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• Tip for Napster Users
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• To err is human
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JeffMagnus node of the day: Everything 2 Civil War

(a note to my very first girlfriend / my high-school girlfriend) (has since been edited)

you'll get no (okay maybe a little) advice from me on your ex. I usually wind up at one extreme or another. (actually, it's not extreme or another it's total loss of perspective or perspective not adjusted at all, so go figure.)

Sometimes I meet a woman that touches my soul--or maybe just sends me directly into obsessive fixation fanaticism --- infatuation. Both parties then try to play it cool, wondering about loss of perspective, vicious circles of doubts and perceived slights and playing coy. Dredging of the most horrible admissions to make, and touching reassurances that she can see the good inside. Pain, jealousy, fear of loss. Domestic fantasies. Attempt to salvage the situation by bailing--that is, give up and come back to it later. Intense encounter, mixed messages and renewed lack of perspective. Tragic coincidences, high tempers, aversions to anger.

I suppose my ex(?) touched me but without the infatuation happening. They say that infatuation and disillusionment are a pair--when you're infatuated, you invent good things about the subject. When disillusioned, bad things. I can see how that fits into trust and jealousy, too. I suppose mild disillusionment can lead into a long-term secure-but-frustrating situation.

Two(+?) years ago, I tried to will myself to see it differently. I'd examined my judgments (obviously, only the ones visible to introspection). I tried to believe. I know the joy is inside her--I've seen it, once or twice. I know it's inside everyone. But she doesn't know her own rules are killing her.

She's wearing down. The path she's on is slowly eating her. She denies it. When pressed, she admits it, and says that that's just what she has to do. I tell her it doesn't have to be that way. She doesn't believe me.

Rules. Say they're like fences, she stays far back from them, cowed. You leap against them screaming. Both are steered a great means by the rules. My dream woman, my partner in crime, leans against them, climbs them, hangs her hand-washables on them, knows where the gates are, and sometimes builds purposely strange ones just for entertainment.

Or I could just be infatuated with her. I will not obsess. I will not obsess. I will not obsess... (update: over it.)

I sit here, working and studying, and my mind is mostly focused on work stuff...then I get up for more coffee or water and I slip into BaronCarlos mode. I am also wrassling (wrasslin'?) with certain hypotheticals, like going back to school for more, and the variables involved. What a pain in the ass.

Also, my glasses broke again over the weekend, and this is after a piece came off of the right side. The top center of the right-side frame just broke, and the lens fell out. I used to not like wearing glasses, because I had been wearing glasses since the third grade and christ on stilts did they contribute to my harrassment factor. I took down names, motherfuckers, but you're all selling insurance now, anyway. So I wore contacts, but starting November 99 I took to wearing glasses again. Now I hate wearing contacts but I get my glasses back today (under warranty, yay). Did any of that make sense? I should go back to work.

Later on I'm getting the rest of the stuff from the old apartment. I still drive about an hour to get my mail, though I've been phasing things out for a few days now. The people at the 'old' mailbox place are so amazingly nice, but not fake-nice, cool-nice. I still plan on writing to the HQ to laud them. I also need to buy a good coffee maker. I drink coffee like a fiend at work, but not at home, and I get a bitch of a coffee headache about once a week.

does anyone else read their dead father's horoscope?

I ask myself :

Will you heed my plea to atone for your sins and correct your mistakes before you're forced to?

Yesterday | Dizzy->Day_Logs() | Tomorrow

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11:30 BST

Ironic

No sooner do I node Your Pain Destroys Me, about wanting to help people more, I am called up at 1am and told to get myself over to her house. The world has gone completely pear shaped and she was quite literally suicidal. This was not Ed Norton saving Helena Bonham-Carter, this was a full on Don't kill yourself, I am coming over situation.

She hasn't taken anything, she assures me. The knives are remaining in her kitchen.

She is further in debt. Her mortgage is now 18 months in arrears. Her parents are refusing to pay. She is being bullied at work. She almost ran someone over (this being the catalyst for calling me). I hug her, only to be accused of trying to take advantage of her distraught state. Even though she has just accused me of attempted rape, I grit my teeth and listen to her problems. The tears in my eyes aren't just from sympathy for her, they are from rage and sadness at her rash words. The barrier has gone up though, we cannot reach each other, simply because either I hugged too soon or in the wrong way, or because she snapped at me without thinking.

I decide to just hold her hand, listen and ask questions. She bought too many clothes and went out too many times. I cannot think of a solution; I am guilty of this too. As horribly male as this sounds, I let her cry herself out as the dawn approaches. She falls asleep at maybe 5:30, I get a blanket and then hold her and keep her from falling from the sofa.

We wake up at 8:30. She keeps apologising, I keep saying it's OK. She drives me to my house and I get ready for work. As she drops me off near work, I say "why did you accuse me of rape? I could never do that to you." The guilt is so apparent in her eyes, I cannot be angry with her.

18:10 BST

All dressed up and nowhere to go. I put on my smart casual clothes for work today, only to discover that my manager had forgotten to tell me that the customer visit was off. I Hate smart casual clothes, wearing them is so stressful: they don't hide me in bagginess like my combats and T-Shirts.

Work was nice and sleepy today; I almost fell asleep during afternoon coffee. Lunch was nice. Not the food, but there was a drop dead gorgeous girl in front of me in the queue. Of course, this isn't a porn movie, so we didn't start shagging right there. In fact, I don't think she even noticed me. (darn) Mental Note: Do not ogle girls in the lunch queue

I woke up early, shaking. That gives me a little under three hours sleep for the night. I'm hungry... haven't eaten since lunch yesterday, although I've tried. It was nice to get out of my house last night, but you know there's a problem when you go to goth night and everyone there is significantly happier than you. Didn't have fun (even though they played Kraftwerk), but when was the last time I did?

Cried a bit. I really don't want to go to work. Have to, though. (sigh)

Let's see how the rest of the day goes...

8:44 Eastern Daylight Savings Time.

Went to the gym last night and saw a friend from the old high school fencing team who was a couple of years behind me. He's going to Brown next year, which is cool as hell. Good for him. He mentioned that he wanted to switch from foil fence sabre for them, though, which is more than a little scary. Those guys are freaky.

Tomorrow is the day I make my fateful forced return to McDonald's. I'm nervous.

My parents' computer is on the fritz again, what a shocker. Maybe they should learn how to use it before blindly mashing away at the keyboard every time something goes wrong.

I actually had a productive day at work yesterday, as I spent at least three of the eight hours on the telephone with my team or otherwise writing code. First time for everything, I suppose...

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Everything's Best Users Snapshot

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Server time: 14:04 Thu Jul 13 2000 UTC, corrected since June 29, 2000

* = users rising up in the EBU; - = users falling down in the EBU
l_ = last (previous) value; inc = increase in stats value
wa7 = ((stats + (6 * l_wa7))/7) = weighted average with denominator 7

sabre23t: Random Nodes

sabre23t: Nodes to node

• E2 Done --> Todo -->
• Malaysia Done --> Todo -->
• Others Done --> Todo -->

After a heady couple of months noding more and more daily, today I make my first noding faux-pas, and it's a bit of a doozy. To avoid adding further fuel to the fire, I shall draw a veil over the details of my offence, as much for myself as for the injured party, but it is amazing to me how much the angry reply of my victim strikes deep into my heart. I disconnected from the net and attempted to get some work done, but simply couldn't get the feelings of guilt out of my head.

I have sincerely apologised, but I feel an almost catholic need for punishment and redemption.

I hate hurting people's feelings - I seem to find it more painful when I hurt other people than when they hurt me - I guess I'm old enough and wise enough to be able to take the slings and arrows of others without it affecting me hugely, but I have far less internal defence against the knowledge that I've caused pain to others.

You know who you are, and, once again, I'm sorry.

Today I am just a little older and wiser, and will think more in future before acting.

Well, returning to my traditionally optimistic outlook on life, I can say that this has been the good thing to come out of today.

Favourite node of the day:Your Pain Destroys Me

I've just found out that my DVD-ROM drive I've installed in April 21, 2000 is now capable of having its DVD Region Lockout firmware "cracked." The web site http://www.firmware.com.bi has the program to remove the lock in the Pioneer DVD-303S SCSI device. I've never knew this will ever happen... Now where can I buy some foreign DVDs to test this feature?

0:45 EET The next day

Well, my new DVD-ROM drive is up and running. The firmware crack successfully removed the region lock, which is nice since I don't have any Region 2 DVDs on my shelves yet. (You really don't want any inferior R2 discs, Kit Lo. Except maybe Human Traffic. There's some good stuff on R4 though.)
My Dreamcast still hasn't arrived, but the extra controller and memory card did. And I was looking forward to getting addicted to Soul Calibur, Jet Set Radio etc. over the weekend. Oh well. At least I managed to do something reasonable today and cleaned this place up.

A guy I've seen on IRC for over 5 years has started a strange hate-campaign against me. I have nothing against humorous insulting and all that, but a full-on unwarranted personal assault is something else. I'm trying to get a hold of my temper before I start acting like a baby and bursting out to him. I'd just like to know where this came from...

At the moment I'm in the middle of writing my longest writeup yet, hoping to finish it by Friday night. I hope at least some of you noders out there will enjoy it.

I know what i've been told. I listen, I understand. Can I ever know if it's the truth. You hide so much to spare my heart. My heart need not be spared, for a heart kept from what it yearns for is often a misguided one. Led astray from reality by dreams and desires... by love.

Things once said can never be taken back but things left unsaid linger for eternity with a power more hurtful and fierce than a thousand tortuous deaths.

It will never be as the heart desires if the mind cannot learn to accept and engage the future for what its worth.
The future is not the past, the past can be learned from.
Repeat not the parts which brought sadness to your soul. If you do then you did not learn from the past. If you choose to repeat nothing this does not mean you learned from the past. This means you fear the future for its resemblance to the past.
Don't make assumptions based on the past for they only bring pain and anguish.

Even if love escapes me for all of eternity let it be know that I have known of its power and through others have discovered it's wrath. Through others I have come to know of another power almost as strong as love... friendship. It can not replace love or mend damage done, but it can calm a broken heart and allow life to go on.

Yet another waste of time type day. My life is so boring sometimes.

So, I've got an hour and ten minutes to go at work. No work to do. No customers to talk to. Just me and the PC and my CD's for company.

My mother got through her surgery just fine. She says that her eyes kind of hurt, but she can see pretty clearly without any help. This laser vision correction is amazing, since she had 20/300 sight in one eye, and 20/250 in the other. She also found out today that she can finally get a cable modem. So, I have to go over to her house this weekend and help her move her desk so she has space for the cable installer to put in her modem and stuff.

I met my sister's new kitten last night. He is black with a white chest and white paws. His coloring kind of looks like a penguin, so she named him Opus after the Bloom County character. He is absolutely adorable. I think I will nickname him Velcro or SpiderKitty for his ability to cling to the back of the couch. He appears to enjoy running at the couch, launching himself, and clinging there like his feet are made of velcro, or like he has webbing coming from his toes.

I'm going out to dinner with my father and stepmother tonight. Hopefully, that won't be too much of an ordeal.

Nodes That I Wrote Today That I Like A lot:
after the therapy
she approached me with some vague line

CD's I've Listened To Today:
Muslimgauze - Arab Quarter
Haujobb - Freeze Frame Reality
Muslimgauze - Fakir Sind
Muslimgauze - Hussein Mahmood Jeeb Tehar Gass

Sticking with the semi-mellow drool inducing music today.

Briefly prepared for take-off, then realized that I am pretty far from getting off the ground. I think I am further away than I was in March, but I have not been sure about anything today anyway. To my disappointment, I discovered that the free enterprise is disappointed by my current occupation.

One is not supposed to define oneself by the views of others. Still, one often has to utilize said others to exploit all possibilities. I have to spend next sunday defining some long-term strategic goals. That will be both helpful and fun.

My XP to node ratio is 3.97 at the moment. I am quite pleased about that, particularly because I've been sort of noding for numbers to get to Level 3 today, and my last 10 nodes are all zeros and ones.

12:47 BST

Well, I've well and truly, officially, finally, adverb-ladenly, relapsed in my Day Log writing. Oh well. Maybe it's because my life is quite boring. Life sucks. I'm home in a shitty little town, with all those small town people and stuff. Apart from the fact that I'm not exactly a normal, average person - I'm not exactly weird, just a long haired linux geek guy with long hair who happens to go around wearing black clothes quite a bit, and occasionally gets those looks. And after being in a big city, feeling rather anonymous, I feel like I need to be more self-confident than I otherwise might be.

Anyway, I think that being back where I did most of my growing up, tends to dampen my feeling of nonconformance a bit. Seeing people who I vaguely know, or know just well enough to know I really don't like, is rather odd now that I am who I really am. That's what I think happened a bit after I left school and went to university; I feel like I am more the "real me" than I was before, and less what other people made of me. Not that I was overtly repressed by anybody, just...anxious about what other people might think. Which is what I feel reflections of now.

What happened to me today? Well I decided that for the rest of the summer I will work my ass off, doing lots of shifts at the garage I do some work at, and Perl coding for some local company. I get to make lots of money - two jobs! way! - and I don't really mind doing either. I mean, sitting/ standing around for eight hours serving people isn't particularly interesting, but I get to listen to music, and it's not exactly strenuous work. And Perl coding... well as some here might agree, hacking code is rather fun. Unfortunately my employer insists on phoning me at ridiculous times like 09:00, but then... I get to work from home, meaning when I want to.

Enough about that. I visited my flat yesterday. It's so much better and more wonderful than I remembered. I'm spending quite a few of my spare thought cycles contemplating stuff to go in it, how to arrange furniture and things, and so on. I'm soooooooo looking forward to it. Note that it's not going to be mine in that I'm buying it - I'm not - but I will be living there for the next 3 years. I look forward to that.

Well, work calls. I'll never get anything done if I keep noding or reading nodes. Which probably translates into no work tonight....