A&Z finally got the poor lad laid. And it only took them 3.5 MB of filtered html. ;-) It feels as if an epoch has come to an end and nothing will ever be quite the same again. Oh well - we'll see what becomes of the fandom once everything cools off in a few weeks.

"Delivery estimate: July 1 - July 4" Wah.

1x02 was not bad. The guy who plays the dad is quite good. I don�t think it�s wise to hold plutonium in your bare hands. I don't like the evolution of Q. Yes, the techie gadget-developer is a geek, but he's supposed to at least be able to function in society. Birkoff was a good rendition. This SD6 ubernerd though... yick.

Watched Alias 1x01. Not bad.

I think I'll elaborate on good web site design patterns. Today's sites must be dynamic and use CSS and a database driven content management system. That way, when adding content (chapters or stories, or (gasp) authors) there is no need to create a directory tree and index html files and all that paraphernalia - one should be able to do all that automatically with a few mouse clicks and info pasted into form fields. The data would be automatically parsed to clean up the horrible Office generated formatting, linked to a single style sheet definition file and validated for cross-browser compatibility (something you don't get with Micro$oft tools). Then all entries would be fed to the database and stored there (possibly including even the large textual data itself, so it could be easily updated, searched, compressed, etc.). Cross-referenced indexes (by author, story, latest update, etc.) would be automatically generated, so as soon as the data was entered it would be updated everywhere (in neat formatting), making tiresome repetitive maintenance (prone to human-factor related bugs) obsolete. The system would also allow vital statistics be gathered (and displayed using flash-based graphics!) and email updated be sent, all without any human supervision. The administration's day to day task would be reduced by an order of magnitude. The data would be displayed based on templates and style sheet information. No changes would be necessary on the backend to alter: font, color, background, and layout of every page on site, instantaneously. All that is required for such a redesign is tweaking of a single CSS file, or, provided the content management system is "smart" enough - the same, but in WYSIWYG mode. If you've wondered - the file would also contain paths to the graphics, so that too is easily changed globally. Even better, using smart client side scripting and caching the monthly traffic could be reduced (by half) by re-rendering indexes on the client side and making the textual data much smaller by intelligently compacting the (x)html. The savings in traffic and labor could greatly surpass the costs generated by the overhead created by the extra features (web application API, keyword and parameter searches, statistics (popularity, updates, word count), per-user customizations (bookmarks, favorites, reading list, email notification...), rdf syndicating, etc.), though you have to take the increase in hosting cost into account. Speaking of costs - the one time starting investment could also be prohibitive - developing such a system will not be cheap, and it does require real enterprise level hosting solutions (web server, DB server..), so for a site that cannot be a dot-com - it's a real problem, especially because few of the management or regular users of a Harry Potter Fan Fiction devoted site would be able to do some of the technical work themselves... I sure wouldn't want to develop that on ASP and VBScript though! *Sigh* </nerd>

What's the matter with GT.net? Are the QoHG on administrative leave?

So AtE is a LOTR crossover. Figures.

Nicked it off Emily's weblog.

Top 30 List of "You Know You're a Harry Potter Fanatic When...."

1. You refer to other people as "Muggles."
2. You search your garden for gnomes.
3. You take your broom outside and say "UP!" until you get tired.
4. You go to King's Cross-station on Sept. 1 and watch for Hogwarts students.
5. You break both arms trying to get to platform 9 3/4.
6. You know more about Quidditch than any actual, real-life sport.
   I'm not into competitive activities in general, so that's pretty much accurate.
7. You talk about Harry Potter so much that your friends are either sick of hearing about it or they finally read they books and become Harry Potter fans as well.
   I can spectacularly geek out on both the IT/PC Enthusiast/CS and HP fronts. Some people can tolerate one mode, a couple can withstand both for very brief periods of time, but most are very scared from either.
8. You read the books out loud to yourself in a British accent.
   "Oh, come one, it's so fun!" - Exactly.
9. You spend 10 hours a day writing e-mails and such for Harry Potter message boards and RPGs.
   I used to, back on the HPC.
10. You go into withdrawal if you haven't visited something Harry Potter related in the past 1 hour.
    I can last 24 hours without any symptoms and am very proud at this accomplishment.
11. You go to a movie you don't really want to see just for the H.P. trailer.
    Can't afford it and don't particularly like the AOL-TW rendition anyway.
12. Every time your computer says, "You've got mail" you run outside, looking for owls.
13. Every little thing reminds you of something in Harry Potter.
    Or gives me outrageous plot bunnies. Yesss.
14. You can recite passages from the books by heart.
    "Can't everyone?" - Exactly
15. You frequently dare people: "Come on, quiz me, quiz me on HP!"
16. You KNOW the title of the seventh book.
17. You've been arrested (more than once) for breaking into Mrs. Rowlings' house and searching for the last paragraph of HP 7. (She says it would be a disaster if it were published. I wonder what it contains?)
18. You say a password before entering your house.
19. You say "Lumos" before you turn on the lights.
20. Whenever someone uses the phrase "you-know-who," you instinctively think "Voldemort."
    I catch myself doing that at times.
21. You have a cat named Crookshanks, a rat named Scabbers or Wormtail, a lizard named Norbert, and a dog named Fluffy, Snuffles, or Padfoot.
    I would have, have I had a pet.
22. You go to the zoo and try to speak to the boa constrictor.
23. You made Butterbeer and served it to your friends
24. You tried to make Pumpkin Juice.
25. You've taken a pencil, pointed it to the television remote, & shouted: "Accio Remote," becoming disapointed when it wouldn't come.
26. You seriously think about which Harry Potter character you could play in the movie, and memorize all their lines.
27. You're an American and you start using Britishn slang terms like "git," "bloody," "nutters," and "prat."
    Man oh man. When I'm not watching myself, I have the weirdest accent and vocabulary you can imagine. Worse.
28. Your first question to every new person you meet is, "Have you read the Harry Potter series?" If they have, you'd just made a new best friend & if not, your opinion of them falls drastically.
29. You've stayed up all night reading HP FanFics.
    I have skipped my entire senior year of high school reading fanfic.
30. You think the next 23 days are going to be the longest in your life!!

If I am so dull that no one seems to care it is fine - I know I'm not as eloquent or as funny as most people who keep online journals, but that also means this verbiage is in fact a waste of bandwidth, a thing I am rather zealous about.

I think one day when I am able to better deal with it, I will want to contemplate and discuss the interaction between philosophy and theism. Card confuses me, and truth be said - so does Tolkien. This stuff is too big, and yet - if i am not in peace with my feelings about it, the rest is by definition meaningless. And I can't exactly settle on "42" either. *frustrated noises*

I wonder if the ring was Mellie's idea.

The Matrix Reloaded non-review

What's up with the MTV-esque raving niggers/steamy lovemaking clip?

I didn't get the philosophy crap; have to see it again to make up my mind about it.

Arse kixing was satisfactory.

In conclusion: Not the same "wow" feeling I had after seeing the first movie.

Edit, almost four years later: as far as I'm concerned, there was only one Matrix movie, and it didn't have any sequels.

I have discovered that with code, just as with prose, you absolutely need editors and rewrites, because although computer languages grammar parsers are far superior to human language "grammar checkers" (because, after all, computer languages have much simpler and stricter grammars), they are still utterly incapable of following the logic behind what you write.

Lessons learned:

• Planning your design ahead of implementation is crucial.
• Your first attempt will most likely fail, but unless you try really hard in it too, so will your second one.
• As complete as possible testing of the lower levels is a requirement for building higher levels.
• Writing down your test cases and going over them with a partner is always a Good Idea.
• While reading the requirements, take notes.
• Never trust anything with "Micro$oft" in its name to keep your code safe.
• Nothing makes sense on your 30-something hour of the day, a.k.a. "I am not as young as I used to be".
• "Online reference" is searched with Google, because otherwise it sux.
• Computer screen resolution and refresh rate is much more important than what you had for breakfast (or whether you had anything at all, for that matter).

Will try to go see The Matrix Reloaded as soon as I can to compensate slightly for the sheer exhaustion (and slight terror) of this passed week.

to Team Manager, Instructor Nir, Corporal

Step Five begins tomorrow. We shall ascend it with dignity.

Oracle Procedure Builder (v8.x) sucks hairy donkey balls. A geek with my level of social graces should be termed "nerd", which is very, very sad. Lack of sleep is a wicked thing that catches unawares you when you least expect it (superflous?), sort of like the Spanish Inquisition.

Good people are a treasure.

Ah.

The fireworks are better this year.

Some people don't take the time to check all the facts before deciding. Like, whether the tagged youngling is a cadet holding a disabled gun for purposes of guarding an electric candle (on Memorial Day) or a soldier, with a general issue Uzi, who is about to replace such cadet. Happy Birthday, Israel!

"She was small, sitting on a stool, leaning against a holographic wall. She was not beautiful. Not ugly, either. Her face had character. Her eyes were haunting, innocent, sad. Her mouth delicate, about to smile, about to weep. Her clothing seemed veil-like, insubstantial, and yet instead of being provocative, it revealed a sort of innocence, a girlish, small-breasted body, the hands clasped lightly in her lap, her legs childishly parted with the toes pointing inward. She could have been sitting on a teeter-totter in a playground. Or on the edge of her lover's bed." Orson Scott Card - Ender's Saga 2 - Speaker For The Dead Fanart?

British Muslims, huh. Curious. Mike's Place was a favorite location for many of my course-mates (those from the Tel-Aviv lodgings). They say it was pretty nice.

Mom didn't like the "psycho babble" in Mirror Dance. Said the author should stick to "girly sci-fi". I'm shocked and dismayed. Who cares? Me.STFU()

It's named "reader - beware" (or something like that) but it's outrageously funny, so go ahead and read it. CC & Co. - Caveat Lector I don't pretend to understand all the references (I don't read badfic T/G. Actually, I don't read T/G, full-stop), and I didn't get the chicken thing at all, but it's all good.

Yes, I have stopped following the DT ever since it came out of the closet. Nothing against gay people, heck, I like all those gay minor characters now exceedingly popular in fics all over the fandom (Lori's fault, maybe?), but I don't get H/D and I think I never will. If I have to read something of a ship I don't support canon-wise, let it be D/G, the sunset and the pink-haired offsprings (it does make for good smut). BUT, I still like Cassie for who she is as a character/person, regardless of the alleged lesbo shag-pad basement (aka Bad Place Central), the frequent drinking and/or silliness and other questionable behavior, because after all, we're all here to have fun and it's not her fault if some are just too uptight about it. http://www.livejournal.com/users/epicyclical/127913.html#cutid2

Lack of drive/motivation. Melancholy. Adams said the letter following "y" should be "not", but I am wired to prefer to zzzz... Low energy levels or extreme, perhaps fatal, laziness, counter-intelligent procrastination? A malady or inherited default? Search for an excuse, target of blame. At what level is introversion considered unhealthy? Do I sound like Marvin? The answer would be: get a life. What a catch-22. Almost funny. This post could have been very bad poetry. Thank me for sparing you at least that.

The more things I get to find out, the more I come to believe in Ecclesiastes 1:9. The reference's age serves to further support it.

I CAN'T BELIEVE NO ONE HAS EVER TOLD ME TO READ THIS BOOK!!! DID YOU ALL THINK I WAS BORN WITH A READING LIST??? SOME FRIENDS I'VE GOT!!! ENDER WIGGIN 0WNZ HARRY POTTER!!!

Mom didn't like Falling Free. When she cools off I'll try to extract her reasoning for it, if she has any. What are your thoughts?

Thank God, I'm home.

We're not being fucked over, it's male love. Huh. Chances are good that I'll be guarding the base during Passover. Fun.

State of alert has ended. We celebrated with BBQ. Tomorrow is a long day.

New matra: Escapism is bad for you, my preciousss.

Know that I will not hesitate for even an instant to use the blog's edit function to cover my ignorance, but what the devil is "RfA"?

The Uzi is not as cool as seen in movies. A small, heavy bugger. How is everyone?

AtE#35! The super-formatted version is 524KB in RAR3. Wah. It is available for reviewing the format and navigation, BTW.

I don't think I've ever seen a human being who needed to get laid worse than you do now.

Evil, but funny. Naturally, it couldn't have gone without a flame war, but alas, that's the way fandoms work. Now, where's Firelocks' retribution?

A military field court-martial has dubious reputation. Trust me - it's not half as bad. Well, it might depend on the officer... After this year's hardest rains last week (I was soaked to the bones and considered myself lucky I had time to get inside once it started to hail), we have 87°F. The weather has gone mad. Part B begins next week, which is v. good because it means the end of the hated structural Hebrew. You cannot begin to understand how awful it is to try and program in a right-to-left written language.

Bloody Idiot.

Seems like I'm needed at base. Trying to find out how urgent that is (meaning, can it wait till morning). Noncoms, huh?

Super!Harry, on the H/G continent, has evolved under the influence of the "bigger is better" misconception into a monstrosity. Some characters are big enough (not the best word here, I suspect) to nonchalantly pull off remaining an identifiable-with human while running around with a command headset, the Order of Merit and the Auditor's chain. Others would either be crushed by the weight or become non human, an unsuitable character for the main hero's role. By increasing the hero's firepower and inventing a new boss-creature for the grand finale, one does not create a novel but rather a video game, and even a video game is quickly ruined by cheat codes. The challenges the hero faces are supposed to be about life - inner struggles, not the props meant to attract the younger audience's attention. It feels as if less experienced authors (I mean as people, not as writers) don't see far beyond the toys. A book is about people and not their things, people with their faults and weaknesses and not Gods. Even RPG is supposed to teach you about life, not about building castles in the clouds. And if that is the lesson the author is trying to learn, why inflict it on other people? The internet is indeed a mixed blessing. P.S. There is a rabid plot bunny that should demonstrate my point, but I'm very afraid of setting it loose.

See if this works: http://fox302.com/userdata/wolf550e/files/Me/horrible.jpg

Sinead O'Connor - 2002 - Sean-Nos Nua - 07 - Paddy's Lament Cranberries - 1994 - No Need To Argue - 04 - Zombie

Till this "war" thing is over, I'll be going home @ 18:00 everyday. I don't even know if that's a good thing. Lugging a gas mask around all the time sure is a pain in the butt.

On the SciFi theme - downloaded some TV rips of B5. I have almost forgotten how good that show was. What is the point of Star Trek anyways? Joseph Michael Straczynski or bust.

In the spirit of "better late than never": Good job Carole (Estes)!

Archer/T'Pol, yeah baby! By mid season II they're quite obvious about it too. I can see a pointy-eared Archer Jr. :-)

Just got word that one of the kids who were killed in the latest bombing in Haifa was in my cousin's class in school. Gotta talk to him.

Our course's staff encourages the students to employ their talents for the group's benefit. I and a few others have decided to oblige by analyzing, designing, developing, testing, deploying and maintaining a "web page" for our intranet. Not that we have a minute to spare, but hey - "in the army, volunteering is a privilege" (well, that and our constant complains about boredom, force us to at least try and do something helpful). We found out that, as always, there's a catch: It has to be completely in Hebrew, and it's classified. So I have to research eight-bit bidirectional text encoding and I can't share my groovy scripts. Oh, and if you were wondering - I'm in charge of client-side scripting and standardization, not the artwork.

What is it that they say about men who like petite women and large dogs? Har har har.

A busfull of kids. Bastard. A weekend on leave, because of an important test on Sunday+Monday. Yay. No other news yet.

Well, I was in Null Pointer Assignment mode for a while during the test and didn't have enough unwasted time to finish it properly, so my grade will suffer. I hope for an 80. How sad. There is a big fucking test on Sunday. I must do well if I wish to save my average.

Something's rotten in the kingdom of the computer that does our grades. An entire course fucked over. We will complain. No answer yet as to what is going on with our status (soldiers in pre-military courses cannot be. So you have to be taken out of service for six months. But that means no paycheck which means starvation for the folks without parents, so it's out of the question. Bureaucracy SUX). The stuffed our entire senior year of high school comp.sci. into a week. Good for them. Vary bad for people who have a test on it tomorrow and day after tomorrow (an 18 hour long test).

Got 91% average score, including extremely stupid stuff. Real coding grades are > 95%. Personally still ok. Must sleep. Week was intensive, especially for people who actually had to learn this stuff. Next week will get more than 10% of the people out of the course (statistics based on previous classes). I *HATE* coding in Hebrew.

Weekly diary entry: all is well. Still not the smartest.

Hosting is dead, have no time to look for new one. Will switch to dumb template. If someone misses the old one - "tough, deal" (© IDF. By "deal" I mean get me a hosting service that supports remote images (I use it for remote .js files)) Classes are peeking up speed and will soon take 120% of my time, which is cool, but also sucks. I rediscovered why I hate VB and human-tongue algorithms. Semitic languages were NOT meant to be used for programming, and no amount of Sumeric legends will convince me in the opposite. The positive news is that people are proving to be as good as I expected. Moreover, I'm still the nerd. Makes me wonder where I have to get to find more people like me, and then consider the possibility that I am truly unique or at least my type is very rare. And then I have to wonder if I should try to fit in. There are 10₂ kinds of nerds in this world: those who grow up to be geeks and those who don't. I sometimes wonder which kind am I. Ramblin' Rover by Andy M. Stewart CHORUS: Oh, there're sober men in plenty, And drunkards barely twenty, There are men of over ninety That have never yet kissed a girl. But gie me a ramblin' rover, And fae Orkney down to Dover. We will roam the country over And together we'll face the world. CHORUS There's many that feign enjoyment From merciless employment, Their ambition was this deployment From the minute they left the school. And they save and scrape and ponder While the rest go out and squander, See the world and rove and wander And are happier as a rule. CHORUS I've roamed through all the nations Ta'en delight in all creation, And I've tried a wee sensation Where the company, did prove kind. And when partin' was no pleasure, I've drunk another measure To the good friends that were treasure For they always are in our minds. CHORUS If you're bent wi' arth-i-ritis, Your bowels have got colitis, You've gallopin' with bollockitis And you're thinkin' it's time you died, If you been a man of action, Though you're lying there in traction, You will get some satisfaction Thinkin', "Jesus, at least I tried." CHORUS There are 10 kinds of people in this world: those who understand binary and those who don't. Also, there are those who can live according to that song and those who can't. Do I contain something important for the human genome?

Coders In Arms Part Deux. LOL.

Never format and install OS' when braindead. Naturally, I've accidentally deleted the only copy of the bleeding edge version of the DHTML work (blog V.2). The backup is weeks old and completely useless. Oh well, I don't have time to deal with it and I'll definetily want to rewrite the whole thing after the course because of all the neat stuff I'll learn. Everything is for the best. $^%&%$#%*&^^#&*%#^$^@#%$&%^(*&(^^$^%&^*%#%#$^&%&&^!!!!!!

Must reinstall windows, have no time. Will now make time.

We had gym class today. In civilian clothes. Made me reevaluate my opinion on the uniform and the reason there are girls in the course - let them be, I'll even do their homework. All they have to do is shut up and keep doing those warm ups and stretches. >;-)

First day of school. Boring. Some folks are either dumb or uniquely good at acting it. Discipline needs work. I believe it will get better. If only because we know 25% of the class do not reach the finish line. The two-three smart girls I've spotted only prove the point about the regular girls - they shouldn't be there. So I'm a chauvinist pig, so shoot me. Ha - you can't, you're civilians. ;)

Saw all the people. Opinions wary. Some seem very nice, some very interesting, a few will definitely go far. Others have not made this impression yet. In any case - much better than techs. Coders 0wn. Schoolkids (people who got to this course the usual way, before enlisting, unlike me) are very funny, not knowing how to wear the uniform or salute to officers and stuff. They'll learn. Supposedly the six months will count as part of the 36 I owe the army, meaning I get more paid months of service (or an earlier discharge), but we're not sure because it's unlikely the army won't find a way to screw us over. I don't mind, much. Got divided into our permanent groups (companies, platoons - classes). I'm Red. Red are rumored to be better. Unit Pride! :-)

RIP Ilan Ramon, and the other six astronauts whose names I don't know by heart but are not less important. Let's wait and see if they say it's pilot error. I can just see the conspiracy theorists' heads spin.

The right to vote wrong. I love Democracy.

LMAO. My mom's office (civil engineering, telecommunications) is transferring to ISO9002 compliance. Leslie, I guess you understand. For everyone else: imagine Percy as head of the QA department in WWW. It's a dawn of a new age in the roughneck infrastructure industry. What a joke.

I'm on leave till Sunday, elections are tomorrow, I must meet some people or else I'll never have the chance.

Practicing some perl for the heck of it. I hope to de-rust my l33t c0din9 5|<1llz LOL.

Forgot to blog about my cousin whom I've met, however briefly, on Wednesday. He went to some tests while I went to the previous session/year's graduation ceremony (which R0X'd BTW. Ever seen a hundred programmers march in complex formations, salute and shout, accompanied by a live military band? Didn't think so.) to help setting it up and cleaning after they were done (cheap labor). He had to be there at 7am and he lives more than two hours away, so he spent the night at my place. Anyway, dude is so clueless it's sad. He is half a year and a day younger than me and therefore leaves high school this year. He doesn't want to go to college although he easily can and he has no idea about what's going on in the army and what kind of position he can get. Or at least what kind of assignment he wants to get. He can get so screwed over, it's not even funny. 96.125% on the SATs and I'm telling you - unless he gets his act together, he'll be driving trucks for three years. For next to nothing, let me remind you. Clueless underage stubborn idiots. I sound frighteningly like my dear mother. :Q

I'm probably missing my once-in-a-lifetime opportunity now, but I still can't believe it's actually happening. There I sat in a bus and enters Girl: thick long dark red hair, all the right shape, right size, freckles on cute face, non-baggy sweater, school bag on shoulder. Sits down in front of me, takes the sweater off (interesting lyrics on shirt), puts it into bag, takes out a copy of the Silmarillion (in Hebrew unfortunately) and starts reading without obvious signs of utter boredom.

She's sitting straight with her back on the back of the chair and her legs on either side of the schoolbag. The effect is tantalizing. I'm staring. She is either deep inside Tolkien's world or makes a point of not noticing. I'm chickening out, pulling my notepad and writing this.

It took a bump on the road to divert my attention from her to the window and see it's my stop. I swear I would have missed it otherwise. I kept on looking at her while the bus passed me. It was probably pretty pathetic, but my resolution is to at least start talking to her next time I see her (which is very convenient because it's probably never).

*Some time later*

Been told I'm guarding the base on Thur-Fri-Sat. we'll see how nice it is. Maybe will have some time to listen to music and read. And talk to people. I still don't remember most of the names.

Most unpleasant was to see the most annoying person from BT in out group. I sure hope we won't be in the same class. Actually, I'm going to talk to our temp. commander about making sure I don't.

Edit, four years later. The annoying guy just disappeared. Don't know what happened to him, but I haven't seen him since. Nor the girl from the bus, unfortunately.

Armed again. Volunteered to be on guard duty. So I have a gun and I don't do anything. Nice.

Note to self: don't lose touch with the nice people you get to meet - they're well worth the time spent on the occasional phone call.

I'm wet for the fifth time today and yet I'm happy. I was transferred to the base and got the shoulder insignia thingies. I'm in the course (until I'm thrown out ;-) ) and I have free time till it starts (about two weeks). I'll be home every day (I asked to be in the lodgings everyone else is getting but they said I live too close) which means I can't copy homework but also that I'll have internet access. Statistically, that lowers my chances at successfully getting through, but I guess I'll just have to work harder. It also sucks from the socializing point (there are girls in the course. Non-stupid and non-ugly ones!), but then again - we have twelve hours a day, five days a week (dunno about Fridays) for six months, to be together. Thank god the people seem nice.

Can't believe I'm blogging now. Anyway, I think I'm in. I was sent home to fetch some papers and we'll see what happens next. The weirdest thing happened on the way back: I was crossing a street and a cop approaches; I'm already considering whether he can or can't file a complaint for jaywalking when he says: "hi Ze'ev, wassup?"... I tripped (or, more precisely, slipped) and he caught me by the collar before my arse got into the puddle, I looked up at his face and of course, it's a guy from my tent in basic training. He wanted to be a "blue" cop, got it and he's already on the job. Awesome for him.

Still home. Apparently they are in a serious shortage of coders, because they send everyone who's not completely dumb to do the tests. Well, the short version at least. What I got was two hours long, not the full seven hours usually associated with the course. No answer yet, but I'm coming back there tomorrow, so we'll see. The word is that those who fail it get the operator/tech course, which, at this point, suits me fine. Met some people from my school who are already there. If I fail and they pass, it would be truly sad.

Talked to a guy I know through my mother's connections that has been through that thing I'm going to try and get into on Sunday. He says the tests are easy, the course is hard, the job is boring, the people vary and the paychecks when you're done are fat. But he said it's extra three years, not two like I thought. Ouch. Then again - I'll definitely have time to get a degree from openu and maybe even take a break for a masters, if and when I decide I want one. So I still want to go. Now, I hope my brain has not completely deteriorated.

I'm home!!! Going to some computer job tests on Sunday. I think I have a fair chance of getting in, but I try not to get my hopes too high. Must practice coding, since brain-wrinkles are all flat right now (Kudos Penny&Carole for the expression).

Can't believe basic training is O-V-E-R! Hurray! What a disgrace it was. Dima, I shall forever remember you every time I look at my right hand. Big day tomorrow, must go sleep.

sleepy rambling

Stumbled across my work on V.2 of this site. The API needs work, the JavaScript implementation is unreadable and the documentation either does not exist or is written in poor English. And I don't even have an excuse for that. What the hell was I thinking? I need to be home every day lest my mind will rot. This template needs an upgrade. Saying the two are connected is an understatement.

So tired, not packed yet.
Did not take photo with gun, won't be able to later.
Will probably be fucked over at the Sorting.
No brains or courage, nor ambition. No patience either.
Doing nothing and hoping for the best is not a strategy.
Lost opportunities seldom return.
Carpe diem.
Free verse rulez.

Snow Crash of Sea Wolf? Your vote. LL&P.

Dude, relax! You finish basic training on Tuesday! :)

Fandom - Marta, ArtDungeon

Thanks RJA! Wow!

Edit: ArtDungeon is her site. She's an awesome artist.

Soldier discounts work only for combatants on weekends, so it was full price for me. TTT was worth ten times the ticket, though. I don't even mind the changes that much. And can you believe I had HP&tORoP flashes during several scenes? "It's your Sam" - bless their slashy sox. The comic relief was spot on. And the half an hour long battle scene was good. And of course split-personality Gollum. Everything, basically. Now I still need to pack my stuff and I must wake up in three and a half hours. Fuck.

And to prove the military hurts you psychologically too - I listened to and liked this. Sad.

Bootcamp

Back here. This place still doesn't feel like home. Probably never will. But it's mine (kind of), I can use the bathroom whenever I want for as long as I want, and my room is not shared with 21 other smelly armed teenagers in various stages of depression and social-Darwinistic manipulations.

The weather is completely horrible and makes any kind of positive look on things almost impossible. The base is located in a place that somehow forces extreme conditions: if it's "nice and warm" then it will be scorching hot, if there's a "light breeze" there will be chilling winds, if it's "partially clouded" we wont see the sun all day and if "some rain" is promised in various places of the country we will be drenched to the bones in our leaky tents, sleeping on wet beds in wet uniform without any dry clothes available anywhere in the vicinity. It was the freaking monsoon season for us.

I think I have finally learned to aim and scored max hits in the last test. Too bad there's only one left. But then again, on the 14th I get rid of the three-kilo and seven-years-in-jail Weapon Of A Thousand Apologies (already used about a hundred in public transport this Friday). I'm not even allowed to take it apart without supervision of my superiors. And I need to oil the POS. Screw it - I'm oiling it today, I don't need it to jam on the firing range.

Remember that radio they used to call napalm air strikes with, back in 'nam? Well, it's heavy. I'm not exactly in top shape, but I can tell you this: you can either charge, or carry the thing, but definitely not both. Very glad it was my responsibility for only a few days.

Granted, some things, like the weather, the army can't control, but for others it is solely responsible. For example, budgets and the level of competence of our commanders. And drafting people who I would never, ever, in a zillion years entrust with a pocket knife, much less an automatic weapon (yeah, it's illegal to switch it into fully automatic mode so you're only allowed to use it as a semi automatic. Doesn't help me to sleep at night.).

Thank god for our platoon commander, the cutest nineteen-year-old I've seen. Half of my squad want to marry her. She's competent enough for four and she tyrannizes our commanders mercilessly. At times she seems like the only good thing on that stinking base. If Gaza is the Gates of Hell (and according to the people who served there it is), I might be in love. Alas, it was never meant to be. Oh, the angst. ;-)

Some of the kids are halfway decent, but most are future truck drivers and in our obligatory "drugs are bad, mmmkay?" talk admitted to having first hand experience. Many a fun moment I had listening to them describing in vivid colors their latest dream about the blonde¹ commander from another platoon or how they would like to drop-kick the company commander (who is a bastard of a lieutenant that thinks him being able to court marshal us for being untidy or late makes him God. I'm sure the blonde commander sleeping with one of our commanders and not him makes it worse. No pity from here - May you be involved in a weapons accident, you fat pig. :-) ).

Well, it's only one week and a couple of days left, and I think I'll manage. You can eat the food when you're hungry enough and I just have to remember to bring lots of sweets to share with everyone so they remember to re-label be a "nice guy" every day.
Now I know who I can have a semi-intelligent conversation with and who can't see a difference between me and the Ukrainian drunk with his acid raves pounding in headphones ten feet away louder than some of my music through speakers because our first language is the same. It also happens that the people who are stupid and biased are hardly worthy conversationalists unless you want to discuss the finer points of faking an illness to get out of work. Not a big loss by any rate.

I guess you wouldn't be surprised how much some people's attitude changed when they found out I can fix their computers, but you could think that in a predominantly ethnically homogeneous country established to protect a people from racism there would be no internal racial squabbles. How wrong would you be.
Russians, Romanians, Poles, Checks, Argentineans, Moroccans, Iraqis, Ethiopians. Color, facial features, head and body hair, customs, foods, language. Combined with the usual disagreements between people who had to work at McDonald's to buy the cheapest Discman-clone and the people who's daddy bought them a brand new mid-high range car the day they got a driver's license and you can get a pretty tense atmosphere. Especially when everyone's trying to establish he's tough and should not be messed with. And when there isn't enough privacy to get off for two weeks (popular topic of conversation around the dinner table, btw).
I can't wait to get out and be in a more segregated-by-motivation-to-not-be-an-asshole environment. And idea I couldn't really express there and not be considered an elitist (a lost cause by now, I think).

My school principal also believed in integration. The idea is that putting all the nice guys together might produce a very productive group of nice guys, but all the not nice guys will be lost to society, so the two groups should be mixed and then at least some of the not nice will be inspired to move upwards rather than downwards and will get a decent job rather than get into drugs. This forces the nicer people to carry the extra weight of the no-work force until they're allowed to ditch the leg shackles and run straight into exclusive groups. Which turn into a joke like mensa, but that's another problem.
The problem I see in this is that although some pebbles might be polished, the diamonds are definitely dimmed², and it's a heavy loss. I saw it in school, I see it openly practiced in IDF policy and I see it in western society in general. I don't like it. This criticism does not mean I have a solution to propose, so consider it a rant. Probably an immature one at that.

I'm going to try and use the soldier discount in the movie theater this evening, because I need my TTT fix.

Thank you Lou for your letter. I might even be able to answer it.
Everybody — I am VERY sorry, but I have no time for anything. Please, email me, stay in touch. Tell me about your lives, what's going on in the scene, etc.

1 - keep in mind blondes are rare and sought after in these parts, at least by the oriental population, though the Ashkenazi are also at fault. What's with the Aryan complex? There are fine girls available with dominantly Semitic features.
2 - quote by Robert G. Ingersoll

Basic Training is ok so far. Will stay only one weekend on base (the next one). Still don't know about assignment. Conditions and the weather suck very badly. The people are halfway decent. Met a new immigrant from New York, of all places. Weird guy. Am tired from lack of sleep. The military is very demoralizing. Had a very difficult conversation just now with one of my best friends. It involved some math that led to some difficult conclusions. Having a fit. Can't imagine how it is to be him. Having very bad thoughts. Friend was of course correct - the tragedy is that suicide is not an option. Real Life basically sux. Responsibility of being a grown up is a heavy weight, especially in these uneasy times. I sound like a broken record clay piece from 2000 BC. The time of fooling around is over.

Anyway, I just typed up a few pages and then decided I really shouldn't post it as it's not very patriotic. I'm ok, see you in two weeks, I think.

Well, I think this is the last post, for a while at least. I'll try to check mail every time I can get online and we'll see when I get settling into any kind of routine, but for now - bye folks, it's been nice.

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LOL.

Read the reviews. I'm cracking up!

Oh man. If I wasn't thinking about sixteen young men locked up in a tent for two weeks, I'd be ROFLMAO just about now.

Please tell me the address Leaky is registered at is not Mellie's home address.

And I thought the idea was original. Oh well, I don't even want a bloody LJ! ;)

Dude really has to work on his language and typing. I mean, really. But, he's just about right. Except the bits where he just whines about not getting laid. Not in a position to critique him there, though. And yes, being an Intellectual Whore sucks ["...because she doesn't and it's not gonna suck itself", I would have said if I were writing in the style of that site].

With all due respect to my all-time favorite OFC and her author, editor(s), fans etc., this worries me more. Seems like Cassie is going to kill Ginny. And then maybe Hermione. And the last chapter will be 250K of H/D smut. Thank God I'm leaving the fandom before that happens.

Read the entire thing.

I once read some complaints that there wasn't enough femmeslash in the fandom. So today I was bored and ran a google search. Hah. Padma/Parvati twincest, anyone?

Today I have learned something very important. I have learned it a few years too late, but as the saying goes: better late than never. Nobody cares.

Elizabeth. She somehow made the same mistake. Yes, that mistake. I don't know if I should laugh or cry. And I know it is her greatest fear. I'm marking this day as the day I officially stop talking with my family about stuff. They are so receiving their wedding invitations by mail. Poor dad, if she shares her intelligent ideas with him. Definitely laughing now. I needed that.

The fandom sometimes amazes me. You know Ali_Wildgoose, webmistress of Diagon Alley, the ultra-exclusive fanfic archive for slightly older (and weirder) folk? She's part of The Inner Circle (bitching about it is passé, but hey ;) ), and she draws these funny DV comic strips and shares a basement (aka Headquarters of The Bad Place, depicted here. I guess Lori's leaky Columbus apartment shouldn't be called "BPHQ" because it never hosted meetings) with Cassandra Claire, where these Evil Breeder Women do horrible things to innocent British boys? Well, she's a SugarQuill Professor now.

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