15-VII-2024.
Yesterday the ten days without statistics on sGradlj.com expired. The webinator worked until the fourth, and then it was my turn for the big upgrade of everything on the host. And it did become much faster, and... well, logs are still accumulated like before, and whoever is interested may download them and take a look. Which I almost considered worth doing, which would then be third or fourth incarnation of statcounter.prg, but wasn't in a hurry because the logs are kept for months, and I could download them each month... But today they switched on the AwStats, which does the same just somewhat differently... and finally it properly filters out those views which shouldn't count at all, which are coming from various bots, search engines and other buttcrawlers... which, it seems, makes for about 80% of traffic on sites like this. Not of overall traffic on the net, the champion there is allegedly the porn, if we weigh it, i.e. measure in megabytes. By the numbers of 21st, it seems that I had about 15% of real visits, so instead fo expected 70000 (or 12000 by webinator) I should settle for those 10800, which looks more realistic. Or should I start recording both, but that would mean messing with statcounter.prg again.
In the afternoon it happened that Alisha was a bit late, so Sanda and Linda were at a loss, what to do now, and then, of course, the easy thing to do was to call baba and deda. It's usually, like today, a chat of some dozen minutes, or like next day, when Alisha left already and they waited for Rein to come and pick them. Sanda came to a bright idea to play „guess in which hand I hold it“ over Telegram, just like we played live so many times while they were here. She's quick to understand what which medium can and what it can't do...
The temperature is permanently above 37, up to 39 today. My first plan for the frendz parti was that they should pick a rakija, but rakija is drunk at room temperature, not this warm, so I decanted a liter of pear an hour ahead and left it in the refrigerator. She prepared everything - swept and mopped the floor, made salad (everything from the backyard, including five bolivian as decoration on the dry meats and cheese), fried some salties and potatoes in the frajer, and one turkey thigh in the oven. Those turkeys must be ostrich sized. Amazingly, that thigh sat in the freezer for more than a year and there was nothing wrong with it, because it was properly vacuumed. This sunday she pohovan'd two chicken thighs and drumsticks which spent far less in there, but the bag wasn't so airtight, so they had a bit of a smell... of fish. The cats liked exactly that.
Dragana and Borče appeared around time, and it all went by its usual course. The only dispute of some importance was around, wait for it, what's considered a funeral in case of cremation, is it the passing of the coffin into the underground, where it will be queued for incineration (not the coffin itself, they are taken out from the coffin, which is then returned to some Topalovići), or is it the laying of the urn into the columbarium... for which fine [dick] is it called a pigeon coop? Borče had the loudest stance and zero experience on the matter; we two attended one such and Dragana some fisix times.
The other story was mine, about taking a new ID (v. 17-IV-1996.), which was somehow a segue from Dragana's story of that idiot sueing again about her apartment, with the charges being not against her this time but rather against the cadaster, over some error in the procedure. Guess they didn't respond to some request of his within the legal timeframe, and when they did there was some snafu in how it was formulated, so he picked that. The best he can get s to get a new, corrected certificate. We wandered what's the deal, why does the guy keep doing it, he's beating that dead horse for seventeen years and sucking [dick] each time, she said his idea was to make a staircase and so put the space together, and make thus a cafe. Well good luck with that, there's already a cafe by the fifth entrance...
Dragana and I switched to wine, tikveš roze, and them two to beer, black nikšićko. After four cans and a liter vanished it was pretty obvious that the beer was gone and we wouldn't be opening another [bottle of] wine, I poured half a shot of pear to everyone. I got pretty skilled with exact pouring, no matter how much I drank. We split some time after two.
Of course, I showed them a bit of that interview of Lena's, and the next day, when I made the photos, sent them the link to it too. In the evening we talked with Lena, the pregnancy is near its completion, it got lowered already, just waiting for the day. She said it would be [for] the best if she overcarried by a day or two, to make it past the weekend and to have her doctor return from vacation. She feels fine, even the headaches stopped, she was only slightly fucked up with a certain muscle lower in the back, so she took to doing a bit of yoga, and it helped. Well it's easy for you, you have a personal instructor. Ah, no, she said, she watched a video of yoga for pregnants, though the gal there is pretending with a fake belly, it's easy to do pushups with that, knowing you may press it as you like.
On eighteenth we made noodles again, didn't for months already. The eggs cropped up... she already shoved seventy more eggs into the freezer, and we eat them for dinner every other day, and the hens still stay ahead of us. Meanwhile we emptied one barrel of noodles. This winter we made noodles upstairs in the salon, but it's scorching hot up there now. Well, we can do that downstairs now - we took down that workbench of hers (v. 01-X-2012.), parked it by the aquarium in the bedroom and finished the batch in two hours. Fifteen eggs gone.
On nineteenth our phone started working out of the blue. A technician called to check the line, said the switchboard has gone crazy, what a chaos it was, took them a while to fix it. I used the chance to ask him does he hear the crackling sound that I hear, says no, it sounds clear on his side, okay thanks, then it's a phone, have a spare. Replaced it with the bigger one of the two phones we brought from the old house, and we'll see.
If this spring we leaned on boiled eggs, now we switched to three sunny side up, with minced bacon. That is, she fries them for my dinner, doesn't dine herself. Just when I thought I'll never be able to devour three eggs in one meal, now it seems I finally grew up to the task. The tomatoes and the bread are, of course, homemade. The tomatoes are from the backyard, none of it from the garden. The bread she'd bake and slice the loaf into two-day doses (and daily from october on, because the remaining half could get moldy while waiting its turn) and park them in the small freezer in the fridge. Thaws it in the mirko, comes up fresh like new. The dinner of champions.
Even so we barely cope with the eggs, the hens lay more than we can consume. I can't even guess how many frozen eggs we have in the freezer, and we have made a load of noodles already, the barrels are all full.
And I finally removed the two bits of framing from python version of fes, it had a two pixel stripe below the image and an empty status bar on the bottom. Looks much better now.
Go continues her production of fun stuff and the rest. Eh, this is how the Matrix would have looked almost fifteen years ago, had I managed to catch the red one in Richmond. But apart from the color, everything else looked exactly like this.
There's an addition on 20th: a shot of Neša with a bowl of soup and a plate with a burger from the Burger King. For the soup he gives a thumb up, for the burger a thumb down. Bo's comment: „How do you know that you properly upbrougt your child? When he refuses to eat burger king 🍔🍟, asks for mom's soup 🤗“. Baba's grandchild... and got used to real meat.
Looking how these three emojis appeared just like that when I pasted them from Telegram... they survived even the conversion into cyrrilics, and being pasted into this wxPython editbox... Then tried elsewhere. Hm... in xed (text editor) it appears just like that, in a terminal window too, in waterfox (in the generated html for this aritcle and in the searchbox), in python command mode, launched in a terminal window, in TotalCmd's command line (actually something „double sargeant“ on linux, mentally same to me)... only wine won't recognize it. And then everywhere exactly those icons, seems like something system level. Started as honest fun with funny letter combinations in 1990... and now it's in the foundations of the system. If it inserts them funn pics into a terminal window, which is allegedly strictly dry text only... Well then maybe it is dry text... picked it apart and it turns out that burger and fries are spelt as f09f8d94f09f8d9f, so they indeed are characters in unicode (i.e. utf-8). Where do I file a protest over the lack of characters for ćevapčići and sarma in that alphabet?
Since they left, I finished watching Stari Drek, then took to watching what else I may find. And found „Three body“, the original chinese series (and I have no intention to watch Netflix's remake)... Somewhere early on, the main character is a doctor of physics, teaches at the state university, chairs the nanotechnology laboratory, and is a photo amateur in his free time, the classical type, not digital, even has a photo laboratory in his apartment. The apartment is all supermodern, today's style and all the luxury that someone at such a position can afford... and in the laboratory the enlarger is not even the big chinese thingy we bought when we married, but no more nor less than a UPA-8 (v. 22-VIII-1970.). Recognized it on the spot.
Mentions: 22-VIII-1970., 17-IV-1996., 01-X-2012., ćevapčići, Dragana Vitas (Dragana), fes, frajer, frendz parti, Gorana Sredljević (Go), homemade, Jelena Sredljević (Lena), Linda Sredljevich Aquilla (Linda), Mališa Borkovski (Borče), mirko, Nenad Berger (Neša), pohovano, rakija, Reinaldo Aquila (Rein), Sanda Sredljević Aquilla (Sanda), sarma, sGradlj.com, statcounter.prg, TotalCmd, in serbian
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