Journals
Just got pulled over for the first time ever at a police checkpoint. Yay!
Lots of people see them from a mile away and make a turn as soon as they can. Fools. I just laughed and pulled over. I don't have a problem with it, all my documentation is up to date and I have nothing to hide.
Lots of people see them from a mile away and make a turn as soon as they can. Fools. I just laughed and pulled over. I don't have a problem with it, all my documentation is up to date and I have nothing to hide.
Happy new year TWHL! Another year has gone, and a new one has come. Again.
I wanted to say something deep but I'm sort of uninspired right now.
I wanted to say something deep but I'm sort of uninspired right now.
A guy I often work with has a daughter. She just turned 15 and they threw a party. I was invited - to work for free. Along with 2 other photographers. Yes, this guy is a cheapskate.
She isn't very interesting. Her friends, on the other hand, actually were. You'd think they were 18 or something. 2 of them were drop dead gorgeous. But I boast a charisma stat of about 1, so I couldn't think of anything to say and went by completely unnoticed. I guess that'd make me a master of stealth.
It wasn't my camera we were using so I don't even have photos to post.
I then dreamed of overhearing the name of one of them was Julia, but that's about all that happened. Overhearing. You just know you'll die alone when even in dreams you don't try to get the chicks.
It's like passing by a Mercedes agency, knowing you can't afford one, and then dreaming you're told the price while still not being able to afford it. It's funny in a screwed up way.
Oh well. She was too young anyway.
Edit: Why am I even posting this? It'll make me come across as some sort of pedophile. Damn. In my defense, they weren't 10. They looked more like 19. I lost interest in 15 year olds by the time I was 17.
Edit 2: As a photographer I work with 15 year olds all the time but they never really grabbed my attention for the aforementioned reason. This one was just a looker. I'd prefer: a 19-20 year old with those looks.
She isn't very interesting. Her friends, on the other hand, actually were. You'd think they were 18 or something. 2 of them were drop dead gorgeous. But I boast a charisma stat of about 1, so I couldn't think of anything to say and went by completely unnoticed. I guess that'd make me a master of stealth.
It wasn't my camera we were using so I don't even have photos to post.
I then dreamed of overhearing the name of one of them was Julia, but that's about all that happened. Overhearing. You just know you'll die alone when even in dreams you don't try to get the chicks.
It's like passing by a Mercedes agency, knowing you can't afford one, and then dreaming you're told the price while still not being able to afford it. It's funny in a screwed up way.
Oh well. She was too young anyway.
Edit: Why am I even posting this? It'll make me come across as some sort of pedophile. Damn. In my defense, they weren't 10. They looked more like 19. I lost interest in 15 year olds by the time I was 17.
Edit 2: As a photographer I work with 15 year olds all the time but they never really grabbed my attention for the aforementioned reason. This one was just a looker. I'd prefer: a 19-20 year old with those looks.
HOLIDAYS! 
Actually, not quite. Got a final in a few weeks but it's easy so I'm not concerned.
Also, 4000th login.
Actually, not quite. Got a final in a few weeks but it's easy so I'm not concerned.
Also, 4000th login.
I had this dream last night. I was a NAZI soldier sent undercover to Holland. I can't remember what for, though. I walked across the border and I lived with a local merchant, somehow fighting crime but also pretending to be a defenseless nobody, until somehow I found out a plan to frame me for something I didn't do. I had to clean my name somehow, so I walked to the next village and entered a tailor's shop to have a new suit made. While I was there, a woman burst in asking, in German, about the lead tailor. I most naturally nodded my head in his direction, and then I sat next to the tailor assistant's desk. Without looking away from her work, she talked to me:
(in German) I didn't know you could speak German.
(in German) Yes... uh... a bit.
(in Dutch) That's great, it might come in handy.
(in Dutch) Indeed it might! But I'm not fluent enough.
(in Spanish) What about Spanish, can you speak Spanish too?
(in Spanish) Sure I can! It's easy!
(in Spanish) That's awesome!
After my new suit was finished I was captured by some CIA or German equivalent, I guess thugs in Blues Brothers-like attires, that were bent on convincing me to turn myself in and accept the charges for the crime I was being framed for. I was then presented with a gorgeous looking lady who had been paid to pretend she was a prostitute that witnessed my (still unknown to me) illegal actions. She then whispered in my ear that I seemed to be a nice guy and she actually wanted to get laid when this was over. (at this point I should have guessed it was a dream, but no)
I was taken to a building that looked just like the American Congress, which was closed for the day but the thugs had the key to it. I was taken to a room that looked like a kindergarten but "mixed" in between the children were a handful of men in their 50s, in suits, cutting and pasting random scraps of paper. As I got closer to them, it became apparent that their job was to decode steganographed high-security messages hidden in the advertisements posted to the local papers. The lady pushed me to the side and told me (in English) she had just learned I was being framed once again. As she was telling me this, I noticed one of the men was holding something up in the air, very still. I realised he was filming me to frame me yet again for something, so I looked straight into the video device with an evil grin. He immediately noticed and pointed it away, so we took the evidence and walked away unnoticed. Now I could return to "my" village (where the army or police or some generic law enforcement group was expecting me) to clean my name once and for all.
I woke up before I found out whether they believed me or not. And before I got the chick.
(in German) I didn't know you could speak German.
(in German) Yes... uh... a bit.
(in Dutch) That's great, it might come in handy.
(in Dutch) Indeed it might! But I'm not fluent enough.
(in Spanish) What about Spanish, can you speak Spanish too?
(in Spanish) Sure I can! It's easy!
(in Spanish) That's awesome!
After my new suit was finished I was captured by some CIA or German equivalent, I guess thugs in Blues Brothers-like attires, that were bent on convincing me to turn myself in and accept the charges for the crime I was being framed for. I was then presented with a gorgeous looking lady who had been paid to pretend she was a prostitute that witnessed my (still unknown to me) illegal actions. She then whispered in my ear that I seemed to be a nice guy and she actually wanted to get laid when this was over. (at this point I should have guessed it was a dream, but no)
I was taken to a building that looked just like the American Congress, which was closed for the day but the thugs had the key to it. I was taken to a room that looked like a kindergarten but "mixed" in between the children were a handful of men in their 50s, in suits, cutting and pasting random scraps of paper. As I got closer to them, it became apparent that their job was to decode steganographed high-security messages hidden in the advertisements posted to the local papers. The lady pushed me to the side and told me (in English) she had just learned I was being framed once again. As she was telling me this, I noticed one of the men was holding something up in the air, very still. I realised he was filming me to frame me yet again for something, so I looked straight into the video device with an evil grin. He immediately noticed and pointed it away, so we took the evidence and walked away unnoticed. Now I could return to "my" village (where the army or police or some generic law enforcement group was expecting me) to clean my name once and for all.
I woke up before I found out whether they believed me or not. And before I got the chick.
So there's this friend whom I haven't seen in over two years. She lives far enough away that we don't casually come across each other in everyday routine. I'm suddenly presented with the opportunity of actually going across most of that distance, so I'm definitely visiting. I know she'll be thrilled. Also there's a chance I'll have to stay for a few days. However... I have two ways to do so, and I'm finding it difficult to decide what to do. I can:
a) Tell her I'm coming. She'll love it and we'll both rejoice over the thought of meeting once again after such a long time. Plus there's the minuscule chance that she'll decide to take the day (or days) off at work.
b) Not tell her I'm coming, making it a surprise and maximizing the effect. I can plot with her friend to make sure she doesn't make other plans. It's the least thing she expects to ever happen and she'll crap her panties when she sees me there. BUT, I'd have to sit around idling for most of the day (or days) while she's at the office. Potentially boring myself to death.
What would you guys do? Also, those with girlfriends/wives, please ask them what they think and what they'd like if you can. Women see the world differently
I'd appreciate any comments and advice
a) Tell her I'm coming. She'll love it and we'll both rejoice over the thought of meeting once again after such a long time. Plus there's the minuscule chance that she'll decide to take the day (or days) off at work.
b) Not tell her I'm coming, making it a surprise and maximizing the effect. I can plot with her friend to make sure she doesn't make other plans. It's the least thing she expects to ever happen and she'll crap her panties when she sees me there. BUT, I'd have to sit around idling for most of the day (or days) while she's at the office. Potentially boring myself to death.
What would you guys do? Also, those with girlfriends/wives, please ask them what they think and what they'd like if you can. Women see the world differently
I'd appreciate any comments and advice
I periodically visit the web sites I manage to make sure everything is going well. It's generally always the same and thus a rather boring activity. But yesterday I found one of them had been altered.
An <iframe> to an external site (something like aiowfuhewqifumalwieucfhnalwu.in/something.php) was planted in it. Not only on visible pages, also on test pages that were never linked to. The easiest way to fix them would be to reupload all the files again from my hard drive, so I started FileZilla, and found out a shitton of random asp pages (that linked to more spam) had been also uploaded.
Looked up the internet and the most likely cause was that my ftp password had been stolen. But... how? I've never given it to anyone.
Then I remembered. Assuming it had been this, it was safe to change the password and all would be good again.
Moral of the story: Change all passwords after all your internet traffic has been diverted through someone else's computer.
An <iframe> to an external site (something like aiowfuhewqifumalwieucfhnalwu.in/something.php) was planted in it. Not only on visible pages, also on test pages that were never linked to. The easiest way to fix them would be to reupload all the files again from my hard drive, so I started FileZilla, and found out a shitton of random asp pages (that linked to more spam) had been also uploaded.
Looked up the internet and the most likely cause was that my ftp password had been stolen. But... how? I've never given it to anyone.
Then I remembered. Assuming it had been this, it was safe to change the password and all would be good again.
Moral of the story: Change all passwords after all your internet traffic has been diverted through someone else's computer.
Today I opened my eyes and wondered how long it would be before I had to get up. I took my cellphone, looked at the time - 16:38. Yep, I missed class.
I for one had a pretty good monday. Got scolded in class for still not having finished an assignment I should have turned in 3 weeks ago, but I don't care at all. Also it dragged on at least 45 minutes longer than it should have, so I got home das über late. But I don't care either.
Because I got back home, managed not to burn my food (and it came out great), then got on the computer and talked to a very dear friend of mine with whom I hadn't had a proper chat in years. We did a video chat and I used the excuse to dig out some webcam I got as a gift last year and never got around to use - it worked right away (even no need for drivers) and it had a pretty good image quality. Shame my friend is still using a 15 year old webcam that has a shit quality (I'd suppose it was good enough at the time it was new, but definitely not at this time and age).
Also, some chick in class asked for my number with some vague excuse of having a question about photography. I suppose that can't be too bad either. She kept texting me for about an hour until I got home (photography was never mentioned), when I told her it might be cheaper to write an email instead. Or, in retrospective, talking to me tomorrow in class would work too.
So yeah, just to show that not everyone's mondays suck.
Because I got back home, managed not to burn my food (and it came out great), then got on the computer and talked to a very dear friend of mine with whom I hadn't had a proper chat in years. We did a video chat and I used the excuse to dig out some webcam I got as a gift last year and never got around to use - it worked right away (even no need for drivers) and it had a pretty good image quality. Shame my friend is still using a 15 year old webcam that has a shit quality (I'd suppose it was good enough at the time it was new, but definitely not at this time and age).
Also, some chick in class asked for my number with some vague excuse of having a question about photography. I suppose that can't be too bad either. She kept texting me for about an hour until I got home (photography was never mentioned), when I told her it might be cheaper to write an email instead. Or, in retrospective, talking to me tomorrow in class would work too.
So yeah, just to show that not everyone's mondays suck.
That's it. I'm moving to Brazil. How could anybody refuse to live in a city named like this?
If anyone wondered why I have been slightly more absent lately, and haven't entered any compos, well, this is the reason.
Le Cabanon
Roquebrune, Cap-Martin, France
Le Corbusier, 1952
Appears small? It IS. It is a bloody 3.6m x 4.4m (12' x 14') shack. It doesn't even have a bathroom - just a toilet behind a curtain. Only Le Corbusier can get away with that shit.
I got 9/10 for this last week. Can't be bothered to scan the accompanying big-ass plans. Coming up next: A house entirely by myself. Don't count on me entering any compos for a few months.
Le Cabanon
Roquebrune, Cap-Martin, France
Le Corbusier, 1952
I got 9/10 for this last week. Can't be bothered to scan the accompanying big-ass plans. Coming up next: A house entirely by myself. Don't count on me entering any compos for a few months.
So here I was, snapping some random photos in class while waiting for something, when I took this beautiful shot of a very pretty classmate without her noticing. The result is a very casual shot of her with a warm smile on her face.
BUT, even though I have never said a word to her, now I feel morally obliged to let her know of this and offer to either email it over if she likes it or delete it if she doesn't.
Why does life put me in such situations?
BUT, even though I have never said a word to her, now I feel morally obliged to let her know of this and offer to either email it over if she likes it or delete it if she doesn't.
Why does life put me in such situations?
Since Captain Terror asked where have I been...
...here. Just not on Steam, I'm locked out of it for some unexplained reason. Or rather, for some vaguely explained reason:
So yeah. You guys won't see me there until Steam fixes itself 
...here. Just not on Steam, I'm locked out of it for some unexplained reason. Or rather, for some vaguely explained reason:
Is a bit of privacy too much asking? I'm a member in a forum dedicated to the university I'm in. It's really helpful, I've learned what to do and what not to do, what courses to take, which ones are good, where should I look up information, etc. To make it short, pretty much everything a forum is intended to do.
But then someone asked to meet me. Being the only dumbass without a facebook account or rather, any kind of online identity everyone was curious. After they insisted so fucking much, I gave in and agreed.
They took a photo of me. I specifically asked not to have my photo taken or even uploaded. They still uploaded it to facebook. Now people recognise me around the halls. And there's no way I can request our mutual friend Suckerberg to remove my bloody photo.
Fuck the world, I can't trust anyone.
But then someone asked to meet me. Being the only dumbass without a facebook account or rather, any kind of online identity everyone was curious. After they insisted so fucking much, I gave in and agreed.
They took a photo of me. I specifically asked not to have my photo taken or even uploaded. They still uploaded it to facebook. Now people recognise me around the halls. And there's no way I can request our mutual friend Suckerberg to remove my bloody photo.
Fuck the world, I can't trust anyone.