For those of you what do not know what the UHI is:
I made that image about five years ago, and was bald at the time — no, thou shall not ask for pictures.
It has come be be everywhere I have an account, and has freaked some people out while it made other smile as they remembered me, and that I enjoy a bit of divergent strabismus.
I will not make a poll just for this issue, but I do ask you kindly: Would you rather see my whole face or have you gotten used to this ‘depiction’ of me?
This song is never about me.
The song is never about you!
And the second you think it is, well, I don’t have enough proper words to describe how bad it is.
Whenever I get that impression, I always remember all the details I forgot to factor in while letting my inner dog’s tail wag. If those won’t do, I’m pretty good at making up reasons for convincing myself of whatever it is I need to be convinced of.
Still, that felt rather good. It did put a warm smile on my battered face. And, oh boy, did my tail wag.
So thank you.
Apparently, Radio Campus started a movement and Tomata was so nice to bring me in.
The thing with living in a small town, well small and insignificant compared to Paris or Rio or London, is that not so many big bands come down here. So fantasizing about bands I’d like to see playing a gig in my home town is a bit off. Then, while having a fag, I realized that if you build it, they will come.
I’d wish Amplifier were playing, so I’d go completely mental;
and Snow Patrol so Andreea would not miss them, and Arctic Monkeys so Andrea wouldn’t miss them, and Flight of the Concordes because that’s what Cristina used to cheer me up, and Nick Cave because ily does have cravings, and Bjork because Andrea would love it, and Porcupine Tree so Theo and I would not have to go all the way to Budapest in November, and Depeche Mode, even though they’re still playing nearby as I type this, and Gotan Project because it’s Dora’s new precious. I wish these would come, because I’d love to see the shows in good company.
This seems to be Timisoara only, and the only ones left untagged that I know of are Iovan, ily, Smeagol Jr and Ovidiu U.
To monetize.
I wish my spell checker would pick it up and blow it to bits. I hate that word.
If I finish a cool project, the first thing I hear from people is: “So how are you going to monetize this?”
Why must everything turn a profit? And then, why must some greasy people do all that’s in their power to increase that profit?
You can measure a product by the profit it brings you, and become dead in my eyes. You could also measure a product by how many users actually use and like it. Aren’t they the ones you built it for? When you sit down and start implementing and testing the UI, you put yourself in the place of the user. Do you ever think “aw, but this modal means they can’t click the banner ads” ?
When developers work on a project, they either do it with passion or they do it for the money. Did you ever notice how the big expensive projects, written in C# or Java usually have a lot of bugs, a horrible UI and take forever to launch? They were most probably built for the money.
Did you ever notice how fast open source projects’ bugs get fixed?
I guess you could say I have a problem, eh?
As long as I know I won’t go hungry, I’ll tweak you contact form, I’ll spend a day trying to repair your videos – even a Saturday – and I’ll go long into the night trying to squash a bug. All that for free.
I won’t fix your banners though. Money can wait, but UX has to be good now!
It’s never about the money or product or man-hours, it’s about the team and the people.
Remember that next time, OK?
Facebook is great for connecting with people you never really talked to in high school, just so you can continue to not talk to them now.
You can’t very well decline the invitation, because you do know the person. But other than the simple “So that one’s still alive too!” thought that goes through your head when confirming their request to befriend you, you’ll never-ever interact with them.
What’s the point of building a network of zombies?
Tonight was a special night.
I say this because I’m now living with my grandmother, who has been been dragged here half a thousand kilometers to babysit the house (and me?) while my folks are carelessly sunbathing in Greece.
Said grandmother just threw a party!
It’s not what high school kids call a party, but you can’t expect much at her age. She’s seventy something, I think.
Still, you must understand that the idea of hags (emphasis on the plural) roaming around my house at night is not very appealing. And this party is right after a streak of many poorly slept nights.
At least she’s having fun.
It’s now 3:38, and it’s finally over.
It was only a matter of time until one of these tag things found its way onto my weblog. I’ve been tagged by Haos Controlat. So without further ado:
A flower: a tulip
A season: winter
A month: August
A colour: viridian
An animal: homo sapiens
A piece of clothing: trousers
A fruit: apricot
A piece of furniture: coat rack
A song: Right now: Pure Reason Revolution’s Deus Ex Machina ; All time: Metallica’s I disappear
A music video: Tool’s Vicarious
An object: the F5 key
A musical instrument: my Les Paul
A dear person: way too many
A tree: Magnolia
A lyric: And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
A city: Venice
A public figure: Scott Adams
A dish: Spaghetti
A book: The Picture of Dorian Gray
A superhero: Batman
A phenomenon: lightning
A car: Porche Carrera 4s
A part of the body: the thigh
A movie character: Turkish
A movie: Singing in the Rain
A place: The summit of Rosia Montana
A building: Sagrada Familia
A vegetable: a carrot
A phone: a SonyEricsson
A drink: Bacardi Rum
Something Sweet: “No thanks, I’m sweet enough!”
An exterior decoration: a swing
A subject: Functional Programming
A TV series: Two and a Half Men
A play: A Night in Elsinore
A name: Julia
A gesture: the bird
A perfume: bare skin
An hour: twenty to six
A year: 1866
So who wants to play tag?
Update: Dora played tag. Anyone else?
Ethics, morals or profit?
I was reading a great piece on modern-day compromise that made me remember some good choices I’ve made as well as some of those bone-headed ideas I decided to put into practice.
While that post applies wonderfully to careers, I see it has potential to touch upon more humane aspects. My post about me being a wannabe grammar nazi comes to mind. Especially some grammar errors I just choose to ignore. Also, despite my utter hatred towards women wearing high heels, I acknowledge that there are times when wearing such shoes is acceptable, even mandatory.
What I mean to say is that there are very little purists out there. Whatever choice you make in life, there’s a part of you that’s going to hate it. Every decision is an equation of an infinite degree, and some factors just need to be factored out. Even the simple choices, because we’re all ignorant towards some things, so we don’t always fully grasp all the implications of our choices. Read the rest of this entry »
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