Things I don't need:
Money
Fame
Everlasting life
Things I want:
Purpose
A future
Somebody
Saturday, 30 April 2005
Thursday, 28 April 2005
It's done
It's over. It's finally over.
I didn't leave the school until 8pm, but IT'S OVER!
Today is a joyus day.
I didn't leave the school until 8pm, but IT'S OVER!
Today is a joyus day.
Wednesday, 27 April 2005
On a lighter note, I thought I'd share this gem with everyone else....
Hacker deletes own hard drive
You're going down, man!
Wednesday 27 April 2005, 09:31
A CHAT CHANNEL spat ended when a wannabe hacker was duped into deleting his own hard drive.
The 26 year-old German claimed he was the baddest hacker in town and threatened to attack a moderator on #stopHipHop's RC Channel because he thought he'd been thrown out.
He demanded the moderator cough up his IP address and prepare to be hacked.
The moderator sent back a bunch of numbers and there then followed a period in which the moderator assumes all manner of hack tools were unleashed at the IP address.
Finally the hacker declared success."I can see your E: drive disappearing, he gloated, "D: is down 45 percent!" he cried, before disappearing into the ether.
It seems he'd been hot enough to hack his own address. ยต
Here's the original article
Bastard. Absolte bastard. Bastard bastard bastard.
Cro did it again (Cro = short for Crozier, my ICT teacher).
I spent a good part of the day doing MORE coursework, adding yet MORE detail and added a good 30% to my Coursework (going on the amount of paper used).
I then brought it to him, set it down beside him and said "There we go and it's still missing the source code (which takes up like about an inch of paper in depth), once I add that tomorrow it's all done"
And jsut as I was walking out he said "It's not done yet", I turned around expecting to see him reading through it but no, he hadn't even looked at it. Bastard.
I then said "Well I'll finish what you want tomorrow..." and he said "You'll have to come in on friday as well". So I had a full on rant to him about how tomorrow (thursday) was the last day for me and it was STAYING as the last day. I think I almost quoted the Simpsons "But I've already did it, it's done, we've done it again and again, it's done, it's over, it's finished, it's....DONE!".
Tomorrow. It's being finished tomorrow. I'm not going in on friday, in fact I'm going OUT on thursday night and getting my friends drunk and that's final.
Bastard.
I spent a good part of the day doing MORE coursework, adding yet MORE detail and added a good 30% to my Coursework (going on the amount of paper used).
I then brought it to him, set it down beside him and said "There we go and it's still missing the source code (which takes up like about an inch of paper in depth), once I add that tomorrow it's all done"
And jsut as I was walking out he said "It's not done yet", I turned around expecting to see him reading through it but no, he hadn't even looked at it. Bastard.
I then said "Well I'll finish what you want tomorrow..." and he said "You'll have to come in on friday as well". So I had a full on rant to him about how tomorrow (thursday) was the last day for me and it was STAYING as the last day. I think I almost quoted the Simpsons "But I've already did it, it's done, we've done it again and again, it's done, it's over, it's finished, it's....DONE!".
Tomorrow. It's being finished tomorrow. I'm not going in on friday, in fact I'm going OUT on thursday night and getting my friends drunk and that's final.
Bastard.
Tuesday, 26 April 2005
Cucking Funts.
I hate coursework.
I hate everything about it.
I hate sitting there for hours and hours and hours working on one little section, only to have your teacher say "It's only worth half marks". You then Inqure as to what's missing. "It's not detailed enough". "How is it not detailed enough? What do I need to add to make it detailed enough?" I would ask. He would pick up somebody else's and say "their <random section> is 2 pages longer than yours". "Yes, but theirs is mostly waffle, in fact mine is more detailed and takes up less space". "Yours isn't detailed enough". "But his is?" "Yes, he has 2 pages more than you".
If this were a game, by now I would have beat his head in with a Monitor and then forced his cock into the laser printer. I'll show you detail.
Bastard.
So today consisted of entirely that. Didn't leave the fucking school until 6pm.
Another slight problem. He fucked up my project. Kinda. My site, which it's all based on, hasn't worked properly until today and even then it's trigger happy. "It works at my home" he says. Fat fucknig lot of good that does me.
The deadline is Thursday. I was told it was wednesday and so worked flat out yesterday and today. Nope, he meant thursday.
I'm not doing any more work after wednesday, the deadline is wednesday as far as I'm concerned and I don't give 2 shits if he fails me completely.
I was in school today until 18:00 working on it. Boo. I still have lots more to do, but by the end of tomorrow if it's not finished to his standard, I don't give a fuck, it's done.
So I came home today. My Dad is watching a small portable TV (the one from my bedroom to be exact) in the living room instead of the big TV. Turns out the big TV died. So before I'd even taken my coat off, I was told I'd have to put half towards a new TV. Which is fair enough, so to the store we went. We left at 19:08 exactly (I was looking at my watch because the taxi was taking it's time).
We get to the store, have a look around, see all of the expensive TV's. We thought "fuck that" and went and looked in Tesco instead (For the American's, Tesco is the biggest retailer in the Uk, mainly deals in food but has some clothes and the odd electronic thing). And there it was, a nice brand new widescreen TV that was actually IN budget :D
So we grabbed that, phoned another taxi and got home again at 19:45.
That was quick, wasn't it?
Nope, not enough. As I'm sitting man-handling the fucker onto the TV stand, BQFH pulls up and runs up to the door like the place is on fire or something. This was at 19:50.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!! I'VE BEEN RINING YOU FOR OVER AN HOUR! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING OUT!! YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE COMMON COURTESY TO TELL ME! I THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG!!!!!"
Fuck. Me.
So I'm sitting there setting up the new TV, tuning it in and all that (Ever since I was 6 years old, I've always been the most technically minded in the house, so things like that are ALWAYS left to me) and Dad and BQFH are having it out.
She kept going on about how he should have phoned her to let her know that he was going out and that she couldn't get in contact with him and that she'd been phoning for over an hour and that she was worried because there was no answer.
Then when I was finished with the TV, I just stared them both out a bit and calmly said:
"Kathleen....for one, we left at 19:08 and you arrived here at 10 to 8. Not only that, but I had my phone with me the whole time, why didn't you phone me if you were really so worried about us?"
"Oh....I never thought..."
That shut her up. I just walked off in disgust.
For what it's worth, when I came down later on to find that they were arguing about it again, I gave her the same point only this time her reply was "I thought you were at your friend's and I didn't want to disturb you" only for me to immediately point out that that's not what she said earlier. She just ignore that. Bitch.
I guess I can have solice in the fact that she'll die before me, so I get to go to HER funeral.
I hate everything about it.
I hate sitting there for hours and hours and hours working on one little section, only to have your teacher say "It's only worth half marks". You then Inqure as to what's missing. "It's not detailed enough". "How is it not detailed enough? What do I need to add to make it detailed enough?" I would ask. He would pick up somebody else's and say "their <random section> is 2 pages longer than yours". "Yes, but theirs is mostly waffle, in fact mine is more detailed and takes up less space". "Yours isn't detailed enough". "But his is?" "Yes, he has 2 pages more than you".
If this were a game, by now I would have beat his head in with a Monitor and then forced his cock into the laser printer. I'll show you detail.
Bastard.
So today consisted of entirely that. Didn't leave the fucking school until 6pm.
Another slight problem. He fucked up my project. Kinda. My site, which it's all based on, hasn't worked properly until today and even then it's trigger happy. "It works at my home" he says. Fat fucknig lot of good that does me.
The deadline is Thursday. I was told it was wednesday and so worked flat out yesterday and today. Nope, he meant thursday.
I'm not doing any more work after wednesday, the deadline is wednesday as far as I'm concerned and I don't give 2 shits if he fails me completely.
I was in school today until 18:00 working on it. Boo. I still have lots more to do, but by the end of tomorrow if it's not finished to his standard, I don't give a fuck, it's done.
So I came home today. My Dad is watching a small portable TV (the one from my bedroom to be exact) in the living room instead of the big TV. Turns out the big TV died. So before I'd even taken my coat off, I was told I'd have to put half towards a new TV. Which is fair enough, so to the store we went. We left at 19:08 exactly (I was looking at my watch because the taxi was taking it's time).
We get to the store, have a look around, see all of the expensive TV's. We thought "fuck that" and went and looked in Tesco instead (For the American's, Tesco is the biggest retailer in the Uk, mainly deals in food but has some clothes and the odd electronic thing). And there it was, a nice brand new widescreen TV that was actually IN budget :D
So we grabbed that, phoned another taxi and got home again at 19:45.
That was quick, wasn't it?
Nope, not enough. As I'm sitting man-handling the fucker onto the TV stand, BQFH pulls up and runs up to the door like the place is on fire or something. This was at 19:50.
"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!! I'VE BEEN RINING YOU FOR OVER AN HOUR! YOU DIDN'T TELL ME YOU WERE GOING OUT!! YOU DIDN'T EVEN HAVE THE COMMON COURTESY TO TELL ME! I THOUGHT THERE WAS SOMETHING WRONG!!!!!"
Fuck. Me.
So I'm sitting there setting up the new TV, tuning it in and all that (Ever since I was 6 years old, I've always been the most technically minded in the house, so things like that are ALWAYS left to me) and Dad and BQFH are having it out.
She kept going on about how he should have phoned her to let her know that he was going out and that she couldn't get in contact with him and that she'd been phoning for over an hour and that she was worried because there was no answer.
Then when I was finished with the TV, I just stared them both out a bit and calmly said:
"Kathleen....for one, we left at 19:08 and you arrived here at 10 to 8. Not only that, but I had my phone with me the whole time, why didn't you phone me if you were really so worried about us?"
"Oh....I never thought..."
That shut her up. I just walked off in disgust.
For what it's worth, when I came down later on to find that they were arguing about it again, I gave her the same point only this time her reply was "I thought you were at your friend's and I didn't want to disturb you" only for me to immediately point out that that's not what she said earlier. She just ignore that. Bitch.
I guess I can have solice in the fact that she'll die before me, so I get to go to HER funeral.
Sunday, 24 April 2005
Hmm....that was close....
I had an interesting thing happen to me while at work.
Allow me to explain, work consists of sitting in this crappy little room with nothing but a radio (THat's radio to call in with, not to listen to), 2 chairs and a Super Ser for heat.
This is what a Super Ser Looks like: for those of you who've never seen one
It's gas powered, as you might imagine.
Anyway, it got rather hot after a while so I turned it off. Then I figured I'd have a kip, having gotton no sleep last night.
So I lean over and sort of fold my arms and place them on top of the super ser. Now on top of the Super Ser is a logbook, just something I fill in to say nobody stoled nothing from the site while I was there. Anyway, I close my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, pretty quickly too. Then I woke up on the floor with a bit of a headache, not that I noticed cuz I felt all light headed. So I went outside to get some air, after about 10mins I felt the pain in my head, nothing major, I figured I hit my head on the floor when I fell off the thing.
And then I walked back inside and it hit me in the face like a tonne of bricks: GAS.
As it turns out, I was leaning on the button to turn on the gas for the fire, except as I didn't realise it, I wasn't hitting the spark button to ignite it, causing the gas to fill the room, all while I was asleep. I nearly killed myself. Go team Alpha.
Allow me to explain, work consists of sitting in this crappy little room with nothing but a radio (THat's radio to call in with, not to listen to), 2 chairs and a Super Ser for heat.
This is what a Super Ser Looks like: for those of you who've never seen one
It's gas powered, as you might imagine.
Anyway, it got rather hot after a while so I turned it off. Then I figured I'd have a kip, having gotton no sleep last night.
So I lean over and sort of fold my arms and place them on top of the super ser. Now on top of the Super Ser is a logbook, just something I fill in to say nobody stoled nothing from the site while I was there. Anyway, I close my eyes and begin to drift off to sleep, pretty quickly too. Then I woke up on the floor with a bit of a headache, not that I noticed cuz I felt all light headed. So I went outside to get some air, after about 10mins I felt the pain in my head, nothing major, I figured I hit my head on the floor when I fell off the thing.
And then I walked back inside and it hit me in the face like a tonne of bricks: GAS.
As it turns out, I was leaning on the button to turn on the gas for the fire, except as I didn't realise it, I wasn't hitting the spark button to ignite it, causing the gas to fill the room, all while I was asleep. I nearly killed myself. Go team Alpha.
Stuck in the middlle.....with you....
Isn't it funny how life's little issues tend to fwap around like some sort of serpent stuck between 2 rocks? Speaking of serpents, I believe the term OUROBORUS comes to mind as well. I wonder if anyone can make the Red Dwarf connection. Yes it's quite fitting actually.
The future's looking bright for ol' Kushan.
The future's looking bright for ol' Kushan.
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