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Beatnik
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A 29 year old belgian who likes Mountain Dew, Girl Scout Cookies, Tim Hortons French Vanilla Flavoured Cappucinno, Belgian beer, Belgian chocolate, Belgian women, Magners Cider, chocolate chipped cookies and Perl. Likes snowboarding, snorkling, sailing and silence. Bach can really cheer him up! He still misses his dog.
Project Daddy of Spine [sf.net], a mod_perl based CMS.
In his superhero time (8.30 AM to 5.30 PM), he works on world peace.
(email not shown publicly)
http://www.ldl48.org/
A 29 year old belgian who likes Mountain Dew, Girl Scout Cookies, Tim Hortons French Vanilla Flavoured Cappucinno, Belgian beer, Belgian chocolate, Belgian women, Magners Cider, chocolate chipped cookies and Perl. Likes snowboarding, snorkling, sailing and silence. Bach can really cheer him up! He still misses his dog.
Project Daddy of Spine [sf.net], a mod_perl based CMS.
In his superhero time (8.30 AM to 5.30 PM), he works on world peace.
Sunday November 17, 2002
09:21 AM
Late nights
The past 3 days will be remembered as Late Night Weekend.
Edgar Allen Poe mood
Once upon a midnight dreary (I think it was last thursday), while I pondered, weak and weary (well, I wasn't actually pondering,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping (tapping?? my cellphone rang.. does that count?),
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door (No, still my cellphone ringing).
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door (stop ringing! Damnit!);
Only this, and nothing more." (actually, I was muttering aboot the party I was going to)
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, (Still November here)
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. (Don't you scare me with this ghost shit!)
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of surrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore (oki, let's for arguments sake assume her name is Lenore.. which is isn't but let's just assume).
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,(Well, I don't call her Lenore... which isn't even her name... go figure)
Nameless here forevermore.
Anyway, I went to a party on thursday, got there around midnight-ish, got some free goodies, had a few cokes and partied til nearly 4.30 AM. Got home at 5 AM (which is pretty normal since I was sober enough) and slept til 1 PM. Met up a friend around 3 PM and headed to a birthday party with a sixpack of local brewski, had a few drinks and headed home around 9-ish with a pretty high alcohol level in my bloodstream. Saturday, I got up around 11, not feeling to well but I managed to get thru the day. Just when I was aboot to get some sleep (around 10 PM), a friend called, asking for a favour. I grabbed my laptop and the minimum number of ORA books and headed over there. I ended up spending a few hours writing a client/server app for a proprietary protocol running on a server we didn't have access to :( I somehow managed to write a fake server out of the (far from perfect) specs we had. Halfway thru final testing, someone mentioned they had C# code for that server. After I finished my code, the REXX code (which wouldn't work), was fixed and ran smoothly. AAAARGH!
All things considered, I had a fun late night hacking session with some friends.
People are still reading my mind : my life as a Comic - Strip.
Edgar Allen Poe mood
Once upon a midnight dreary (I think it was last thursday), while I pondered, weak and weary (well, I wasn't actually pondering,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping (tapping?? my cellphone rang.. does that count?),
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door (No, still my cellphone ringing).
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door (stop ringing! Damnit!);
Only this, and nothing more." (actually, I was muttering aboot the party I was going to)
Ah, distinctly I remember, it was in the bleak December, (Still November here)
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. (Don't you scare me with this ghost shit!)
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of surrow, sorrow for the lost Lenore (oki, let's for arguments sake assume her name is Lenore.. which is isn't but let's just assume).
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore,(Well, I don't call her Lenore... which isn't even her name... go figure)
Nameless here forevermore.
Anyway, I went to a party on thursday, got there around midnight-ish, got some free goodies, had a few cokes and partied til nearly 4.30 AM. Got home at 5 AM (which is pretty normal since I was sober enough) and slept til 1 PM. Met up a friend around 3 PM and headed to a birthday party with a sixpack of local brewski, had a few drinks and headed home around 9-ish with a pretty high alcohol level in my bloodstream. Saturday, I got up around 11, not feeling to well but I managed to get thru the day. Just when I was aboot to get some sleep (around 10 PM), a friend called, asking for a favour. I grabbed my laptop and the minimum number of ORA books and headed over there. I ended up spending a few hours writing a client/server app for a proprietary protocol running on a server we didn't have access to
All things considered, I had a fun late night hacking session with some friends.
People are still reading my mind : my life as a Comic - Strip.
I pour myself a cup of strong coffee. :-)
-- Jarkko Hietaniemi
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