08-III-2010.
Another spell of verbosity among oldwave, of everything and anything. Started with some reissue of something by Hendrix, where they squeezed the dry dogwood out of some studio recording, then moved to differences between versions of the app in which we keep (and exchange) catalogs of our music, and eventually to how Škrba's wife remarked on his rough critique of „Avatar“ before even watching it. So then he watched, and made a list of the ten most stupid things he found, and that's only limited to the category „I don't see how can they claim that this makes sense“... Which is where I chimed in as well:
Dear mother... Sandra Bollocks managed to take the primacy of the other biggest cazoo of Hollywood on my list (*) after I watched her in some movie out there and figured that she, whatever the name, dog fuck her, can't remember, actually knows how to act.
(*) Of course, that gypscurvy who's also a singer as well, what was her name, keeps the first place for life.
Somewhere on the top of my list of such is the Julia Roberts, the one whose mouth was designed by a single line along a ruler. And some 8-9 years ago you couldn't find a movie in which she didn't appear.
Julia Roberts! That's the one whose name I could not remember! The heavy pick who has to put a hand over [her] mouth, lest a bird lands on her tongue.
Sandra... has a nice smile, although last night I stumbled again on a five times better face from that genre, and throughout the whole movie („Girl from monday“) I kept suffering fits of deja vu. In the end I read the name off the credits (Sabrina Loyd), checked her out on eyeemDeeBee and gathered that I remember her from some imbecile series (Sliders) where she was really nice to look at and about the only reason I endured up to fourth episode. Okay, not really whole.
So there it is, wasted time twice. But this time at least I had the noble goal to make this trash inpalatable to you and to save you two and a half hours of life which you could use far smarter for watching some talk shonj on Pink
On the ppp forum there was a six meter dispute, with about the same conclusion. I downloaded some camera-in-theatre recording, dubbed russian at that (therefore, vse govoryat pa russky [everyone speaks russian]), watched, wrote a list of remarks of approximately same length (quite different from yours, except by weight) and concluded in consensus that Sigurney should be weaned off botox. Erased the file the next day, what would it serve anyway. It's interesting in russian, so better to notice how the americahn navy pedestrian (aka ultra-marine) [language] sounds even more wooden in translation. They picked a perfect translator, must have been writing official reports before, fits him snugly.
James Cameron is a prototype of director who destroys everything ahead of himself, but behind also. „After me, the deluge“, says Camerron. I'm interested in directors who say „after deluge, mine“.
I didn't arrive at the list of associations I had in „Avatar“, which are so numerous that I'm ready to claim that this story is one notorious postmodernistic trash which would put even Bregović to shame. But then, the postmoderna has already ended in two deduced directions - the european „you understand none of it“ or american „you can't put in as much money as I can“ (there's also the chinese „you can't produce it this cheaply“, but please pretend I didn't remind you of it).
At work, the usual. David negotiates some seminar with our customer in Norway, Nick coordinates between Jiang and Laura, the canadian equivalent of asrm and Eshre asks why Firriver didn't pay the exhibitor's 2200$ (canadian) fee, one J.K. of Cornell asks whether Feds works with them touchy screens (it does, but only for follicle entry and embryo scoring - ah, I think those two cover their needs, cool). Daniel also appears in several emails, seems to be one of his active periods. Meanwhile, David just landed on Heathrow (okay, that's on tenth).
oldwave meandered away, the next day, into tales of beef tails in Niš („the hosts shy from ordering the seconds so they don't come across as glutonous, just keep looking at me, and I don't order, lest I come across as glutonous... we end up almost hungry“). Zlotvor asked how would a network with a combination of older and newer windowses work (one 2003 server, 2-3 hr [xp reads as hr in cyrillic], and one NJ7 [W7 in pretend juski cyrillic])... I replied thusly:
If under W you mean Njord, that will work, but that still doesn't mean that the network will fly. If any app which uses file sharing is to be used across that network and a mix of samba protocols occurs - the vista, seven and 2008 server use SMB2, the rest use ace - then it is going to crap out. m$ has confirmed that the snafu is somewhere between SMB1 and SMB2, and that it is a genuine bug, and... they''re still working on it. By now three Hindus in Redmond were messing with it, and now it's in the hands of the fourth one, and when will it, we know not.
Which is, btw, the old fuckup, they had something of the kind when W95 and W98 would combine, it would just close a file on you without cause or warning, buffers remained dirty, it's not washed nor hung to dry, the app just crashes... until we pronounced the machine with older version of windowses as the server. And then the guy, whoever installed the network, to check - and says it's all fine, I saved a Word file to a different machine. Can't bean them up that a network which works for a second and a network which keeps fortysome files open for hours are not the same. Luckily we weren't at the customers at the same time, I wear size 44 clogs, I would have dented him into pulp.
(the described case happened in the fall of 1998 at Svemiks)
The rasejani are activating too. pLazić announced his arrival for early july.
Gary wrote a common email to the whole new team, emphasis on me, to get to know each other. The intention is that he'd put us in a room and stay there until we work out a deal with details. The project is simple, to export the classic posters database so that it can be imported into muyescuelle, because he donated all those data to some rocknroll museum in San Francisco or some such. He gave me one guy for tech stuff and one to talk with about payment. I found the latest zip right away, cpData2005-07-14~08-59-14a.zip, relatively fresh... but if he has a fresher one, could provide it as well.
Lena had an interview with Utrecht. There's no entry exam, because it's slightly impossible to organize for so many from afar. And the tests usually pass those who are skilled in solving them, which doesn't necessarily coincide with real knowledge, attitude and will to work. This is why this interview takes 45 minutes, so they get to know the candidate a little better. Nina is in Atlanta, returns on friday. Nothing new about Go's arrival here, ie. she still doesn't know what and when. She waited two weeks for her boss to return from vacations and then he told her to ask someone above. Waited for nothing. They had the periodic review, and still no promotion, but at least she got a raise and a one-time bonus, which puts her annual earnings close to 80000.
Guess Ender found a job, but across the bay. Says it's better to suffer the traffic but have regular working hours, than what he had in the other division of the same firm, just 3km from here, where he was on call, put together three days in two weeks and thanked them for cooperation. The other side of the bay is a problem, as he has to cross the bridge-tunnel twice a day. It will be a problem in the summer, when the tourists come - it's enough that there are two (cat) stranglers* who fear driving faster than 50 kmh, even though the recommended speed in the tunnel is 90, and the congestion is immediate. The columns move, but it goes slowly, the bridge-tunnel-bridge is two kilometers wrong, and the queue may extend to even ten kilometers ahead of the bridge. And it doesn't matter that the local radio will tell you which bridge is congested (there are two, one can choose), as it is belated. It happened a few times that the semaphore would announce a 20 minute wait and yet we just glided through it, or we switched to the other bridge and waited 30 there - because everyone else saw the same sign and made the same switch, while the congestion on the first one may already have cleared.
On the evening of tenth I took m$ to some event at the exhibition pavillion, just where the „road ends“ sign is. It feels quite ridiculous to come upon such a sign after few hundred miles of highway, why now when there's just 2km to the beach. But it actually is the end of the road, the street begins. The pavillion is among the few buildings, and I count some forty hotels among them, where they actually remembered that they could let the architect spread his wings. The remaining 99,9% of buildings are in some quasi traditional style. This is of the steel-glass-concrete type, but the lines (in concordance with the monument across) were drawn to imitate the silhouette of a triangular sail. I have no clue what she attended there, was it an exhibition, test, lecture, whatever. I just walked around, smoked, made a few shots with the Fujica, waiting for it to be over. They made quite an ambience in there, even under that glass, you don't feel lost in that space, but rather like at home. Guess that's because of the carpet everywhere, the hard airport type of it, but still soaking the sound well, no echo.
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* mom's expression, „strangles cats“ - does stuff slowly, drags feet, takes forever and a half to do it
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