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Chapter 16, Verse 256 of the Sacred Readme of the First Church Of Digital Grepping states:
On the first day, the Great Programmer created a new text file and the Universe was born.

I swear if tomorrow I still see NoName acting like a the mother fucking horny cat he is, I won’t wait for the vet. I will castrate him with a knife.

This is material for Ian’s Church of the Apple Lovers: the relationship between Apple and Lain.

Damn, I missed the billionth second since Epoch ! I was an hour late, doh.

But I got a postcard from Dican, and it made my day.

The Niolu’s Fair was such a let down ! I can’t stand how our cultural association is always cast apart in remote hidden locations just because we don’t sell crepes and sandwiches like those in the spotlights do. But I’m getting used to it, people don’t have much esteem for culture nowadays, except if it can be sold easily.
It would have been OK if everything went well in that remote place, but of course problems come by the handful: first the electricians couldn’t come with a reliable installation and the voltage was going up and down randomly, shutting down our computers randomly. That was resolved when they made people shut down their fucking percolators and garland lights.
Next thing was the ISDN line. We were said we’d get an ISDN line just for us. Turned out to be an ISDN line for another radio, that we tried to share for a moment until a guy from the organisation team came and tried to fix things, which of course made everything blow up at our noses. So we were all phoneless and since our main attraction is our online corsican database we were also sitting there aimlessly. We packed our stuff and went back to Cervione on the afternoon.

See me live today, appearing randomly on 4 webcams at the Niolu’s Fair.

Extract from the netARTmagazine mailing list:

Women who are happy don’t want cosmetics
Men who are happy don’t need excessive cars
people who are happy don’t buy irrelevant plastic capitalist products

“Cause we are ‘cool’ cutting edge designers.

I fear for the new guy. He would stay there all day, sitting with his back curved, awkwardly reading and typing translations, and never make a pause. I finally had to tell him to stand up and walk a bit. He’ll learn about computer aches soon enough anyway.

Today is the first anniversary of my first official job, let’s celebrate: now if I go unemployed at least I have worked for 1 year and thus am allowed government money (not much, but that’s still useful just in case).
Also I have a new coworker. He knows next to nothing about computers and will be working on corsican translations, on Word 2000. It’s very hard to explain Word’s weird bugs and inconsistencies to a newbie. It’s like “look, now it works ! it didn’t work 10 seconds earlier but now it does !”, and “it doesn’t indent your paragraph ? let’s try again. shit. again. shit. again. ah I knew it would work after 3 or 4 times !”.

Around the same hours just one year ago I was setting up dayzero.org in order to move there by the end of the week, and now I’m setting up tidakada.net in order to move by the end of this week.

You’ve always wanted to have a Nun of your very own right? Well, how about a WARRIOR NUN that will fight for your very life!
Contest: Rewrite the Ten Commandments and Win a Nun !

Oh, lovely. Gunther, Mikhail and ?bermoron they are a’camping. Pure good stuff for the morning: a good laugh at this pic + an orange juice and there you go.

Received my phone bill in euros, woohoo. I was looking at the sum and I thought it very unusual to see only 52.84, I remembered I used to pay at least 300 french francs every 2 months. That’s when I realized it was in euros.
Same thing happened last june when I received the electricity bill: this time 657. I was jumping for joy, yay only 657 francs for the winter ! The next second I was drowning in tears, it was 657 euros.

I was supposed to take a morning bus to Bastia in order to change my dead linux harddrive with a new one, but taking a day away just for the harddrive is a bit too much, so I’m waiting for next week, when I will have another goal in Bastia: watch Star Wars Episode One on satellite tv.

Everything’s blurry.

I’m back in my small appartment (47 square-meters, that’s like 500 square-feet, and yes I find that small) in Cervione, Corsica. Today’s windy, and oh-what-a-surprise today 20 fires were set around the island. Fuck firestarters. Some parts of the road were like painted in red, because of the sun through these dark red smoke clouds. Yesterday Pat (my stepfather) and I talked about the proper punishment for firestarters. I’m for insecure dangerous prison sentence, the kind where you got to have muscles or else you become the big prisoners’ sex toy. Pat is for burning parts of their body. We love firestarters.

Kwan is gone last thursday, and I’m only started to get back to usual life. Yesterday I woke up thinking “where shall I take her today ?”, then I kept serving 4 dishes at lunch and dinner. I so easily get used and attached to people. I grow sentiments towards friends. I must work on defining the limits to attachment, it doesn’t seem right to become attached to a friend, just like this *fingers snap*.