Sun, 13 Feb 2011
Size matters
Got me one of these bottles at the latest FOSDEM:
For those among you who can't quite make it out: the bottle to the left is a bottle of 'Old Toad', aka OpenSUSE beer.
Wed, 28 Apr 2010
It was a dark and stormy night.
The moon shone through the clouds. The sun didn't. The lightning did. Or, well, didn't.
The beer flew wildly, and changed the food into something of the past. Discussions arose about lasers, ceramic knifes, and stormy nights. Promises were made that were only kept by some, including me, but not including him.
Much was said that mattered little. Little was said that should've been forgotten. Yet much was.
He would've been proud.
Tue, 25 Aug 2009
Shirts
I so want the t-shirt...
Sat, 29 Dec 2007
2008
It's almost newyear, and people tend to do some predictions around that time about what will happen the next year and beyond.
I've never done this, since I tend to find such things quite stupid. But, hell, sometimes you've just got to change your habits, so here goes:
- In december, just about every Belgian radio station will make an overview of either the most popular songs ever, or just the most popular songs of 2008.
- Also in december, just about every Belgian TV station will produce their version of "an overview of the pasts year", and broadcast that.
Fun if people get predictable.
Not that I don't like such overviews, but sometimes you just want to see something interesting when you put your brain in "off" mode.
In addition, 2008 will be the year I turn 30. It will most likely also be the year I move out on my own. More on that later, I guess.
Sat, 16 Sep 2006
Finally,
Google Maps has reached civilization.
Tue, 13 Jun 2006
How not to handle customer relations.
David Woodhouse has an incredible story about how he's been harassed by an incompetent Vodaphone over bills after he'd cancelled the account. It's quite funny—and at the same time, sad.
Fri, 21 Apr 2006
Hmm.
You know all these "FW: Re: FW: Doorst.:" emails your mother seems to be sending you all the time?
At least my mother does. Some of such emails consist merely of a "Warning, there's a new virus out there!", but luckily mom's stopped sending me such mails, after I explained to her how pointless and (especially) incorrect such emails are.
The next stadium was one of those "Please help, cancer kid! Forward this email, please!" which she's now stopped doing, too.
She's even passed the stadium in which she sends jokes, now, and gone towards trivia; today, I got this in my mailbox:
On thursday, may 4th, at two minutes past 1 AM in the morning, the time and date will be the following:
01:02:03 04-05-06
This will never happen again!!!
She's got a point. Of course, this only applies if you live in a place where the time is usually stated in DMY order. But still, that's kinda funny.
But I'm not going to forward it to anyone.
Update: 5.
('course I knew people would react. I just wanted to know how many people would react, given that I'd only be AFK for four hours)
Wed, 29 Mar 2006
Why names are not very useful as a unique identifier.
Sun, 01 Jan 2006
Funny dialog
dad: (while joining us, who're watching the Vienna
New Year's concert on TV) Nice flowers?
mom: No. It's a peasant's fair.
dad: That can be nice too, no? A nice peasant's
fair?
...
Hmm. This might require a bit of explanation.
My mother has been teaching floral design for almost 20 years. She's also managed the flower decorations in the local church for ages. This obviously isn't because she knows nothing about flowers or floral decoration; she obviously does and is, in fact, quite passionate about it.
A result of this is that she can be quite upset when you went to church on christmas eve after she's done quite some work arranging the flowers, and you didn't even notice them (because they are, after all, things meant to be decorations in the background—and you gave your attention to the mass itself). Or that when there's something going on on TV or in real life involving a concert, the church, or something else, she'll first look at the flowers, and only then at whatever else is going on.
As I do, dad also knows this. So his question was really after her expert opinion on whether the flowers were nice. In that light, the final remark is rather... silly.
Some mail is welcome in /dev/null. Real mail, however, is welcome at my email address
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