I'm thinking about switching my glasses for a pair of lenses.
O
dhromed’s Log Off Mind
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Sentence
"Do you feel the windows shaking under the smashing rythm of the pouring rain?"
Of Puck. O
"Voelt u de ramen trillen onder de beukende cadans van de slagregen?"
"Do you feel the windows shaking under the smashing rythm of the pouring rain?"
Of Puck. O
Monday, September 29, 2003
The Flow
I, too, have fallen prey to the desire to create the 3D Chaotic Polygon thing.
Behold:
Sugarry Metal.
Not half bad for a first stab. O
I, too, have fallen prey to the desire to create the 3D Chaotic Polygon thing.
Behold:
Sugarry Metal.
Not half bad for a first stab. O
Saturday, September 27, 2003
Character
I don't remember much of the whole dream, but there you were, and we were in the wild west and clothed appropriately; you in a two-colour dress that was black on top and dark green below. The top half fitted loosely around your shoulders, chest and waist, and the bottom half fanned out towards the floor like the dresses of that age did.
It was evening, dark out, and the table we sat at — me on a 90 degree angle from you — was lit by the lamp hanging above it and some diffuse light from other sources inside the house.
You had recently designed and written a little artsy booklet, several inches across, square and almost a hundred pages thick, with typography as the main theme. On the introductory page you had set some text in bold and underneath it, explained how that spoke to you, how the boldness gave extra personality to the words. The rest of the booklet was filled with much text and many extremely lovely looking symbols that you had designed yourself.
I took a look at it, flipped through it and a smile appeared on my face and I felt so good and so proud, that I just had to hug you. You responded in a somewhat surprised and shy manner, and for a moment I wasn't sure whether to continue the hug or let go of you. While hugging, I tried to keep from accidentally brushing against either one of your breasts since I had to make sure you knew it was not a sexual hug, but a friendly, loving one.
Then the scene changed and what happened then isn't of much importance. O
I don't remember much of the whole dream, but there you were, and we were in the wild west and clothed appropriately; you in a two-colour dress that was black on top and dark green below. The top half fitted loosely around your shoulders, chest and waist, and the bottom half fanned out towards the floor like the dresses of that age did.
It was evening, dark out, and the table we sat at — me on a 90 degree angle from you — was lit by the lamp hanging above it and some diffuse light from other sources inside the house.
You had recently designed and written a little artsy booklet, several inches across, square and almost a hundred pages thick, with typography as the main theme. On the introductory page you had set some text in bold and underneath it, explained how that spoke to you, how the boldness gave extra personality to the words. The rest of the booklet was filled with much text and many extremely lovely looking symbols that you had designed yourself.
I took a look at it, flipped through it and a smile appeared on my face and I felt so good and so proud, that I just had to hug you. You responded in a somewhat surprised and shy manner, and for a moment I wasn't sure whether to continue the hug or let go of you. While hugging, I tried to keep from accidentally brushing against either one of your breasts since I had to make sure you knew it was not a sexual hug, but a friendly, loving one.
Then the scene changed and what happened then isn't of much importance. O
Thursday, September 25, 2003
Oh Double-U Tee; Out!
Ok.
So I'm going to live in my cousin's boyfriend's house while he's away in Berlin until the 15th of March.
"whee"
So anyway.
I've found out that living there will be so totally cheap it's an insult to decent, hard-working people. The only reason that it's actually not going to be cheap is because I work two days a week instead of five. Diggitydang. The other three schooldays a week pay me an odd € 51,- a month — but that's because I live at home. Students living on their own get more, and I will of course upgrade.
I'm unsure of the exact number of $$, symbolically speaking, but rumour has it that it'll be about € 200,- a month. Which is still not too much, especially compared to full-time work, but hey, you want that diploma or you don't. And I'll work the school holidays, too. So that'll bring an extra buck.
My dear mother (bless her) has offered to let me take The Beast (computer) with me. I mean, the boyfriend's taking his computers with him (naturally), and not having one is kind of not an option to me. I also wil have to get some kind of internet connection, but with the phone being part of the ADSL connection which will be transferred to my cousin's place, there will'nt be phone, and I can't simply go dially-oop for a while. But there is cable. It's just that the cable company in Amsterdam has a bad reputation. Oh well. Perhaps I can just do I-net at work and school and not bother with it at home.
The location is excellent, by the way. I'm anywhere in between 60 seconds and 5 minutes away from absolutely everything. There's a bus stop almost outside the door that takes me to Central, one slightly less almost outside the door that takes me to Sloterdijk, a baker 30 seconds away, a supermarket several minutes down the block, and an Italian something named «Johnny» run by Turkish people.
His TV is broken, but, yes yes, my sister's boyfriend might have/can get one that works. I need to be able watch Charmed, of course.
So in conclusion, I think I can say that I am actually quite incredibly lucky. I'm getting a dry run for living on my own indefinetly at some point in my forseeable future. And everything is neat and not sloppy. He's not subletting the place illegally, but there's an official status of 'Temp Occupant' which will require one or two forms. So it's all gewd.
So.
*ahem*
Is it, basically. O
Ok.
So I'm going to live in my cousin's boyfriend's house while he's away in Berlin until the 15th of March.
"whee"
So anyway.
I've found out that living there will be so totally cheap it's an insult to decent, hard-working people. The only reason that it's actually not going to be cheap is because I work two days a week instead of five. Diggitydang. The other three schooldays a week pay me an odd € 51,- a month — but that's because I live at home. Students living on their own get more, and I will of course upgrade.
I'm unsure of the exact number of $$, symbolically speaking, but rumour has it that it'll be about € 200,- a month. Which is still not too much, especially compared to full-time work, but hey, you want that diploma or you don't. And I'll work the school holidays, too. So that'll bring an extra buck.
My dear mother (bless her) has offered to let me take The Beast (computer) with me. I mean, the boyfriend's taking his computers with him (naturally), and not having one is kind of not an option to me. I also wil have to get some kind of internet connection, but with the phone being part of the ADSL connection which will be transferred to my cousin's place, there will'nt be phone, and I can't simply go dially-oop for a while. But there is cable. It's just that the cable company in Amsterdam has a bad reputation. Oh well. Perhaps I can just do I-net at work and school and not bother with it at home.
The location is excellent, by the way. I'm anywhere in between 60 seconds and 5 minutes away from absolutely everything. There's a bus stop almost outside the door that takes me to Central, one slightly less almost outside the door that takes me to Sloterdijk, a baker 30 seconds away, a supermarket several minutes down the block, and an Italian something named «Johnny» run by Turkish people.
His TV is broken, but, yes yes, my sister's boyfriend might have/can get one that works. I need to be able watch Charmed, of course.
So in conclusion, I think I can say that I am actually quite incredibly lucky. I'm getting a dry run for living on my own indefinetly at some point in my forseeable future. And everything is neat and not sloppy. He's not subletting the place illegally, but there's an official status of 'Temp Occupant' which will require one or two forms. So it's all gewd.
So.
*ahem*
Is it, basically. O
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
Things
- Out of sight, out of mind, but also, not forgotten, and, back in sight back in mind.
- It ain't nothing, is for sure.
- Breaking ice/making friendly is a nice thing
- I'm not scared. Yes I am. I should be. No. Maybe. I don't know yet. Have to get used to it.
Sunday, September 21, 2003
<Ctrl> To Jump
Can anyone explain to me how I went from Winamps plugin Nullsoft Tiny to FeO2?
It's the Logarithm that binds us. O
Can anyone explain to me how I went from Winamps plugin Nullsoft Tiny to FeO2?
It's the Logarithm that binds us. O
Saturday, September 20, 2003
I’m Sorry
I'm just amazed how Autechre fits so perfectly with what I imagine. O
I'm just amazed how Autechre fits so perfectly with what I imagine. O
Friday, September 19, 2003
Sniff
You know you're focused on something when you notice your exhaling has gone up in volume, as if you were sleeping. O
You know you're focused on something when you notice your exhaling has gone up in volume, as if you were sleeping. O
Thursday, September 18, 2003
His Sweet Home
My aunt called.
My cousin's boyfriend is moving out for half a year because of some large project.
Wanted to know if I could/would housesit.
Well gee.
I wonder from when to when that is.
Somewhere next freakin’ month! O
My aunt called.
My cousin's boyfriend is moving out for half a year because of some large project.
Wanted to know if I could/would housesit.
Well gee.
Somewhere next freakin’ month! O
Monday, September 15, 2003
I Dub Thee,
Received a Private Message from the Lord of the Manor at SomethingLeet, Eye:
Received a Private Message from the Lord of the Manor at SomethingLeet, Eye:
hey dude.. just wondering if you wanted to be a moderator of designer's discussion forum on SL. you were voted pretty much unanimously by staff for the position.Well ok. Apparently I'm doing something right. I remember thinking what a laugh it would be if I were to join the forum (which I did June last year) and be a mod after some time. I never actually aspired to 'obtain' the position, though. O
Saturday, September 13, 2003
On Air
What would be terribly cool to me is if I had this latent telepathy thing, which, just like X-man's Cyclops' eyelaser power, would radiate, transmit and broadcast constantly, music I'm thinking about,
I'd love to imagine the sense of being out of place people would feel when they suddenly hear, faintly and softly, weird and creepy noises, which swell into massive concert-like blast as I approach and fade out again when I walk away. O
What would be terribly cool to me is if I had this latent telepathy thing, which, just like X-man's Cyclops' eyelaser power, would radiate, transmit and broadcast constantly, music I'm thinking about,
I'd love to imagine the sense of being out of place people would feel when they suddenly hear, faintly and softly, weird and creepy noises, which swell into massive concert-like blast as I approach and fade out again when I walk away. O
Thursday, September 11, 2003
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
Weirdo
From Fireland.
This humour is currently WJ-approved. O
From Fireland.
I took out my business card and flung it across the coffin-shaped conference table, detaching the retina of one of our visiting clients. My business cards are nine-pronged shuriken aka throwing stars, with my name and contact information engraved in Mrs Eaves Petite Caps.
This humour is currently WJ-approved. O
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Carefully Carved
These glasses make everything look pinkish. O
These glasses make everything look pinkish. O
Sunday, September 07, 2003
The Light
For the first time, I have seen, and flipped through, an IKEA catalogue.
I understand now. O
For the first time, I have seen, and flipped through, an IKEA catalogue.
I understand now. O
Blogging Naturel
I KEEP HITTING MY ELBOW ON THINGS YOU KNOW THAT SPOT WHERE THE NERVES RUN DAMN DAMN DAMN EVERY BLOODY WEEK OR WHATEVER ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE OR MAYBE EVEN FUNNIER O
I KEEP HITTING MY ELBOW ON THINGS YOU KNOW THAT SPOT WHERE THE NERVES RUN DAMN DAMN DAMN EVERY BLOODY WEEK OR WHATEVER ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY ANYMORE OR MAYBE EVEN FUNNIER O
Saturday, September 06, 2003
Imitate
Back in this 4th and final year of school, we simulate little multimedia companies. Students from various disciplines are put together. All these companies consist of a bunch of designers and author(er)s (like me), two IT-specialists, and 1 chief of operations.
Our chief of operations draws anime. Since anime is rather popular, it kind of degrades the fact that she's drawing it, but she is really very good. So good in fact, that I've suddenly noticed how much I've neglected my own abilites with the pen.
The last larger-than-doodle, highly detailed drawing I made is over three years old. Almost everything I've drawn since resides in my notebooks, that I use to sketch, write, jot down ideas, reminders and suchmore.
Of course, faced with the reality of needing to attempt a little comeback, and because I generally like her, I did a tiny anime-ish-ish thing:
O
Back in this 4th and final year of school, we simulate little multimedia companies. Students from various disciplines are put together. All these companies consist of a bunch of designers and author(er)s (like me), two IT-specialists, and 1 chief of operations.
Our chief of operations draws anime. Since anime is rather popular, it kind of degrades the fact that she's drawing it, but she is really very good. So good in fact, that I've suddenly noticed how much I've neglected my own abilites with the pen.
The last larger-than-doodle, highly detailed drawing I made is over three years old. Almost everything I've drawn since resides in my notebooks, that I use to sketch, write, jot down ideas, reminders and suchmore.
Of course, faced with the reality of needing to attempt a little comeback, and because I generally like her, I did a tiny anime-ish-ish thing:
O
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Sentence To Life
Piece of Phong.
To the Batmobile! O
Piece of Phong.
Staring at screens our perception is fooled into being hypmotized by it's own reflection- listen to me, I proclaim, as both our time burns away in an attempt to propogate 'my' understanding onto another unsuspecting reader using rational thougtforms, hardly contained by the set of assumtions we label with itself, language.
All of which you already know deep down, if you are even able to cognize a single concept of this, exposing that the forms of the words I am using are actually relative and absolutely hollow formless spiralling waves projecting from my mind, refracting already understood concepts in your mind to piece together a horridly complex puzzle of an image tragically simple, the point of which indicates that I've already said enough.
To the Batmobile! O
Double Density
In one hand I hold this. It weighs heavier than many other things I have held in my hands, even though my hands have been empty much of my life.
These others, that I haven't held, or held yet, but they seem even heavier. I feel I want little less than attempting to lift them and see if I can hold them up. But I think that there's a good chance they're too heavy for me, and I might drop them and they might break.
Then again how can I know if I haven't tried to pick them up? O
In one hand I hold this. It weighs heavier than many other things I have held in my hands, even though my hands have been empty much of my life.
These others, that I haven't held, or held yet, but they seem even heavier. I feel I want little less than attempting to lift them and see if I can hold them up. But I think that there's a good chance they're too heavy for me, and I might drop them and they might break.
Then again how can I know if I haven't tried to pick them up? O
Noninundia
I keep thinking of these one-liner things, these small wisdoms or nice looking/writing/sounding phrases and sentences, but I keep forgetting them, too.
But, the big positive weight to counter this small annoyance is that, this afternoon, the clouds and the sun were well-aligned and the earth was showered with rays both gold and grey, and while I was in the city, several buildings looked magnificent against the soft blue, cloud-dotted sky.
Sad part is that it was probably smog providing the mist to support the rays. But hey...silver lining — literally. O
I keep thinking of these one-liner things, these small wisdoms or nice looking/writing/sounding phrases and sentences, but I keep forgetting them, too.
But, the big positive weight to counter this small annoyance is that, this afternoon, the clouds and the sun were well-aligned and the earth was showered with rays both gold and grey, and while I was in the city, several buildings looked magnificent against the soft blue, cloud-dotted sky.
Sad part is that it was probably smog providing the mist to support the rays. But hey...silver lining — literally. O
Antialias
The funny thing is that with Cleartype, font sizes 12px and below are suddenly less attractive than 13px and above. O
The funny thing is that with Cleartype, font sizes 12px and below are suddenly less attractive than 13px and above. O
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
To Seeq, Or Not To Seeq
dhromed (9:47 PM) :O
Ceci,
dhromed (9:47 PM) :
Cést Ca.
Stefan (9:47 PM) :
I shall breast it in a moment.
dhromed (9:47 PM) :
Don't.
dhromed (9:47 PM) :
Just look at it.
dhromed (9:47 PM) :
Keep it civil!
dhromed (9:48 PM) :
Mind you, I have not followed these links myself.
dhromed (9:48 PM) :
Gotn't the buggerest clue where y'd be breasted off to.
Stefan (9:49 PM) :
*giggle*
dhromed (9:50 PM) :
*slap*
Monday, September 01, 2003
Oh Lordy
XP. Big Fat Computer.
Normally I'd despise the blue theme, but the fact remains that this is not a working machine: it is a calm home-machine. Perhaps I can download some cute theme.
To Do:
The screen isn't new. It's the same 15" running at a max of 800*600. The irony can be cut with a chainsaw. Would you like frosting on that? O
XP. Big Fat Computer.
Normally I'd despise the blue theme, but the fact remains that this is not a working machine: it is a calm home-machine. Perhaps I can download some cute theme.
To Do:
- Get my Buttload of fonts form work and dump em on here. I can't live without Book Antiqua.
- Make a list of programs that don't take well to plain copying to a new HD and thus need reinstalling. Like AIM and ICQ. Important stuff (Winamp doesn't mind, though, which is a nice surprise).
- Wonder if it's normal for an XP machine's autoexec.bat file to be utterly devoid of information.
- Wonder why the front plug for my headphones works and the back one doesn't.
The screen isn't new. It's the same 15" running at a max of 800*600. The irony can be cut with a chainsaw. Would you like frosting on that? O
Break Of Things
I owe several people a few emails, but the home computer is now officially scrap metal. Except for its hard drive. Motherboard has burned out. So the nice company that fixed it has offered to replace it with a complete new machine. 2.2M GHz (duh) Celeron, 256 megs RAM, 40 gig disk, XP Home, for the Nice Price of about six or seven hundred Euros. What a wonderful deal for a 5-year old protozoic pooter.
The emails that I'm supposed to respond to are on the old hard drive, which' contents will be transferred to the new one, and then I'll see clearly what people 'ave written, and I can write back.
So keep and eye on your inbox if you've recently sent me an email. O
I owe several people a few emails, but the home computer is now officially scrap metal. Except for its hard drive. Motherboard has burned out. So the nice company that fixed it has offered to replace it with a complete new machine. 2.2
The emails that I'm supposed to respond to are on the old hard drive, which' contents will be transferred to the new one, and then I'll see clearly what people 'ave written, and I can write back.
So keep and eye on your inbox if you've recently sent me an email. O
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