spotify versus last.fm

spotify is shit imho. the ads are a pain and the voices they use recently are driving me mad. i quit watching tv a few years ago because of this. i can dig perfectly pronounced british, but the people who speak in those interruptive messages are hand picked by some psychologist with a sole agenda [...]

2:19 – 6:30

in the past i used to sleep six hours if i went to bet at twelwe, today i went to bed at 2:19 and got up at 6:30. further, i used to think my dad had a problem because he was (and is) very easily awoken, but today the cause of my waking up might [...]

teh lol

dear diary
i just read some of the early posts. what a bunch of crap. most of it doesn’t even make sense. ive slept about eight hours the last thee days, but i sure as hell want to write a new post right now.

resume previous session?

let’s be honest, firefox crashes sometimes. often because of flash, other times becasue it wants to. upon restarting the app, you might get a greeting like so:
which is pretty much self explanitory. If you want to skip this behaviour (the whole reason why im writing this actually) , open up your about:config, which then [...]

forced idea

no eternal wisdom can be reduced to a sentence.

eth0: no link during initialization.

I just spent about four hours figuring out why there was no `internet’ on one of my hosts. The one with this website, actually. I rebuilt the binary which asks `the lan’ for ip leases, I tried plugging in and configuring a different network interface card from my chest (of treasures), I recompiled the kernel [...]

bad habit

I woke up with the same cloud
in my head as when I passed out.
not being able to detach of this
painful state of mind, has
been going on too long.
the control over my mind was
turned over without even my noticing.
it is now a habit.
such manipulative cunning is subject
to adoration in my corrupted mind.
because it tickles my senses [...]

tired now

before,
I could sleep
before the deja vu,
when I pass out
after trying to sleep,
after waking up tired and
after dreaming a day
I hunger for sleep during night.
but that was before.
now I pass out.

a mind in time

The eyes are weary. While the mind is delayed.
A delay which is… A delay which is impossible to recognize.
The eyes can’t see it because it’s in the head.
And feels like space. Weary eyes wouldn’t see space.
I wish I could at least touch it.
Yet the delay isn’t awkward.
It’s comfortable, even though I’d be better off sleeping.
Imagine [...]