Here I am, typing up my blog entry, and suddenly, a spider crawls across my screen. Son of a bitch. So I picked it up and squashed it.
Some people would not condone my actions. They feel that I have no right to end life. What would they do? They would pick them up and toss them out the window, let them live outside.
To those people, I say, screw you.
Imagine walking into a lion’s den. What do you think they will do? Shoo you away?
I don’t think so.
By the time you realize you’ve stepped into unwelcome territory, you’re probably halfway down its esophagus.
The way I think figure, if you’re invading my territory, whether you know it or not, you deserve to die. That’s the way nature works. Survival of the fittest. Keep unwelcome guests out.
Some people might interpret this as an open invitation to kill anything in their paths. There’s a big difference between defending your den, and mass genocide. Animals don’t participate in mass genocide. People do. Don’t be a person. Be an animal. Remember that the next time you go drinking and driving.
This fucking sucks. Everytime I try to do something interesting with hardware, I wind up forgetting all the parts that they connect to.
Right now, I am trying to move this site to my laptop. That involves reinstalling OpenBSD, which involves either my OpenBSD CDs or having a network connection. I don’t have my CDs, they are in my room. I don’t have one of my network cards, it’s in my room in Stony Brook. I have my other network card, but the dongle is also in my room in Stony Brook.
The other task I attempted to accomplish was to set up my wireless network. I have the wireless network card, which requires me to get an adaptor for it to connect to my computer. After ordering it a month ago, FedEx tried (and failed) to deliver it. I hate FedEx, it can never find my house. “But that’s another story” (phrase shamelessly stolen from Drew.) I called the company I ordered this from, and they said that they already refunded my money. So, I thought, damn, I really wanted them to redeliver it.
A week later, my mom says that they delivered again, via UPS (I love them.) So, here I am, with my beautiful adaptor, all ready to be installed… except I left the wireless network card in my room in Stony Brook.
I’m such a dumbass.
Oh, by the way, if you’ve been calling my cell, it’s useless. I turn off all possible sounds, including the vibrate mode, because I hate being woken up while in class. Plus it’s impolite to everybody else who’s sleeping. After class, I never remember to turn on the sounds, either.
In fact, last night, I was just enjoying the peace and quiet in my single. I glanced at my cell, and suddenly realized that it was actually ringing! By the time I hit connect, that person had hung up, and I was too lazy to call them back. Oh well.
Moral of the story: don’t call me. Or, just leave me messages.
One more thing! Don’t ever send me text messages. It costs me five cents to receive each text message.
Finally, I picked up my Dell QuietKey keyboard. Ah, it’s so nice. I can type so fast on it. Keys responsive, clicky, but not too noisy. If there was ever a perfect keyboard, then this would be it. Of course, there is always the keyboard that is mounted on the arms of a chair. The ultimate in ergonomics. I want to get that, but I wonder if the keys themselves were as good as this keyboard’s.
It seems that the bandwidth problems of this site stemmed from my DSL modem. A quick reboot of the DSL modem and I suddenly went from having upload speeds of 23 kbps (that’s less than a 28.8 kbps modem) to approximately 135 kbps (I’m supposed to get 128 kbps uploading speed). That’s pretty good, considering it was consistently better than what was advertised.
No, I’m not mad. I’m just hurt. There’s a difference. I am hurt by your words. I’m mad that you hurt me. But I’m not mad that you said those things. So get your feelings straight before you try to make me feel better.
Today, I got a cell phone. As much as I hate having a cell phone and all its annoyances and harmful effects, it is very inconvenient to pick up chicks when you cannot call them back.
As with most purchases, a little bit of joy is received as hard-earned cash is handed over to a salesperson. Yes, I was happy to get a cell phone, because it was a new toy for me to play with.
My happiness was shattered when Irene lectured me about the basics of purchasing a cell phone. I must have been nuts, to actually trust a salesperson, apparently. Nevermind the fact that my mom seemed to know him a bit. My model, apparently, was a year old, and thus garbage. It’s also ugly.
It was so upsetting after I called her, after happily letting her know that I have a new number where I can be reached. Upsetting after I made the call, after I heard her start yelling at me, after I was forced to defend my decision to go to my mom for purchasing a cell phone for me, instead of going to her friend, who would have offered me a better deal, and not tried to rip me off.
It’s not that I don’t believe that her friend wouldn’t have ripped me off, or that I didn’t get ripped off at all or anything. It’s just that… why didn’t she just fucking let me be happy, in my blissful ignorance? Why did she have to screw me out of my little happiness, instead of just letting me think that I’m suddenly so cool, that I have this new toy to play with?
My new toy, I no longer look at with pride and fondness. I cannot help it. I look at it, and now I think, Yeah, it is a tad ugly, I suppose… and I checked the date on the box it was made, it was copyright 2000, so I suppose that would make it over a year old… all depressing details that make it so very hard to just enjoy what I have on my desk.
I didn’t ask for much, I just wanted to get a simple, “So cool?” out of her, when I called her tonight. I knew that she probably wouldn’t have chosen this model, because she would have thought that it was too big, and probably out of style, but I didn’t think that she would have just criticized me so much. It is as though my feelings were not important, only her sense of style and her expertise in cell phones.
So, she’s keen on all the newest, hottest, flashiest cells. So, she’s got connections that run through the core of the earth all the way to Hong Kong. Maybe she has the coolest ass phone that can be used as a nuclear reactor. But all my other friends who have phones that are older, larger, and have poorer reception seem to get along just fine. They seem happy to just be able to use their phones. Why can’t I?
I’m home, but this still sucks. I brought home all this keen hardware, all ready to play with, but I realize that this weekend I have mad shit to do. Yes, it is Chem. again. So much work, so little pleasure. Oh, and we don’t even have AC here! I’d rather be in school (at least when I’m forming my butt-mold over my sofa).
My brother got these cool speakers. Quadraphonic, maybe even 5.1. That boy wastes too much money. But hey, look at me.
nikhouri wrote another bot for AIM: EVALUATOR. (+ 2 2) sends 4. Yeah, you figure it out.
I really want to set up a comment box for each of these entries. I feel like I’m talking to a wall here sometimes.
Oh, the other day, I found out that my uncle’s wife graduated college with a 4.0 gpa. Words cannot describe how impressive that is, considering she came from Taiwan not too long ago. I must do the same.
One last thing: my friend had shown me a site of her friend’s, and I was very thoroughly impressed. To put it simply, I did not know that HTML could be this beautiful. Here’s the site: yukishiro
First, the bad news. Today, I took my chemistry mid-term. ‘Nuff said.
Looks like all my slacking off finally paid off.
Now, the good news. Today, my boss decided that one of his machines was too old, and was going to toss it out. So, in order to lighten his load, I stripped it of all the parts that I wanted. I liberated:
A DVD-ROM drive (finally!)
A S-video/composite out card that went with my new DVD-ROM drive.
A Zip drive.
A crap video card, which might help in my future multi-monitor setup at home.
An Adaptec 2910 SCSI card, which is probably crap, but might come in handy.
Two sticks of 72-pin SIMMs. Anyone still remember these? What about the 30-pin ones?
And, most importantly, a used-and-abused Dell QuietKey keyboard! You wouldn’t imagine how long I’ve longed for one of these babies! They’re damn nice!
Finally, my job has paid off! Of course, I’m getting paid at this job… but my first check hasn’t come in yet, so shut up.
I was once a city. Many people have travelled to me and through me.
I was once popular. Lots have come, lots have gone. I’ve been used, and I’ve been abused.
I used to exist for others’ pleasure. Their smile brought me a smile. Their sadness brought me tears.
Now, I am an island. Entirely self sufficient. Dependent on no one. I am treaded upon no more.
I watch others from a distance. I watch as they do their interaction. Their joys. Their pains. I watch as they abuse each others’ trust, just as they have abused mine.
Independence. Solitude. All shields around my island.
Loneliness. Silent suffering. All because of my fear of being hurt by others.
Is it better to be hurt by those you love? Or to hurt yourself, never to be loved?
Three ribs, three pieces of lasagna with meat sauce, two pieces of blueberry pie, and one cup of water later, I am full. I can’t move. Susan and Jacklyn, if you two are reading this… I love you.
Uploaded a script for checking if a server is active. Install as a cron job to monitor your website. This is what I wrote to check on my own website. I decided to turn it off because it generated a lot of hits. The actual file that gets sent is only 1 byte, so it didn’t suck up too much bandwidth.
What you do is, you change the file in the website to something that’s small. I used /ping, which is a 1 byte file. Then, you put it in cron as a crontab. Set it to run every hour or so, I guess. Success, it logs it under downtimes.txt. Failure, ditto. Yeah, pretty crummy, but it worked. Maybe I’ll go back and refine it someday.
Anyway, here it is: pong. Tested under OpenBSD 3.1-current, no guarantees in other platforms.
Here are the day’s events, if you want to know:
Finally gave Eric his damn birthday present. Dropped him and Jacklyn off at the mall. Fell asleep soon afterwards. Wake up, someone knocks on door. Susan informs me that I had stranded Eric and Jacklyn at the mall. I thought that they were supposed to take the bus, but oh well. She also informs me that she made enough food for me.
I guess I had not configured webalizer (my web log analyzer) correctly, and it had given me too many false positives. The actual numbers are closer to 100. That’s not that bad, approximately three hits per day.
This page is getting really long. Now, if only I could get off my ass and start coding that database…
I installed this web log analyzer, and it seems that this site gets the most hits from 1) website monitoring services, and 2) MicroSoft IIS web servers which have been taken over by a worm/virus. The former isn’t that interesting, but the numbers presented by the latter are very surprising.
I enabled this server on the 8th of April. In April alone, I logged 1,895 hack attempts. In May, my first full month of activity, they “only” attempted to hack into this server 1,360 times. This month, which is only half over, I already logged 1,185 attempts.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CHRISTINA! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW? HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW? HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW? HOW OLD ARE YOU NOW?
Yeah, it works in Netscape 4.xx again. I guess I was doing stuff in a way that was more complex than any browser five years ago could handle. Of course, that includes OmniWeb, according to my Mac-powered source (and owner of dafh.net), Nicolas Ibrahim Khouri.
I wonder how many people know what dafh actually stands for…
I almost forgot how fun it is to let strangers on the Information Super Highway know all my personal details was.
My friend here has decided to write a bot for AIM. IM it: CONFUTOR.
Oh, and if you’re bored, it’s very easy to warn it to death: it replies everytime you IM it. After kicking it offline a couple of times, I was bored once again. It was good while it lasted, though.
Screw the background image. Some of you don’t have your contrast/brightness set high enough to view it, some of you (like me) probably use Netscape 4 to view it, and it appears out of place.
Oh, and it also killed my bandwidth (4903 bytes, for those of you who want to know). This file alone is over 10 kilobytes, and it takes forever for me to load it. Maybe I should cut down on some of the stylesheet stuff.
Actually, now that I think about it, the logs themselves are over 10 kilobytes. I’m not even counting the CSS stuff. HA! I thought you cared! Silly me.
Hey, everybody, shut up about me not updating my blog. It’s only been… three days. That’s nothing.
I still hate Chem.
And now, for some amusing news! Tuesday night (June 11, 2002), Sharon decided to buckle her seat belt. To this day, we have been unable to unbuckle it. My friends now have to slide into and out of my car. On a brighter note, no one can ever again forget to wear their seat belt.
Eric’s birthday has come and gone, but his present still lies on my desk. That ungrateful cuz-i-got-princeton-review bastard. I hope he chokes on a tapioca pearl and dies.
That’s all for now. Keep the bathrooms clean and make the girls scream.
On a lighter note, I have set up a temporary stylesheet called invert.css. To use it, type ?style=invert.css at the end of the site’s name. So, http://something.dafh.net/?style=invert.css would be what you enter.
If you’re beginning to wonder, “Who cares?”, then please keep in mind that this site is more of a record of personal achievement and project for me to use to learn than for entertaining the masses.
If you feel like bitching to me, too bad. I haven’t set up a guest book/comment section yet, and I don’t feel like leaving my email address. What I do have are access logs, so if you want to leave a message, access http://something.dafh.net?I_hate_this_site or something. Of course, change I_hate_this_site to something else. But you knew that, right?
Okay, now that that’s done, here’s another screenshot for your viewing pleasure. This is another Konqueror screenshot, although it’s more updated. Yeah, you’re not going to enjoy it, but I made it already, so I might as well post it up.
weDge: So I had a girlfriend for all of 9 months. She dropped by one afternoon when I was sick with a pan of brownies and a video tape with the simpsons on it (my favorite show). so I start eating the brownies and turn on the tape. midway through it, it cuts to her sucking off some dude. he nuts in her mouth, she looks at the camera, and says “you’re dumped. enjoy the brownies”—and spits the mouthful of cum into a bowl of brownie mix. fucked up huh? I want to die.
I decided to move all my giant image files to another server. It’ll be faster, so now you can actually click on those links down below that I warned you not to click on. Go on. Click. Then shoo.
Of course, I have to make a couple of way-past-midnight posts before retiring.
First up, here’s a link to lame OmniWeb’s screen shot. Notice that there is no border around each entry. I suspect that the same applies to Internet Explorer, but I haven’t tried it myself. Once again, I recommend that you do NOT take advantage of these nifty features I throw into this website. Downloading big images takes incredibly long, and will become increasingly painful as more people realize the treasure trove that is not here.
Another thing is that I have decided to screw my morals. I am paying tribute to my favorite OS, OpenBSD. Hence the background image. If you cannot see the image, once again, you need a newer browser. Or a better one. Or maybe you should just forget this whole “Information Super-Highway” junk and get yourself a “life”.
Okay, I’m done fixing up the looks of this site. There’s only so much you can do without images of any sort.
I’m beginning to fall in love with CSS. Unfortunately, it’s interpretation by browsers is dependent on the browser, the company that makes them, the platform it is run on, and the phase of the moon.
If anybody has any extra yum-delicious food they wouldn’t mind donating to the I-need-food fund, please leave them outside my door. But keep it in a box that is able to withstand 150 pounds, because I may not see it on my way out. Oh, and if it is possible to slip it under the door, undamaged, please do so. But don’t slide it too hard; I’m not too fond of stepping into my breakfast on my way out of the bed.
In case some of you were wondering, this is how this site looks like to me. At least, this is the best rendered one. Netscape 4.xx renders the fonts all tiny, even though I specified it to be 14 points, and dillo just ignores the CSS. No comment about lynx and links. I’m in the process of installing Opera 6.01. Hopefully, it will look even better than Konqueror. But they’re both fine browsers. Unfortunately, I have no way of testing it on Internet Explorer, while having access to my site. So, there’s really no way for me to fix anything, if Internet Explorer is having problems with viewing my site. Sucks to be the majority of you.
Oh, and OmniWeb seems to render it quite nicely, too, although it doesn’t render the frame at all. That’s pretty sad, considering even Netscape rendered that.
For those of you who have clicked on the link above (and have a fast connection), yes, I know. My site is pretty slow. That is one of the reasons why I don’t have images on this page.
Wow, I think that this is the first time I made a PM entry.
Anyway, today I changed the background of the page, added borders, justified, and in general just played around some more with CSS specifications. I hope it looks nice. Too bad some of my favorite browsers makes it look so plain.
Today was an uneventful day. I woke up at 1, maybe 2 pm. Got lunch, ate a bunch of eel with Wendy. Spent most of my time spitting out the bones. Went to work, to make up for missed work on Tuesday. Came back, worked on web page some more. I plan on eventually posting this page up on my profile or something, but I’m still trying to figure out a nice way of presenting this without all the ugly subdirectory junk.
Added some color to this page. Resized the fonts. If you’re still using a browser that doesn’t know CSS, then you either won’t see it, or won’t see it fully. For example, two that I use are dillo and Netscape 4.xx. Konqueror, on the other hand, renders this page quite beautifully, I must say. I suppose that it is taking its sweet ass time refining the page. I can’t think of any other reason it should creak along on my brand new, state of the art 700 MHz Crusoe processor. I suppose a lot of that is just hard drive speed, also. Bleh, here I go, rambling about computers again.
Another late night entry. By now, you must realize how sick I am. Here I am, updating this useless page, which nobody even knows about yet, instead of sleeping.
Tomorrow’s going to be a long day. At 10 am, the school promises a health and safety inspection. That will be fun. I’m just going to treat it as thought it were an alarm clock. Then, I shall go shower, and go to work. Yes, I will work a couple of extra hours, milking them for all they’re worth. I tell them that “we’re on a deadline!”, but I actually enjoy doing what I do. At least it’s productive. Unlike this.
So, here we are. Jacklyn convinced me that I should write. Not that she did much pushing, it’s more like, “yes, I suddenly feel that I should write some stuff online, just because my friends are all doing it.” Yeah, sure. Whatever.
As I was taking a walk with her tonight, it once again hit me that I am probably too much of a perfectionist. I often think that I should do something, get all pumped up about it, start it, then work on it so much, perfecting all the details. After a while, I just stop doing it, because I just become so sick of it, in a sense, of putting so much work and getting nothing out of it. The work it takes to complete this “project” just seems to never end. I don’t ever actually abandon any projects… I just stop doing it, take a break, and try to avoid it, because it seems like so much work. Bleh, this is good enough for an initial entry.
Someday, I will get around to making some kind of form for entering this kind of data.
Oh yeah, and I am actually one of those people who are anal enough to make sure that this shit conforms to the standards set out by those wonderful guys at the World Wide Web Consortium.
