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I’m a dreamer, a distant dreamer :)

Yes, some of you might recognize the title words as lyrics by Duffy. It’s true, I like the album, a lot. Her official site, however, not so much (I’ll be thinking of Vulcans for the rest of my life everytime someone says ‘however’, no doubt about that).

But I will not steal from my own evening TV time to talk about that. Nuh-uh.

So, believe it or not, I’ve been officialy employed for a month and a half now. Netipi─Źni d.o.o. is where I now do what I used to do from home. Code websites, that is :)

In short: I’m satisfied, and (thank god!) the people who work there are quite (haha) normal and easy to get along with.

My backache is killing me, and I haven’t been able to sleep enough lately, but I’ll blame that on the godawful summer in the city too, not just on my impossible way of life and inability to adjust myself to the 9-5 routine. I’ll survive, don’t worry ;)

What else…

You know how WordPress adds ‘category’ in urls when the page is an category archive? I’ve created a plugin that gets
rid of it. But you’ll also need another plugin to make it work. I’ve
been testing it for the past few weeks and haven’t noticed any hickups.
Read on.

I’ve also switched from TinyMCE to WYMeditor and I’m liking it so far. You can download it as a WordPress plugin from here: http://wordpress.org/extend/plugins/simple-wymeditor/. I’ve tweaked its CSS files to suit the WordPress 2.5 color scheme better:WYMeditor

If you like it, you can download the tweaked files from here:

wymeditor-wp25-css.zip

Just paste the two directories over in the ‘wymeditor’ folder (the one residing inside the ‘simple-wymeditor’ folder, if you’re using it as a WordPress plugin) and overwrite the files.


I installed Habari and I like it – it’s fast and feels stable, but it’s also very young and needs more work. I’ll dig in when I find some time.

I’m working with Silverstripe, too, but I can’t say that I’m becoming fond of it. Dunno… Although it seems to be a great piece of software, it just doesn’t feel right for me.

I know I had more stuff in my head that I wanted to write about, but I can’t really remember anything else right now, I’m feeling a bit sleepish :)

I’ll be taking two weeks off starting next Tuesday, gotta start working on my final paper and get that diploma out of my way. Fingers crossed ;)

Music? Something new? Hmm. We’ll see.

Laters :D

Getting off

One more year and I’ll have my diploma. I’ll be free to do whatever I want with it, even burn it if I feel like it. Not that I plan to do that. Although, I have considered the option.
Unfortunately, that would just piss some people off — my parents, for example. But the thing is – I don’t really need a diploma. I have knowledge. And I got that knowledge by reading, working, messing around with computers, with software, by learning from other people on and off the net — by doing stuff in real-world situations. And it seems like I need a diploma from some third-grade "school" to prove it. I don’t. I don’t plan to work for anyone but myself. But… You never know what kind of shitty old chocolate you may find in that box, so you better be carrying guns. Or a diploma. Get it if you can. Knowledge is power, especially if it’s certified. Nerd power.

A comforting thought: life sucks even if you’re a billionaire.

Mr. Nenad "16×16" Jalsovec ".org" of Counterclockwise fame is one of the few sad, little people who have applied for some public ass-kicking in the beginning of 2008. And paid a small entrance fee for it. I’m, of course, talking about the IGF – Independent Gaming Festival, and this very paragraph’s first sentence is what people refer to as sarcasm. It’s that kind of a day today, so please bear with me.
While Nenad is crunching the numbers code, I’m learning how to fart working on the sound effects and music, but it’s all still very messy at the moment. The game is addictively playable and very kick-assy old-school in a way and it’s gonna be universally awesome. This is, of course, a hyperbolic statement – but truthful, nevertheless. You’ll get a chance to play it yourself in a couple weeks, anyway.

No new music from me. I’ve had no inspiration lately. I hope this year will go by and be forgotten as fast as the new "Bionic woman" will should be.

Love, peace, beer, no kids.

This is Dexter I’ve got a 2 month old kitten with me. I named him Dexter. Quite appropriately, I must say, as it’s a flesh-eating killer cat. I’ve got worse scars on me than Amy Winehouse had after she got in a fight with her own husband last month (or maybe it was back in September?). But I like him. I freaking love this allovermycables-peeing little piece of fur. But I’m sadly aware of the fact that I’ll have to find him a new home soon. I’m one of those ever-worrying freak-people. Unfortunately. Fingers crossed for a great new home for little Dexter? Yes, please :)

Also: I’ve played Half-life 2 Episode 2 and I liked it a lot. I’m going to play Portal over the weekend, it looks promising. I still have Minerva to finish (very cool).

Have a great weekend, y’all.

An evening as any other

I’ve spent the last 2 hours going through the Extralife comics from the beginning. I’ve stopped at 2004-03-26. I will continue tomorrow because my eyes are starting to hurt. It’s a great comic series, really funny stuff, mostly about geeks and gamers. And games. And superheroes.

Now I’m going out to buy some snacks. I’m gonna need those snacks along with the beer that I’ve already bought earlier, because when I get back, I’m going watch one episode of The X Files before a rerun of the last episode of Seinfeld starts. I wouldn’t want to miss that.
And then I’m going to watch another two episodes of The X Files until I pass out on the couch.

I will probably wake up around 6:13 AM, when the bladder kicks in, do the necessary and move to bed.
I will probably pull the window shades down, too, so I could sleep properly, I can’t sleep if I’m illuminated by sunlight.

I could have probably written this on Twitter too, in steps. But this is easier. I guess.

I’m excited about tomorrow. Frak.