The internet is vast and it is large, but most of all it's huge beyond comprehension. Today we are going to look into a very interesting aspect of internet life – drama. Just why exactly does it exist and why the hell is it even remotely tolerated?

Well I have no idea, but I can tell you a little bit about it. Many people get very personal with online communities and that's good, it's very good in fact, but it can go a bit too far. For example when people leave for extended periods of time and then return, they mostly tend to announce their return with a thread and try making a big fuss about it. This isn't too bad, it shows them who's still available that they remember and it brings old friends together … all around pretty decent.

The really annoying ones are those who choose to publicly announce their leaving and try making it a big deal. Almost like "Look at me, I'm leaving because I don't like you all, now I want you all to cry over me even though I claim I will never check back again at all." Firstly, why would you need a thread that you're never checking again? Secondly why should we feel bad about loosing you? Clearly you don't like us and we probably don't like you either.

A forum I'm frequenting lately is going through this right now. A person was being a total tart in the IRC channel, or so rumour has it, and it was so bad as to make the poor admin-lass claim she hates IRC all over and that it reminded her of why she hated people in the first place … she isn't returning. The person got banned and then walced onto the forum, made a big triumphant post about leaving forever and eve, and that they blocked everyone from the board they had on MSN or any other IM. Yay, good for you mr. person, why are you telling us this again? Being an attention seeking spoilt brat are we?

In conclusion, don't make internet drama, it makes you look like a twelve year old.

No včeraj je bil zadnji dan mature zatorej zadnji dan, ko se je bilo treba vsaj približno obremenjevati s čimerkoli povezanim s srednjo šolo. Prav, še vedno je treba čakati na rezultate, ampak to me sploh ne skrbi, ker za vstop na izbrani faks potrebujem samo, da zdelam, čreva pa mi pravijo, da bom dobil veliko več kot to, bomo videli.

Medtem, tukaj je nekaj upočasnjenih posnetkov vodnih balonov, zelo vredno ogleda.

Well yesterday was the last day of A-levels making it the final day of having to even remotely worry about something high school related. Sure I still have to wait for the results, but that doesn't trouble me much because all I need to be accepted into my chosen university is a pass. My gut tells me I'll get heaps more than just a pass, we'll see.

In the meantime here are some high speed water balloon videos. Quite amazingly awesome, wish my eyes could do high speed.

ÄŒe mi je bil Kubntu še tako všeč in sem mislil, da bo pravi sistem za vsakodnevno delo, je bilo preveč problemov, ki me, ponovno, silijo v menjavo pingvinov, ki poganjajo zobnike mojega diferenčnega stroja.

Eden takih velikih problemov je bila popolna nezmožnost nastavitve mojega Wacoma za delo s Photoshop 7 ali celo popolnoma virtualno verzijo Windowsov. Preprosto ni delalo in ker počnem veliko grafičnih umetničarij, si tega preprosto ne morem privošÄiti. Drug problem je bila velika težava z nastavitvijo požarnega zidu, saj Kubuntu iz neznanih razlogov ni zaganjal iptables pri vsakem zagonu. Nepredstavljivo.

Zatorej danes začenjam selitev nazaj na Gentoo, kar bi moral storiti že včeraj pa nekako nisem. Škoda je le, da ta migracija traja nekako tri dni, ampak bo vsaj računalo neuporabno in se bom lažje učil.

As much as I enjoyed Kubuntu and thought it would do great as the system I do my work on, there have simply been too many wrongs with it and I am forced to, yet again, change the penguins that drive the gears in my difference machine.

One such very big problem was the impossibility of making my Wacom work with Photoshop 7 or even a completely virtual version of Windows. It just wouldn't work and doing a lot of graphic artistry I can't be having that, it's a vital tool. Another is the almost impossibility of setting up a proper firewall, for some reason Kubuntu just did not start up iptables on every reboot. Crazy.

Therefore I'm commencing the move back to Gentoo today, should've started it yesterday, but somehow did not. The sad fact is that it will take about three days, but at least the computer will be of no use and I'll be able to do more studying.

Včeraj sem se malček igral z Getrude, mojim LEGO trebuchetem in se odločil posneti kratek video bedne kvalitete. Moral bi bil to spraviti na blog že včeraj pa mi je nekak ušlo iz misli.

Was playing with Gertrude, my LEGO trebuchet yesterday and decided to make this video of quite crappy quality. Should've blogged it yesterday, but it somehow slipped my mind.

Edvard Drugi je stara zares stara igra, ki jo je napisal Christopher Marlowe v elizabetinskih časih zgodnje moderne anglešÄine, korzetov in umazanije, veliko umazanije. Imela je že veliko reinterpretacij, eno od njih v ljubljanski Drami.

Niti sanja se mi ne kako dolgo je že v repertoarju, vendar sem jo šel gledat prejšnji petek. Zastonj. Ja, prijazni gospodje in gospe gledališÄa so talali po dve karte za eno od štirih predstav vsem lastnikom abonmajskih vstopnic. Eden takih sem bil tudi sam in tako sem izbral Edvarda Drugega, ker mi je bila od vse izbire najmanj poznana.

Drama je bila, nepresenetljivo, nabito polna s samo dvema meni znanima praznima sedežema v, na srečo, taki poziciji, da sem lahko prestavil svojo rit v iskanju boljšega pogleda. Res bi bilo treba nekaj storiti glede vidljivosti v tej stoletni hiši … Kakorkoli, predstava je bila razumsko dolga in zanimiv ogled. Igralci so spektakularno uprizorili tako staro predstavo in celo pomanjkanje scenografije je dodalo pridihu elizabetinskega dvorišÄa. Občutek je bil pravi, čeprav je bilo prvič videti zadnjo steno odra malček dolgočasno.

Ko je glavni igralec, Škof, slekel vsa oblačila, je bilo vse skupaj nekako presenetljivo, saj se kaj takega nedvomno v pravem časovnem obdobju ne bi na odru nikoli zgodilo. Ko pa so ga začeli stresati krči in je njegova oprema letala naokoli je stvar skoraj prestopila v polje grozljivke. Ampak kaj čmo, tako je pač moderno gledališÄe, nagota povsod.

Edward the Second is an old play, a very old one indeed, written by Christopher Marlowe back in the Elizabethan times of early modern English, corsets and dirt, a lot of dirt. The play has been reinterpreted many a time, one of those being by the local playhouse.

I have no idea how long it's been in their repertoir, but I went to see it last Friday. For free. Yes, the lovely gents and ladies of the playhouse gave two free tickets to a choice of one of four plays to whomever was in posession of a season ticket. I was one of them and chose Edward the Second because it was the least known to me.

The playhouse was, unsurprisingly, packed full with only two empty seats known to me, luckily in such a position I could shift my arse to them and get a better view. Something should really be done about visibility in that 100 year old building … Anyway, the play was reasonably long and very fun to watch. THe actors did a spectacular job of interpreting such an old piece and even the scarcety of the scenography brought out that elizabethan theater flavour. It felt right, even though seeing the very back wall of the stage for the first time was a bit boring.

When the lead actor took off all his clothing I was taken by surprise because I didn't think anyone would put nudity in a play of such oldness, because it would not be done back then I don't think. When he went into convulsions and his equipment jumped around … it was a bit odd to say the least. But c'est la vie, that's modern theater for you, nudity galore.

Heh, pripovedovanje vsega, kar je treba povedati si je iz kronosa vzelo večji presledek od pričakovanega. Vseeno, naprej na našem poslanstvu za svetovno prevlado.

The Willows je revija, ki je pred nedavnim izdala svojo prvo inkarnacijo in naročil sem jo še isti dan. Na žalost je njen prihod trajal nekaj več časa zaradi nekakšne napake na njihovem koncu in ker, kot kaže, sistem za pošiljanje sploh še ni bil vzpostavljen, ko so naročila že sprejemali. Ampak ne zamerim jim, tako ali tako nisem imel časa brata niti, ko je končno prispela.

Izdaja se je ponašala s čudovito črno zunanjostjo z belimi slikarijami in pisarijo in je s svojim pogledom instantno privlačila. Branje me je popeljalo naravnost nazaj v dni Lovecrafta in Poeja, čeprav Poe teoretično ne spada v ta žanr. Zgodbe so predstavljale prav prijeten izbor, moji komplimenti uredniku. Dodatek kratkih poudarjenih citatov v telo zgodbe na vsaki strani je revijo prijetno poživil in ji pridal tisti duh po poznem 19. stoletju.

Najbolj mi je bil pri srcu dodatek ene ali dveh izmišljenih reklam, ki so časovnemu obdobju odlično pristajale. Pristanek na teh straneh je resnično polepšal moj dan, saj so bile postavljene v parodičen ton reklam, ki bi jih taka revija resnično lahko vsebovala. V končni fazi je bila revija prijetna oživitev pozabljenega žanra; druga izdaja bo zagotovo romala v moj poštni nabiralnik. Priporočam vsem, da si priskrbijo svojo.