Thursday, December 24, 2009

Thank god my cousin just said she was pregnant

Internal thought processes are awesome.

Situation: christmas celebrations with whole family. Grandma says something along the lines of "hey W (my brother) is the youngest of the people celebrating christmas here." I say, "Yes, he always is (because our cousins and their children celebrate elsewhere)." Grandma answers, "He shouldn't be for much longer should he?" *nudge nudge, wink wink*

Thought process: Are my cousins bringing their children here for christmas, that makes no sense, it's really far away and they have their own families to celebrate with, does she mean that my brother should get children, because he's only seventeen, that's way too young, she can't mean that although sometimes she doesn't think before she speaks, I guess he has been in a steady relationship for a while now, but seventeen still, and I guess they should OH MY GOD SHE MEANS ME!

Solution: *smile and edge away*

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Kiss diagram


This nice diagram can be used for a variety of situations to determine your next action after kissing someone. If you're up for long term comittment (in all its glorious forms), or already under such a spell, then the closer to red the better. If the kiss happened with someone other than the one you're supposed to be kissing, then the closer to blue, the less the risk that that someone will kick your sorry ass out the door if he or she finds out, which means it might also be the table for "should you tell him/her". If it's just a fun night out, then it might be something to measure the evening by.

Most of all, it's just a terrible cube made in paint, that I apologize for. I just felt the need to be geeky.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Nye Nye

I wrote two poems, because I haven't written poems in a while, and because there's two main emotions that's been in my head a while that I wanted to get out. But poems are blunt instruments, so much up to the reader's own interpretations, and so dependant on the shapes and forms of words. Divine inspiration can sometimes spawn lines in my head that are perfect, but almost never an entire poem, that happens like once every six months or something. No, I was never meant to write poems. I think I'd work better writing lyrics, in that case, actually.

The only way for me to express emotions properly is to write... stories? I don't think there's a word for it, in English or Swedish, as far as I know. Not one that feels right. In any case, the backside is that it takes a lot more time for readers to take it in, and a block of text intimidates people.

But I was never one to care for such things, was I?

The other backside is that it takes a lot of time to write them, so I have to prioritize what I want to write about. That actually sucks a lot.

Well. Really, the summary of this post would go: "I wrote two poems but I'm not going to show them to you, nye nye." Hopefully someday in the future I can actually have a post going: "I wrote a new story, here!" I need a lot more of those posts.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

Hehehee ^^


This blog has been very serious for a very many posts now. It needed something to lighten the mood.

The good news are, I'm finding my creativity again.

The doubtfully good news are, I'm spending half of it on drawing pron kittehs ^^ There might be more later.

The other half is spent on writing something I can't tell you about. God how I love torturing people by telling them stuff like this. It will so backfire, but wow is it worth it. ^^

I cheated out of doing some of the background to be able to post it tonight. It might get proper background sometime... maybe... ;)

Thursday, December 3, 2009

Random link link link link-chain results:

Nåtgot så ovanligt som en bloggning på svenska. Anledningen är helt enkelt att jag i ett svagt ögonblick blev intresserad av svensk inrikespolitik, eller snarare, jag snubblade på en blogg från en polisman i Storbrittannien och blev nyfiken om det finns sådana i Sverige.

Polis i Sverige är intressant. Polisen ska man vara kompisar och bundis med, de ska vara perfekta och ofelaktiga människor, de ska stå ut med precis vad som helst som görs mot dom både fysiskt och i media, de ska inte ha ett vettigt system att arbeta efter utan hålla på med byråkrati och göra socialtjänstens jobb, och egentligen, slutligen, är det inte pinsamt att ett så modernt, jämnställt land som rättsstaten sverige ska behöva en poliskår? Poliser håller ju på med våld och smuts i första person, i en tid då militären helst ska sitta i bunkrar och trycka på knappar, så det är ju lite fult.

Jag hittar ingen blog för svensk polis, vare sig officiell eller av enskilda poliser. Länka mig gärna om ni hittar nån. Däremot hittar jag massor av klagande och smutskastande. "Snuten" handlar det om, om hur de gör fel, alltid, mot alla. Jag hittar chockerande lite material från polisen där de faktiskt uttalar sig om anklagelser. Allt oftast möts all kritik med stenhård, vacuumvit tystnad. Jag undrar lite över det. Om det är bättre eller sämre. För obviously skulle samma människor som klagar på dom klaga ännu mer över svaren, men ger inte repliker mer trovärdighet? Men naturligtvis kan de ofta inte svara för att det skulle bryta tystnadsplikt om saker i fallen.

Folk klagar på domstolar och högre instanser också, naturligtvis. Länk-kedjan tog mig till Inte Utan Mina Söner, där jag hittade ännu en punkt där den lilla klockan som plingat bak i huvudet när man lyssnat på genusforskning och feminism har en vettig poäng. Jämlikhet ska vara balans, rättvisa. Inte att upphöja de som var förtryckta till förtryckare. Men på många platser slår det precis så fel, och det är männen som hamnar i kläm istället. Speciellt i traditionella "kvinnofrågor", som med barn.

Hur som helst, polisen var mitt huvudämne här. Det är ett ämne som igen och igen får mig att vilja rulla ihop media till en liten boll, tugga den i småbitar, låta den bytas ner lite i magsyra och spy upp den igen, bara för eget nöje. Men. Ja. Nu ska jag sluta.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Less than 3

Uppgift 8.42 Vilka ord i samma fil har högst åtta
bokstäver och har två dubbeltecknade bokstäver i
rad, så som t. ex. »rättssal«.


8.42 egrep "^.{0,2}([[:alpha:]])\1([[:alpha:]])\2.{0,2}$|^([[:alpha:]])\1([[:alpha:]]).{0,4}\2$|^.{0,4}([[:alpha:]])\1([[:alpha:]])\2$|^.{0,1}([[:alpha:]])\1([[:alpha:]])\2.{0,3}$|^.{0,3}([[:alpha:]])\1([[:alpha:]])\2.{0,1}$" /local/dict/dsso-list.txt

Uppgift 8.43 Använd sed för att lösa om uppgiften
med att vända ordningen på us-states.txt från
överst på s. 70.

8.43 sed -r "s/([0-9]{4}-[0-9]{2}-[0-9]{2})([[:blank:]])([[:alpha:]]+.*)/\3\2\1/g" us-states.txt | sort

Uppgift 8.44 Tänk dig att en text har använt deci-
malpunkt istället för decimalkomma, dvs. där står
t. ex. »3.14« istället för »3,14«, men det ska ändras
till decimalkomma. Skriv ett sed-kommando som
byter ut sådana punkter som står mellan två siffror
till komman (men inte byter ut andra punkter!).

8.44 sed -r "s/([[:digit:]]+)(\.)([[:digit:]]+)/\1,\3/g"


Victory is mine! Mine mine mine mine!

It's also 19.30 and this took me like 3 hours... buuut...

^_________________________^

I have a gnawing feeling there is an easier way to do 8.42, cuz it's really ugly, and I really hope all of this is right... buuut....

I have concluded that I really like regular expressions. They are ultimate logic.

PS: sorry this totally invaded on the attention for your birthday cake, nallenon! I am a terrible friend!

A First Pling From The Red Submarine

I'm a afraid of a lot of things, but essentially they boil down to:
  • things that inflict pysical pain, especially those that may accidentally or unexpectedly do so
  • inflicting pain in all forms on other people (and to some small extent animals), intentionally or otherwise
  • other people
  • myself
  • and losing myself
everything else, like sharks or clowns or rapists, or poverty or war or heartbreak:
  • is too foreign or unlikely, so I can't quite imagine it or find it a waste of time
  • is silly to be afraid of so I refuse to be
  • or is, after all, just what it is, just like I don't fear death because if you die, you die
and writing this list made me wonder about the differences between fear and hate. Maybe they're just the passive and active forms of the same thing, like being fed and eating. Most things I fear I also hate, but not everything I hate I fear. Is it better to hate things than to fear them? It puts you more into control, forces you to be more assertive and take action instead of hiding and avoiding. And might make you do stupid shit like hunt wolves to extinction or bomb muslims.

Fear is good because it keeps you away from shit that could hurt or kill you. Hate is good because it makes you take action against shit that could hurt or kill you. But in the end they're both outsmarted by common sense. Crap... my brain just shortciruited from the pling of the submarine radar, the 3D image of good and bad and balance and complexity and the way things can never add up because then they'd stand still... and that made no sense to you, but I'll tell you about it someday.

I hate being afraid of stuff. Oh hey... the irony of that sentence...