Well, they ain’t wrong

This here is something you oughta do, go watch The Founder an’ fuck everybody else. Brains? Overrated. Literacy? Overrated. Potential? Fuck that, that’s what losers think they have. No. None of that shit. Persistence. You wanna make it big? Persistence is the key. Fuck everybody else.

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Weell, I’m quite depressed. This has been one day I’d rather not repeat – which quite emphasises my belief that the afterlife does not exist. It better not, I’d say. Which reminds me, never ever do a factory reset on an android phone without deleting that crappy google account and if you do, never bloody do it via adb and change your password after or before you do it. Longest 72 hours of my life, it’ll be.

And never try to clean up/listen to an audio track in audacity using noise cancelling head-phones, the in-ear kind, for eight hours straight if you’re coughing your lungs out every thirty damn seconds. Or blowing your nose, same shit, different exit.

And how do I bloody justify this bloody text, if there’s no button for it anymore… Arrghhhhhh!!!!

Post scriptum / update: Shift-Alt-J

Talk about complicating things… WordPress just went Microsoft and their bloody metro style…

Bugs, bugs everywhere!

               Microsoft Outlook’s reading pane, at random intervals, usually after starting the program or changing folders, started displaying messages with blank bodies in reading pane. Blank? Nah, that’d be too easy. I meant invisible content, hidden body which only becomes visible after scrolling or typing. At random. Small body of message? Tough luck, had to change to a message I could scroll through then back and hope for a miracle. New messages hid the signature until I started typing the content. I had to scroll down the body of a reply to get it to appear. Even stranger was the fact that the content, text and pictures were totally selectable and yet, still invisible. I’ve tried everything, from removing addons to disabling hardware accelerated rendering and manually selecting stationery colors and still it didn’t work. Reinstalling didn’t work. Repairing didn’t work. But now there’s a fix. You see, html rendering in Outlook 2013+ is done using Word engine – and there it hit me like a bird on my office window (and no, it’s not a joke, that thing happens to me at least once a week, scares the living crap out of me): Word is bugged. No, not that one, Microsoft Office Word. This one. Go drink some more coffee, sleepy head. So here’s the thing that fixed my problem, in all its glory:

Microsoft Fixit for resetting Word user options and registry settings.

               I sleep better now. A heckuv-a-lot better. If I could, I’d give that team a medal for this fixit. I’ll just drink a couple of beers in your health, folks, instead.

               Cortana, that loving voice, can’t bloody do much. Hell, if voice recognition was better I could write a better interpreter for it. Unfortunately I still can’t make her understand when I tell her to lock the computer – it’s either log, look or something else. There doesn’t seem to be much AI interpreting, only recognition of programmed phrases (like that “tell me a joke” thing I use every morning) – maybe my Scottish impression of “joke” throws her off. Also there’s the problem of accessing the microphone on my laptop, she pops up on “hey Cortana” which means she heard me, but then closes the mic faster than I can open my mouth again and lovingly annoys me with the “I didn’t hear anything” response. Realtek integrated mics are bloody crap. However, if that’s the present then we have a long way to go in order to reach Jarvis levels. Like from Earth to Planet X on foot, long. And it bugs me. Also I can’t script some of her responses, which could improve things by a billion in my book – even if it were to be local scripting. Yeah, that also bugs me.

               In other news, Bruce Schneier (yeah, him, inventor of Cryptonomicon’s Pontifex/Solitaire) has some scary news – internet infrastructure is being probed for weaknesses and it’s getting worse by the minute.  Updated: his blog post. What does that mean? Well, if they succeed, there’ll be plenty of angry mobs taking to the streets because they can’t access Facebook, Twitter and other crap – but I’m more worried about the gamers since almost every game there is, even single player games, won’t run unless they have access to “mothership” servers and we all know who is behind Anonymous and Gamergate. Yeah, lots of mostly teens with lots of free time, skewed priorities and moral codes, cult-like cloned identities and massively inflated egos every time the media mentions their cult group.  Anyways, shit happens, deal with it. Though ima joining them if I can’t get my daily dose of 9gag. Heck, who else? Housewives who can’t post baby pictures or share terrifyingly fake conspiracy theories on Facebook? Blah, blah, blah. But 9gag? Nobody touches that and lives.

Post scriptum: Next post? The plague of our time, refugees. Maybe. Anyways, anybody wonders why there aren’t many refugee-related crimes up in Greece as there are in say France or Germany? Right now, my answer would be: “you don’t shit where you eat”. If Greece walls up, nobody gets into Europe. Hell, that’s done! No need for another article about it. So, next article: white, dry wine. The sort that sucks the moisture out of the air when poured. Oh yeah, baby!

10 ways to fail in life (with sarcasm and booze)

               I have to write this down, before I forget it. Why? Because I imagine that I will. You know what makes or breaks everybody even before they give it a try? Imagination. They don’t picture themselves as if they’ve succeeded. So here’s to number one on the list: Continue reading

Living la vida loca

.. if you ain’t hurtin’, you ain’t livin’.

               Hoo boy, change hurts. Since I’m passing through a rather annoying phase of my life, I’ve decided to make it considerably worse – I’ve started learning Python with tkinter. Progress has been slow, especially since I’ve lost half the programming skills I had when I got married. Half? Oy vey, let’s just say that’s a wee bit of an understatement, if you know what I mean. Now, what does this button do? Bloody hell, I thought the transition from VB.net would be easy.. Damned grid and pack, who needs you?

               I had a bit of a disagreement with one fellow who argued with yours truly about the superiority of western missile guidance. As anyone working with them GPS trackers when USSR invaded (ahem, reintegrated) parts of Ukraine some time ago can tell you, when dozens of GPS monitored highly sensitive pieces of machinery in Eastern Europe hundreds of kilometers apart from each other start losing GPS link at the same time (almost to the minute, actually) for up to an hour, for several days at random, that’s got to be a bit suspicious, innit? And I am not the only one who saw it (24th, 30th of April 2014, and so on). Besides, I don’t mean tractors actually in Ukraine, my play things were thousands of kilometers away from the war. Maybe the folks in charge tested a soft deterrent by encrypting civilian signals, maybe Ivan intentionally messed a bit the “directional” jamming, whatever. Anyways, jamming is easy. For civilian applications, any cheap FM modulator you use in your car to play your music that’s  capable of working up and around 105 Mhz can do (usually, if your cheap-ass modulator it’s set to 87.5 and it’s close to your gps device, the harmonic actually breaks into the 1575,4 Mhz frequency GPS works). Oh yeah, and older ones work nicely too.. Nowadays, if you’re really unlucky, you don’t even have to fly to be in an aircraft accident, the aircraft could crash right on top of you while you’re busy on the loo.

               And I’ve had many more of them head-bumping and chest-thumping  experiences to feel dog-tired. Ever have a stuck-up mid-twenties bossyboots try to look important when you’ve got jobs that lasted more than her whole employment experience? Yeah. Apparently, my brain tells me I’m offended. Why the hell is that? Oh. Bloody hell, my ego’s acting up again? Crap. I must be insecure if I’m feeling threatened by my gaffer’s assistant slash secretary. Problem is, I do feel threatened. Now what?