When you can't algorithm, photowalk

Today I had a rather frustrating time with some algorithms that were later surprisingly easy to conquer but hey, guess I was stuck and needed a break so I decided to say FUCK YOU to the algorithm and go for a photowalk. It was rather lovely being out there on the snow although when I got to the nearest hill's top the air was strangely foul and stank of smoke. Interestingly enough at ground level it's very nice air ...

For the record, I do realise I once promised photowalking on a weekly basis, but I just can't seem to manage that for some reason, must be all that silly work that tends to pile up and the shortnes of days. Pictures are much nicer when taken in well-lit conditions you know.

Why being creative sucks

Creativity is rather awesome, I'm certain we can all agree to that. Creativity drives the world forward, it opens our eyes to new scientific discoveries that sometimes help improve our lives, but mostly just make it more difficult for the average joe to understand. Hell, creativity even opens our eyes to new artistic discoveries, even though I don't think much progress has been made on that front in the past century, regression even, but we're picking up from even that in this new millenia that's slowly getting old so much we might even stop calling it new.

But creativity has a dark side, a very brooding, very dark, very difficult side, a side that is almost unbearable, a side that gives "come to the dark side we have cookies" a whole new meaning, a side that ... oh shut the fuck up, you get the picture right? It's a very dark side.

Everybody creative, for the sake of argument I include myself in this crowd, will probably agree with me when I say that the biggest problem with creativity is the creativity itself. Anythign and everything constantly makes a creative's mind give birth to new wonderful ideas,w hich all seem spectacular and awesome at the time. But when push comes to shove, you suddenly realise you're already working on so many ideas you couldn't possibly start working on another one. So you shelve it.

Once you have time for this wonderful idea, which might be ten minutes later or ten years later, you suddenly realise it's turned cold and damp, very boring, moronic and even, dare I say, mediocre. In short, most of the ideas we come up with never get realised, never come to life and, quite simply, if someone less creative came upon one of them they would cherish and nurture the poor thing until it became ... something.

So if you think you're creative, slow the fuck down, write down everything you come up with no matter how small, and as soon as you find somebody uncreative give them some of your shelved ideas you'll never have time to get to. Perhaps we can make the world a better place one uncreative person at a time.

And so it ends

For the first day of 2009 I've decided to have a proper holiday for once. Unlike the rest of this extraordinarily long holiday season lasting a full 14 days when I have been or, as it is, still will be busy with a bunch of projects that have insane deadlines during or right after the season, today I haven't done any work whatsoever.

So all I did today was have an extremely long lay in with my girlfriend, in fact, we got up only two hours after having woken up and that felt insanely good. No idea why we don't do it more often because she's the utmost divine squeeze. Dear girlfriend, why don't we have lay ins more often, not like we have anything much to do early in the mornings on weekends?

Last night was quite fun as well I might add while I'm digresing like that. Was a tad cold though and the crowd we were with, most of them I'd only just met the previous day or at best this week. Shocking, I know. Not usualy that kind of guy, but hey, need to be a proper student now and anon right?

Anyhow, the rest of what I did today was play with my new chess set. To be honest I can't even remember how long it's been since I first wanted a proper chess set with figures large enough not to make you squint and a nice wooden board that goes tock when you set a piece down. Seriously, whomever invented plastic chess pieces coupled with cardboard boards should be guilliotined.

But since all good things must come to an end I will now have to get back to work and try finishing something today that should've been finished yesterday but alas, wasn't. And oh joy, if I finish it tonight then I have a full three days to do the massive cursework assignment by next week, but at least that's much more fun seeming as how I've found a way to work on my personal project as cursework. Yay.

Please take care to look at the two sexy photos accompanying this post. They are quite awesome.

In year 2009 I will ...

New year's resolutions are a fairly popular phenomenae right about now and since I can't remember ever making any and probably even if I had done them I forgot since they weren't written down, I've decided to once for a change give you a normal blogpost. I will write down my very own new year's resolutions without cynicism, without criticising others for making them, without even calling the population at large stupid for taking this time out of the year to make ground breaking decisions instead of revising their daily lives on a daily basis. No, that will come tomorrow or the day after that. Perhaps.

So, in year 2009 I will ...

... do my best to achieve the target weight I've set for myself quite some time ago and haven't managed to achieve. Despite what you might be thinking this isn't about losing weight, I would like to put on ten more kilograms, but of muscle rather than fat. Fat is too easy.

... do everything in my power to make the next few steps to becoming filthy rich. No silly "oooh rich people be dumb because they take our money durr" from me, no, I will be rich. Rather sooner than later.

... do everything I can to make Twitulater the next best thing since sliced bread and at the very least as popular as TweetDeck. So far it's looking promising, mustn't fuck up now.

... buy a beemer because I've promised mum I'd save up for a vehicle and buy one instead of paying rent at home. But I'd also promised myself my first bought car would be a beemer. Saving up looking promising so far.

... become even more cynical and convoluted than I was so far. Why? Because I love fucking with people and there is no better way to fuck with them than not caring about most of the things you say and being completely reliant on your ability to repair any damage your words do.

... buy a cane because I've wanted one for ages.

... finish first year of uni. I have to, I must stop being so stupid about this whole thing and even though I don't believe in formal education, the rest of the world does and if I ever want to have a backup plan in case all my become-filthy-rich schemes fail I need to have some sort of formal degree.

... try my best to screw with my girlfriend and learn as much as I can about the female psyche from her.

... not push my mental experiments on the girlfriend so far as to damager her or our relationship.

That's it for now I think, have a lot of work to do next year, best get cracking right away.

Seven christmas truths

Was going to write a post about anything, pour out some thoughts for you, one of my boring essays that for some reason you all keep reading, yes both of you. But since, given my current mood, that would instill too much fear and spoil someone's holidays I've decided just to play the tag game of spouting seven truths about oneself. Sparkica tagged me, now I feel so included and recognised it's almost heartwarming.

1. I find miss piggy extremely sexy, always have, always will. For some reason this extends to real girls, just keep them round and juicy, I need something to hug comfortably without fear of breaking myself on a bone.
2. I often go out of my way to say something in such a manner as to allow for it to become a quote later on. Most of the time they won't become quotes, but it's a valiant effort.
3. Political correctness is bullshit. Nobody cares people and you should understand that any time you do something politically correct it just makes the rest of us laugh.
4. I severely dislike people who get hung up on petty and frivolous crap all the time. Sadly this means I also hate most women because it often seems they don't do much else than get hung up on petty frviolous crap and in silly ways nontheless.
5. Emos ... don't even get me started, you guys ruined perfectly good music with your stupid behaviour and clothes so that now we can't listen to it just because it's emo. Fuck you.
6. I hate that at times I'm still too teenagery and care about something being emo or not. Why should I care? All that matters is whether I like it or not. Bah, stupid silly person.
7. I wear only black not because it's such an awesome colour, not becuase it's simple and neither because it's slimming. I wear it because according to traditional colour theory black staves off evil and protects a person from bad crap. Sadly some people don't know this and continue to throw bad crap my way despite my clothes.

So there you have it, seven truths about myself and now I'm supposed to list seven other bloggers, but here's the catch. I don't really know seven other bloggers who aren't niche specific, but follow the slovene convention of blogs being personal nonsense sputtering places. So here's a list of what I can think of: had, rat on crack, robert basic, dr. onyx and fuck, that's it.

No wonder I have so few readers! I'm not doing much reading myself, crud.