I’m sure this (or variants of) has been done many times before, but what the hell. There might be more I can do with it later.
Archive for June, 2004
Caricature
Wednesday, June 30th, 2004zion.net
Thursday, June 24th, 2004My home network is finally starting to resemble something useful. Previously, all my computers only had one network card each, so I could only network two at a time, and things never settled into a reasonable order. Now I have two network cards in my powermac 7300, so I’m using it as a server/router. It took a couple of frustrating nights (I forgot to turn on ip forwarding the second night, did it accidentally the first. Doh!), but now I’m sharing an internet connection across all 3, and I don’t even have to become root to turn on masquerading anymore (something I should have done years ago).
Three cheers for me.
Next comes file sharing. I think I’ll try samba this time. We’ll see what happens from there.
FixMe the robot
Monday, June 14th, 2004
He’s not really a robot. He’s a human being who’s mind has been messed with too much, and now he’s broken…
This isn’t exactly what I had envisioned. I blame my terrible drawing skills (although I think I’m improving). On the other hand, it looked better on paper. So I also blame my poor colouring skills.
More line art
Monday, June 14th, 2004
Insomnia
Monday, June 14th, 2004
This photo was taken (really badly) by one of my friends, at a dart station somewhere in Dublin, sometime after Slane 2003…
The wierd lines were drawn by me. I’m not sure why.
I also don’t know why they go together. Well, I came up with a reason after the fact, but that doesn’t really count, right?
Well, at least it’s something interesting to do with a bad photo and some useless line art. I might do something similar with the cartoon I drew a while back.
I don’t want to sleep when there are so many interesting things to do. My computer’s overheating though, so I’m going to go do something interesting and computer unrelated.
Ciao.
Strange place
Monday, June 14th, 2004Right now, I’m in that strange place where I stop trying to control everything, stop trying to figure it all out and just let myself be. I always end up here after a period of extreme confusion and emotional turmoil.
It never lasts.
A very delicate thing, this peace. I want to stay here forever, but every move I make upsets the balance . Even my awareness and awknowledgement of it is a sign of my relentless self-assessment kicking back in. Soon, the confusion will return.
This is just the eye of the storm.
Your humble narrator
Saturday, June 12th, 2004
…is a pretentious fuck. Ooh, look at me all tilty headed and half in shadow, aren’t I cool.
I’ve been getting a lot of wierd creative impulses recently. Clearly this is a sign that I should ignore them occasionally.
On the other hand…
Wednesday, June 2nd, 2004Maybe I will repeat the exam and continue my course after all. I was never really led to believe that I’m capable of doing anything I put my mind to, and so, I’m not.
Sure it’s only a life right? It doesn’t matter if I never find myself, or if I’m never happy. Nobody really is anyway. My parents aren’t. They’re trying to convince me that materialism and a high-paying job are the way to go, and it doesn’t even satisfy them. Despite all the luxuries they shower on themselves, they’re still empty. They’re still just killing time until time kills them.
But maybe that’s all I can really hope for.