Second meetup of G55, i.e. the maturski org. committee. Set with Dragana to pick her up again, this time with the van. I had hooked up the charger two days ago, and it turned out I managed to charge it okay, so better let it go for a little ride. I'd have to start it up anyway, to park back it in its place, as it was sitting there on the neighbor's lawn since the last charging. It's become an electric vehicle, recharge the battery before each use, just like Go's Civic was when she moved to Seattle.
Just when I was contemplating options for dinner, she called, asking where I was. I realized the cause on the spot and „ah so it's not at 19?“ „no, now“ „okay, coming“. And I picked her up and we arrived while they were still counting the quorum, are we all here, should we wait for more people etc. Pretty much the same folks - chaired by Borko this time, Bora, Jozda of the better known here, a dozen others. Two of regulars absent, three new ones, so to speak, nobody is actually new. We agreed not to have a band, it's both costly and too loud, no bands ever learned to play less loud, so instead I.B. just renewed her contact with Trle and he's not just willing, but already started to prepare the playlist, and birthed dozen ideas on how to do it all. Of those we immediately rejected the one where we'd enter the dining hall solemnly by divisions. Such an entrance made sense at the solemn academy in 1974, when we entered a full hall. This time the IV1, all six of them (girls, they had just one guy, if he's still alive), would enter an empty one, therefore a masturpiss.
I got saddled with doing not just the slideshow, and not only during the academy, but during the party as well, and to write the show scenario. gimnazija doesn't have a choir anymore, so that'll be screwy on one side, we do need one to sing the Gaudeamus, and on the other side we may easily end up with something with a saint in its name, in which case I announced resignation from the academy altogether, don't want to spoil anything.
I wasn't the only one with bad short term memory - on the way back Dragana kept looking for Joda on the parking lot, having already forgotten that we came with the van. And we weren't even drinking, she had a mineral and I a coffee, a nesulja, there was no domestic, it's a kafić.
We drank on saturday the last time, that was the last. I do sip one shot of the summer savory tincture as nightcap, but even that I almost forget, it often takes me two hours to drink it, and also happens that I find almost half a shot in the morning. Once not almost but actually. The kids are okay, Linda sometimes calls for mama, but that's more for dramatic effect, almost a song. They all consider it okay that mama has a vacation.
Nina arrived there okay, sent a selfie with the guy next morning. When I sent I sent them the russian joke about Tehas (JFK calls, asks „how are you, descendants, conquered communists already... ah at war... with Texas? Against whom?“, which is a rerun of the same joke of last year, when Gagarin calls and „...with Ukraine, and against whom?“), she clicked a reaction right away, now whether it was from the phone or laptop, I wouldn't know.
For sGradlj.com I finally went into doing the rest of it in Dabo, bent on finding why does it keep the controls minimized (because I didn't tell it to expand them, that I already knew, it's that this time I found where to tell it), and by twentyseventh I finished going over both sets of text. I had to do that, because the conversion put the paragraphs together. There weren't too many of them, the texts aren't long, but still there was work. I could copy from the source again, just the text, through the stevka, but I'd bang my head with the main reason for conversion, that under wine I don't have the šđžčćŠĐŽČĆ anymore, so I'd have to chase and fix that. Which I did do, a handful of times, in the english text, but actually welcomed the chance to go through the whole thing. Oh fuckit, how many things I just omitted completely, and then what stuff I wrote in four places, as soon as I forgot I wrote it and where... I took note on a few more complicated cases, so I'll smooth them out slowly, when I write the rest of the app. So far I have enabled editing and saving, everything else can come later.
On twentyeighth we barbecued, two kilos of ćevapčići. Raja ate a dozen, Violet seven or eight. The kids are no problem, more or less, there's less dispute among them. Linda stopped squealing and screaming for nothing, Sanda started taking naps at random times, and they all switched to daytime, only Violet is still going to sleep late in the afternoon or early in the evening, and wakes up at some wee hour. Still better than when she slept from 10 to 18.
In the afternoon I noticed something new... when I ran statcounter.prg, I noticed in the headline that it doesn't say „brojaé“ anymore, it's back to regular „brojač“... They fixed it. Yup, I ran an update last night. Too late now, for half a year nobody even curses me, now you did it when I already migrated, not going back. Meanwhile, Linda and her baba hit the aquarel, and if maybe experience and numerous yoochoobe videos mean advantage in technique, youth and imagination still prevail.
Yandex found what others didn't (want to) - place to play bejewelled2. While I played (not making more than 20 levels, it's slow with the touchpad, was easier with the mouse... this is about 200000 in score. Eh, used to make more than two million back in the day. The current version's semaphore is frozen, doesn't show score before the end of game), Nina started sending pictures. They got snow there in Dakota, eh. She didn't get the job with them usurers, but she applied at few more places in the area. Scheduled an interview with insurers, of health industry type, next week. One can't find any honest job anymore.
Thirtieth. Bajlo called, to report that Kristina's husband died, bone cancer. Was active to the very end - this december he went to Greece, on a motorbike. And she with him. Who'd a thunk... she was probably the mysterious lady of the class, kept mostly to her self, the silentologist. Well, well.
The other news is that Staša had a surgery, they removed the sideways asshole and put him back together, to shit like a man.
I recited the official news about the maturski, as a g55 member, and then called Dragana just to spoil his element of surprise. Partially late, he already blurted out the first bit, but I was faster with the other. Her he called via Viber, me via Skype, what with hi rez video from his phone.
The younger Aziri brother came by, to return what his guy packed by mistake - the regular pliers, little spatula and wire brush. I returned his taburet that he forgot to take and said this is not all, check your stuff. I remembered the Unior pliers... Said he was in France for two months. Yeah, right, and when Safet called he said you were in Novi. I believe everything your say. There's still the drywall knife with silvery handle, red dustpan with brush, small blue minus screwdriver, short led light.
On thirtyfirst I clicked at random at a link offered in the browser, it said „bedžjevjeljed“ (in russian) and look there, it's a clean rewrite of bejewelled2. What I tried to play the other day was the old one from 2008 which wasn't it anymore, the software rotted. It was written in Flash, which isn't really supported anymore, so it was quite slow (even on a beast of a mac), and wasn't showing the current score, stayed 1234 for the whole game, and was quite small on screen (well, who ever beat you up your ears to go for pixels and not vectors) and it would also get stuck. Now this one is done right. And I got hooked a bit again. Stayed until two, long enough to read when Nina reported taking off from Sioux Falls, and again that she's on the next plane.
In the morning I already reduced the play, I'd spend only every second smoke break playing. Nina reported from Amsterdam at 11:48 and that she's got no earlier flight to Belgrade, „there are two in the morning and that one in the evening, to collect them layovers“. For lunch we'll have, of course, sarma, nostalgia express, which Raja accompanied by pinching his nose, even going out for a breather on the terrace, nose still pinched. Well this is how we can get him to get some fresh air.
The sarma was, of course, great. Tried to take a nap after lunch, but it didn't work, so took another after dinner, that one did, I got confused like a turkey chick (turkeyling?). When she woke me up, it took me all of three seconds to remember what when where. And then all orderly, had another half coffee, ran Joda to a carwash, which I again paid with a nicked two hundred banknote, what does an automat know, its job is to recognize the banknote, not to check its territorial integrity. Arrived at the airport a whole hour before time, walked around the building, went twice for a smoke pause. Eavesdropped bits of dutch and russian, both sounded cute.
Just when I thought she was under her own influence and will again come out the last or have the luggage lost, there she comes, exactly half an hour after the landing. At 0:21 we took a selfie at the parking lot, at 1:15 we were at home. If none of the clocks are lying, then this is the record time, 50 minutes from Surčin to home. And I wasn't really stepping on it, it's that the road was empty - after Čenta I didn't even have to lower the headlights.
The kids were happy to see her (in Sanda's case later, as she was asleep already), and we two went upstairs to celebrate having drunk nothing for 12 days. And we got hit by the first one a bit, which usually doesn't happen, while the other three went down normally.
У уторак смо се издиванили са *** нема ги падеж _маја:6 овди ***, она у Атини ми у поткровљу, ударио мек на мека, слика савршена, она одлично изгледа, онај трудбенички сјај, а сад како је у четвртом месецу, већ се види и стомачић. Нешто мало, тек да није раван. Каже одлично се проводи и друштво је добро, чак размишља како да довуче *** нема ги падеж _ИванБатић:4 овди ***, „ми серијски радимо заједно“.
Talked at length with Lena on friday, 2nd, she in Athens and we upstairs, a mac hitting on a mac, image perfect, she looking brilliant, the labourer's shining, and now being in fourth month the tummy is already curved a bit. Not by much, just to be not flat. Says she's having good fun there, the gang is good, even considers how to drag Milan in there, as „we serially work together“.