Blowing off steam

We live in a politically correct world here in Europe. Indigenous people are suffering 'positive discrimination' by taking more shit than anybody else. Sometimes I just feel like not keeping the peace, fuck it I'm entitled to my views. I don't want to be nice. I don't give a shit . . . . . .

. . . . . . if you don't like the way things are around here then fucking move. Oh and by the way don't try force your fucking religion on me I don't give a monkeys nuts about allah/god/golden sheep . . . .

. . . . wow that feels good . . .

wow another post

keeping a blog is reasonably difficult. You have to spend valuable time on a regular basis uploading censored rants in the hope that it contributes to a reduction in therapy fees or at the very least be appreciated by someone else out there other than a googlebot. ok thats my excuse for not posting in about a month. I normally have much better things to be doing like trimming nose hair, clipping toe nails, organizing my music collection in chronological order (all 5 albums); In fact I would not have come back were it not for the appalling statistic of 20 million abandoned blogs lying out in cyberspace. . . . . . . . . .

A BLOG ISN'T JUST FOR CHRISTMAS, ITS FOR LIFE . . . . .

So begins a new yearesque resolution to maintain this blog. Yes that's it I will do it whatever it takes. Screw college assignments. Screw work. Screw gym membership fees. Screw it all - this blog will be maintained no matter what.

3 hours of life I will never get back

today, I spent 3 hours working on a pl/sql package. A package that should have worked but it didn't. 3 hours of my life. 3 hours of my prime. 3 hours that I could have spent getting jiggy with some ilicit temptress but instead willingly wasted it in the company of a middle aged man, in the attempts of getting some godforsaken package to work. . . . . .In order that you may save a few hours of you life I will impart the solution to my woes:

Oracle 8i pl/sql cursors don't like too many sub-selects and aggregations in one fetch. If you do have too many, it will mysteriously replace recordset field values with each other so that the value of field 5 will equal field 1. No compilation issues. No error message. Just bad data.

By the way

Ok its a bit late for blogging in the technological sense. It was fresh 7 years ago. Now its something your grandfather does after a game of brain-training on his DS lite. Well I don't care. Technology, like fashion, goes in circles. Flared jeans are back in, just like dumb terminals.

In the raging expansion of social networking, blogging has a appreciative quality that I like. Bloggers don't (or rarely) have multitudes of strangers signing their page, congratulating you on being alive, and subsequently supplying you with a link back to their page. The falseness of the 'friends' counter on your facebook homepage is a zeitgeist of contemporary society. Maybe its just a personal choice, but I believe quality is better than quantity. The illusion of friendship is fine for some. I on the other hand am quite happy prognosticating into the darkness, with little chance of reciprocation.

Helllooooooooo out there . . . .

Kickoff

Wow the web wasn't complete without another f%cking blog!!! Here it is. Your day won't be complete without checking in on my elucidating sartorial comments on life. Hmmmmm. Ok maybe not. Maybe these rantings won't bee seen by any other living thing either now or at any point throughout the time-space continuum. Well anyhows, at least my therapist reckons it will be good for me :)

Among other things there will be uninformed opinions (often incorrect and subjective) on varied facets of life and thinking such as sociology, philosophy, psychology, biology, genetics and all things related to technology!!

Hello World. (the humor would not be lost on anyone that has taken programming lessons)