And so the situation autoregulates, I guess. Bloody hell, I can't believe how easilly I was entrapped in a highly narrow field of view, with prejudices so heavy I could cause a terminal depression in small babies just by talking to them. I had an attitude that could probably be used as a counteragent to Prozac. I even enjoyed it in an odd sort of way. :>
Now I'm only tired. Again. Perhaps I'll have to be less responsive in the future. Verbally.
Vanity
All responses I get lead me to conclude I'm vain. Well fuck off. No more nice, if boring, language with teasing notes. Let the time of obscenities, vulgarity, and insults commence! I'm aggravated. Very much rightly so. Stupidity may be the main basis of my income, but now I've had it. Everyone seems to get their brains offline during the summer, not just customers. Go to hell. I'm not used to empty smalltalk. Why I'm so quiet? Errr... I've no idea what to say? I don't want to say anything! Yes, I've no idea what you're speaking about. Because it's boring! What do I do? I fuck with people's brains! What did you ever do to me? You were born! You don't deserve this? Right, you're an idiot! I'm a pompous prick? Hmmm.... I see I was wrong, you're not as dumb as you seem - that would be impossible!
That dialogue didn't really happen. It's a product of my deranged imagination under the severe pressure of ignorant airheads. And that's the language I'm going to use in the coming days. To blow off some steam. To provoke vanity in you. To show you how vain I really am! Let the nastiness begin! Bloody garrulous birdbrains.
