Nothing to do except stare at walls… until her royal pain wakes up, and expects to be waited on hand and foot.
Going stir crazy….
I’ve been in a miserable mood all day, the kind of mood where you just wish you could sink through your chair and never be heard from or seen from again. Aside from being dragged out on occasional errands, I’ve been cooped up here since Friday, and I ran out of stuff to get done back on Thursday. Everything else has been just busy work.
There is nothing to do until Tuesday, absolutely *_nothing_* !! Except wait on a royal pain of a mother hand and foot, while cleaning up after the dogs o/. That’s it. Other wise I may as well be passing time, staring at the **************ing ceiling. On top of that Tuesday will be a total wash out as well, if HRP doesn’t cooperate with the road time.
I can’t stand having nothing to do!!!!
Tried several sets of exercises while the dog was napping, and almost set a new personal speed record – from when I was still in great shape! I’m going stir crazy. What next, slamming my head into walls, or pacing the room like a caged animal?
So far I’ve tried to fill the day with sessions of Ghost Recon & Urban Terror, even tried a little F.E.A.R. before finally installing Quake IV. It’s not even a challenge: about two hours into the game and I’m almost half way through the third or forth chapter :-/. I haven’t even been taking the game seriously. Once you’ve beaten a game on the super human settings, they just don’t put you through the paces on the more normal settings, even if you have played them in ages. I’ve beaten most of the games that I own on the maximum difficulty settings over the years, from FEAR/Quakes you’d have to be insane all the way to several bouts of Halo on legendary (fun). What CoDs I own, I’ve beaten several times on the maximum difficultly/no recovery levels, it’s boring. What next, load up Hell Revealed, and set it to it to Nightmare mode? There’s so many daemons to slay on those maps even w/o respawns, that it’s almost a chore to sweep the maps clean.
The only thing that’s been a challenge lately is UrT, because it combines years and years of core skills (typical tdm) with too many years of close quarter tactics. The damage model is such that to master Urban Terror, you have got to get GOOD at accurate shooting under pressure, and you’ve got to be ready to fuse the old skills of a QuakeWhore with room entry techniques. The failure drill is the almighty standard of survival in that game. When respawns occur every 3s, it’s not even that important, unless you want to win.
Been playing video games since I was in diapers, it’s become rare to ever find a game that is really hard. I don’t even bother to memorise things, I just take it fresh through each time. On the odd chance I get sth new, it’s rarely able to put me through my paces. The only saving grace is multiplayer.
There’s just nothing left to do… :-/ I can practically feel my brain boiling. Being idle drives me out of my skull, I’m the type that has to always be working on something, ffs I would end up polishing door knobs or painting ceilings if I ever had to ‘retire’.
*slams head into a support wall*
die portmaster die
Well, after 23 hours uptime, submitting several problem reports over gettext, and a heck of a lot of compiling, it seems that my laptops updating is finally complete… except for a few stubborn packages that I rarely use anyway lol.
The thing that *really* pissed me off, is portmaster. Three times (gettext, gtk20, gstreamer-plugins) I had to manually do make reinstalls in order to get the freaking packages to install correctly. However portmaster saw fit to work it’s magic, it forgot to install essential things, like msgfmt, libgstpbutils-.*, and and the actual gtk-x11 library o/. Which obviously caused other ports depending on them to pop corks during portmasters updating them.
I think I’m going to again ditch the third party updating tools, flip the bird, and go back to using my own custom updater script. All that’s really needed, is implementing the topological sort over dependencies anyway… then it would be automated in essence. And it’s never doubled my work load the way portmaster and portupgrade do!!!
Since I haven’t much to do right now, aside from cursing at portmaster and dealing with libintl problems >_>, I’ve spent a bit of time importing my journal entries from Aug ’09. Now that I look at it, I actually began the move from Live Journal to Blogger back in December, and I’ve still got two months worth of entries to go before all is done :-S.
I’ll never understand why some periods of time, feel several times more exhausting then they should…
Currently my laptop is more or less in dispose, courtesy of irksome updates. In updating devel/gettext, it seems several ports were missed on the massive stream of PORTVERSION bumps, or portmaster failed horribly to notice >_>. So far I have 6 problem reports filed: on devel/libelf; lang/gawk; graphics/evince; security/gnutls; ftp/wget; and graphics/librsvg2. Most of them were only defined as using GNU Gettext when built with Native Language Support.
Some how, I can’t help but think this is almost payback against the English speaking world :-o.
Stupid people are annoying.
What part of asking “How far it is” and being told “The default route is …”, is so damn confusing about the possibility of multiple routes?
Honestly how stupid is my family.
In looking closer at things, somehow I think that by cica GCC 5.0, either the GNU compiler will have imploded upon it’s own weight :-o, or it will become an impressively powerful compiler, in place of an impressively portable one.
The feature set being grown, may even give old MSVCs optimization setup a good run for it’s money someday, only the best tools with Visual C++ cost a few thousand dollars and GNUs is given away for free lol.
Me, I would just settle for a generally portable compiler that generates decent code, and complies with the bloody standards… So far I personally like pcc.
Just for someone special
This was a triumph.
I’m making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS.
It’s hard to overstate my satisfaction.
Aperture Science
We do what we must
because we can.
For the good of all of us.
Except the ones who are dead.
But there’s no sense crying over every mistake.
You just keep on trying till you run out of cake.
And the Science gets done.
And you make a neat gun.
For the people who are still alive.
I’m not even angry.
I’m being so sincere right now.
Even though you broke my heart.
And killed me.
And tore me to pieces.
And threw every piece into a fire.
As they burned it hurt because I was so happy for you!
Now these points of data make a beautiful line.
And we’re out of beta.
We’re releasing on time.
So I’m GLaD. I got burned.
Think of all the things we learned
for the people who are still alive.
Go ahead and leave me.
I think I prefer to stay inside.
Maybe you’ll find someone else to help you.
Maybe Black Mesa
THAT WAS A JOKE.
HAHA. FAT CHANCE.
Anyway, this cake is great.
It’s so delicious and moist.
Look at me still talking
when there’s Science to do.
When I look out there, it makes me GLaD I’m not you.
I’ve experiments to run.
There is research to be done.
On the people who are still alive.
And believe me I am still alive.
I’m doing Science and I’m still alive.
I feel FANTASTIC and I’m still alive.
While you’re dying I’ll be still alive.
And when you’re dead I will be still alive.
STILL ALIVE
STILL ALIVE
Petty thoughts
In my mothers whining that nothing she ordered done yesterday before heading out the door was done, except for keeping the puppy out of trouble, which she made explicitly clear as priority numero uno by barking at me until she finally walked out the door, thus letting me get things done in the first place.
I can’t help but think that I’m working on day three of finishing something I should have finished two days ago in less than an afternoon, if I had had the luxury of being able to work on things in the first place.
And that I’m currently on month 6 of trying to get a driver license, a task my mother has droned out to this length, when it should have been completed within a couple weeks… I didn’t bother to mention that.