...I do stuff like this: http://kuroneko.uruchai.net/pub/Blinkblink.xvid.avi. ^^

Why and how, you might ask. I have no idea why, those pointless ideas just run me, I guess.

As for how - I dug around MSDN for some stuff and got this idea when I came across the winapi functions for controlling keyboard states. You know, GetKeyState() and so on. I decided that I haven't written a Pointless Thingie™ in a while and it's about time for one.

For those of you that want more, I'll put the binaries and source here too, but that'll happen sometime in the future. A lot of cleaning needs to be done before I can show this ugly and hacky piece of code to you. :p

Forever pointless,
-n0nst0p

Edit: I put it on youtube as well.

Hisashiburi-dane. ^^
Studies show: females are more attracted to males whose hair is pointing upwards. I have anecdotal evidence! Let us ponder on this for a while. It probably symbolizes a constant state of being erect. Actually, nevermind. I'll just go get my hairgel.

This just in: studies also show that intelligent girls are more depressed. So what can we conclude from this? That the future is for pointy haired guys and brainless bimbos, perhaps?
Life, it seems, is not without a sense of irony. ;)

In the back of your mind, you're probably wondering about the title. Unfortunately no-one can be told what it is. You have to see it for yourself. Unfortunately in the process you will lose your eyesight in a split of a second and the last image in your head will be an extremely disturbing one.
Also, I'm trying to capture the attention of the US government and our own government's KAPO with the word JIHAD. Just to make this blip of existance and aimless, extremely confusing wondering as priceless as possible.
My goals are grand.

Oh, and on a totally different note: I got 75/100 in my Signals and Systems test. I have to put it out here just so my little ego could feel just a tiny bit better when it comes to all this life thing that's been going on recently. Really confusing.

I'm still unsure if I can actually pass the course since the two guys giving it are.. incompetent.
I'm not going to say they are "a shy type that has the brains, but isn't competent and a dumb selfproclaimed-genius egomaniac asshole", as it would be sort of a mouthfull.

For instance, they hadn't prepared todays lecture. At all. Not that I'd be pissed or anything. I forgive them and +1 for admitting it. However, I too miss deadlines and skip homework, so when it comes down to me passing the course, they ought to be atleast as forgiving. Besides, today it was the shy guy giving the lecture. The other one (you know who you are) is loud, talks a lot and absopositively teaches you exactly NOTHING. He might know it, but it always comes out like the first male pregnancy.

Your favourite good for nothing student,
-n0nst0p

Ahh, the mystical All Hallows' Eve, the time where dead once again walk the realm of the living and visit those who they hold in their hearts even after death. The time when, in a far-away country, children put on costumes and run door to door, asking for candy. The time when magic is available to anyone who knows how to ask. The fun, the spirits, the mystic... all so enthralling. Not one of us isn't affected by sheer presence of this day: we feel the ancestral spirits watch over us, guide us in times of need.. The All Hallows' Eve... A true holiday not only for The Pumpkin Patch King...
But that's all yesterday. I'm serious. It's 1AM into the morning of 1st of November.. I'm sitting in a dark, rather dusty and otherwise messy room, typing away on an old keyboard. The only illumination is the twin candles placed strategically(chaotically) around the room. A pleasing, calming scent of peppermint tea rises from a decorated steaming mug on the living room table. The silence in the room is broken only by the clatter of typing and the calm breathing of a demon. Even the demonic presence feels ever so calm, pleasing. The world, although at the moment engulfed in darkness, seems brighter and brighter.. or maybe is it that the demonic presence belongs to me. There is no fear, no hopes, no dreams, no lackings.. just this moment, me, this blog and the surrounding aura.. there is no way for one to translate this.. well, aura: as the candles burn, i feel as i myself am absorbing all the energy in the room.. and even the silence: it's so perfect that even though i am fairly certain that there are people in other rooms, mine is completely silent.. weird, i cannot even hear the ever-roaring Nightmare..
Aaaaaaaaand the moment's gone. Our dear kaber just farted/snored/tortured his bed. So much for that. So, without further ado:
My Halloween!
So, as usual in these parts of Estonia (read: away from home, on vacation), i got up at 11:30, just because the damn buggers were making too much noise.. well, not really, but somehow i manage to completely fail in sleeping over noon in here. Maybe it's the room.. agh, who knows, who cares. Anyways, realized it's All Hallows' Eve and then idled away. Played some games, did some things. Caught up on the series I intend to follow this season and so on.. and then things started happening: first, people started showing up.. out of nowhere came spawns of Hell.. they sat and discussed matters. I felt out of place as they really looked to be form a different hell than me, so I made my leave. I killed a guy on my way to the store.. damn muggers, can't even hold their own against an unarmed demon.. so, when my surroundings shifted from occasionally illuminated darkness to firey red of The Selver, i saw something that made my day a whole lot happier: The cutest thing stood before me as i walked into the store, still trying to remove traces of blood from under my nails(dno how that got there.. maybe when i was transporting the body): She was about 13 years old and was wearing long stockings, a nifty jacket and a skirt that really goes more into the file titled "Belts". She also had a tail and cat-ears. To make things even cuter, another girl, not much younger than her, was painting her whiskers as i stepped in. To my complete and utter surprise, they were both Russian. +1 to Tartu's Russians for that little day-brightening sight. Moving on, i got back and nothing had changed. I chilled and hanged as usual, waiting for the weird ones to take off so i could reclaim my computer..
And then came "I Now Pronounce You Chuck And Larry". Best movie since the last best movie. Tho, well, not really all that great, but it sure had its moments. As i woke up from that trance called Movie, i found that it's already pass midnight.
That was my All Hallows' End. I hope you do not care.
However, if you do, then I will be waiting for your Hallows' Eve impressions in the discuss topic.

Have it in you!
-Muhv

It was almost noon when I got to work. Within only a few minutes from my arrival, a cunning plan was formed. The drinks made by Coca-Cola company have a phone number for free information service on it (800 2653). So, we called it and pretended someone was on the floor shaking and vomiting and all that was because he had been drinking their product every day. The clerk on the other end was obviously quite shocked and serious after hearing all that. One of my colleagues, kindly nicknamed "a bum" was the caller. He had a very serious tone and his voice was nervous and trembling.

If you're under the impression that it was a childish thing to do then you're completely wrong. This was an experiment to determine if those huge evil world dominating corporations that make products that contain stuff which eats through pipes used for acids are actually trying to kill us or is it just our collective paranoid minds making a huge fuzz. And as the study shows, they do indeed care. How come? Well, the clerk suggested that we end this call immediately and call the ambulance. So, you see, they aren't heartless monsters afterall. :p

About the clerk who answered. I'm quite sure we made her day as she made ours by existing for our completely pointless childish endeavours.

-n0nst0p

Well, fuck. A sane person with even the tiniest amount of common sense would know not to mix drinks that probably will cause a chain reaction which culminates in the oh-so-cliché toilet-hugging position.
Not me though. Yeah. I know my limits and what happens if I decide to ignore them, but atleast once a year I make one of those mistakes anyway. Just to give some color to the routine-filled boring daily life of mine ..and suffer afterwards.
Last year it was the programmer's day.. and the two day hangover that followed. One would figure that one learns from one's mistakes, but then one would be horribly wrong when it comes to drinking habbits.
Ignoring the fact that I feel like I'm going to die, I figured I'll show up for work anyway. Just to spice things up. So, here I am. In a clouded state of mind, trying to debug Wavefront OBJ loader.
On that note: who the fuck thought of such a fromat. In the spec it's all nice and neat, but all the freaking 3D modelling programs export the damn thing differently. And it's legal. *sigh*

Oh, and to those that I might have abused yesterday: I'm sorry, I wasn't driving. It was my bastard alter-ego that is even more of a prick than I am.

But I know you're all robots anyway!
-n0nst0p