Somebody finally convinced me to at least try a 10 days trail and so far I am very impressed. Unfortunately the monthly pricing and the fact that I don’t go to a “kids school anymore and thus has to actually do some work, still keeps me from comitting fully to the game. I just do not want to end up with a conflict between feeling that I am wasting money and the need to finish my work.
So in the end I just have to enjoy the 10 days I have been given.
This begs the question: What the hell am I doing writing this? And frankly, I have no idea.
But never fear, that has been corrected now
I have used computers for a long time now. Granted, I wasn’t in it from the beginning, not even close, but I have been at it for quite a while.
And one thing that have still to experience, even in spite of many a cry of “we want this feature now”, is the proverbial “Make Is So” button. You know, the button you press when you don’t want to learn an entire new programming language just to make this small fancy feature that you thought could be neat. The button to make it all easy.
Or, to put it another way: my comment system will not be up just yet.
In other news I have completely failed to learn from my own mistakes. My excuse is that I had been back and forth in that snowstorm all day and I didn’t really feel the need to do it again, just to take some pictures. I should have, but…
So, without further ado, here comes another bunch of “The Day After” pictures. Todays theme: Snow.
I have to admit that I have always been facinated by the supernatural. If you look at my collection of films, books and games you will not find many that deals with a 100% realistic setting. I am sure this has something to do with me, at times, finding the world extreamly boring. There never seems to be any UFO’s crashing or, if there is, they never seem to have the decency to crash somewhere near me.
The boring part is that I don’t believe any of it is real. I want to, but I don’t.
Now it seems that there is hope, though. A bunch of small black boxes crunching out random ones and zeroes can apparently be affected by collective emotions and predict the future. Do you want to know more?
I don’t know what to believe, but I will remain open to suggestion.
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow.
So we finally got the winters first snow or, at least, the first snow that really counts. And while it is no worse that people still being able to move around, I would be willing to bet that it is enough to paralyze around 75% of public transportation.
I don’t know why, but it seems that they are equally surprised every year. “What? But we didn’t know that there would be actual snow. We know it is winter but…”
I also find that I prefer winter so much more that summer. I is certainly more beautiful, I find, but that is not really the reason. I guess it has something to do with being able to put on more clothes in the winter when you are cold (or take cover under the covers, so to speak) and not being able to remove more clothes when you get to hot in the summer.
Then the obvious solution is, as many people do, to go to the beach, but then staying cool becomes a full time activity and that I do not want.
The fun part is that some people just doesn’t get it. They usually go something like “but why? It is so much warmer in the summer.” And i can’t help but reply something in the lines of: “Yes. You seem to have nailed the problem right there. It is in fact much warmer in the summer. Bravo.”
Not that the danish summer is that warm. It is still warm enough to bug me immensely. And people wonder why I prefer not to travel south come summertime…
I have always prided myself with the fact that I am not easily bored. I don’t really mind going long stretches of time where nothing much is happening.
Or at least, I used to.
Waiting for a bus that isn’t coming for another hour sucks.
But on the bright side I did get to sketch a bit. Not something fancy, mind, but being that I have this weblog I thought i should show it anyway.
And this article can describe the details way better than I can. Basically women in Germany can now loose unemployment benifits if they refuse to work as prostitutes.
Granted, I don’t find anything morally amiss about being or seing a prostitute but virtually forcing someone to do it is just wrong.
I really feel like I should say something more about this I just can’t come up with anything appropriate.