Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Firefox

For those of you who have been living in a cave for the past few weeks, Firefox 1.0 has been released. GET IT!!!

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Friday, November 26, 2004

1984

Today I read 1984 (yes, the one by George Orwell) again. Man, that book is strong. It always inflicts something on me. If you haven't read it yet, I strongly encourage you to pick up a copy.
The funny thing about that book is that things are so different from the future he predicted, and yet so similar. While we may not have three super-states governing the world or atomic craters dimpling the surface of the planet, what about Telescreens, Big Brother or constant warring? Ok, telescreens may not exist as they are depicted in the book, but you must accept the fact that we are being monitored all the time at work, we can be monitored from satellites at any time the government wants, and we are even sometimes monitored by people close to us at home. We live in a world in a constant state of war. I believe that there is only a thin line between George Orwell's predicted world and the one we live in today.
Well, enough ranting. Maybe I'm being paranoid. Maybe it's all in my head. Maybe I just have to go shut up.

- When in Rome, do as the Romans do -

Unless, of course, you have to face the Caesar, and get dumped into the Colosseum in front of a couple of very hungry tigers. Which, In my case, prooved to be a VERY unpleasant experience.
If you're wondering what I'm talking about, just believe me that it is a VERY long story, one that you definately don't want to hear (and if you did you'd be ROFC - that's Rolling On the Floor Crying).

Monday, November 22, 2004

A Light in the Attic

Today I picked up A Light In The Attic, a book of poems and drawings by Shel Silverstein (1932-1999). Man, that book is awesome. The drawings are witty, the poems wittier, and the whole thing invokes a sense of long-forgotten and very welcome plunge into the world of childish abandon. It kinda reminds me of Roald Dahl.
If it isn't considered copyright infringment, I wanna share one of the poems with you:


She wanted to play the piano
But her hands couldn't reach the keys.
When her hands could finally reach the keys,
Her feet couldn't reach the floor.
When her hands could finally reach the keys,
And her feet could reach the floor,
She didn't want to play that ol' piano anymore.


If you're a fan of short limmericky-style poems, or Roald Dahl, definately get a copy of this book. It's refreshing.

Sunday, November 21, 2004

How you got here :)

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My GMail

Blogging can be very addictive. I'm still kinda new to this stuff but I feel it like somebody who's just started taking heroin and can feel it's power taking control of them and keeping them from thinking of anything else.
Am I being dramatic? Absolutely not.
Heh, yesterday I finally got GMail. My address is my user name (yes, the one which starts with A and ends with e) with a @gmail.com (of course!) pinned to the end of it.
Before you leave: GMail is awesome. 1000 Megabytes of email space is only the very beginning of it. It has POP3 forwarding, which means that the emails are forwarded onto your hard drive, giving you virtually endless storage space. It works with all kind of POP3 clients (Outlook, etc...). It supports auxilary addresses. It is MUCH easier to use than Yahoo! (or Hotmail, or AOL, or any other email, for that matter). My dad is paying for his email account, yet it doesn't have half the features or storage space of my (free!) gmail account! For know, I'll just have to say, "Sorry dad! It isn't available to the general public!". GMail is absolutely nuts. Once you use it, you'll never use anything else again!

Saturday, November 20, 2004

This site and other stuff...

The second post is here. Instead of dwelling on bullsh*t like I did on my first post, I'm gonna be serious (well, kind of) here.
Ok. First of all, I'm crazy. Got that? good. Second, I don't want to talk about just ONE kind of issue or topic here. I'm gonna talk about everything. So don't be surprised if I post about blue whales one day, nuclear fusion reactors the next, music the day after that, and top it all off with a detailed post about sex. I've warned you!
Ok, now on to the most important topic of all: nomenclature. Why did I name this blog Message Box?
I don't know. Really.
I just kind of liked the name, and I made it so. If you find a good reason to name this blog Message Box, tell me about it.
Note: It's not like I'm going to post messages or news here. I'm usually a month or two late on most Internet news, so If I tell you that some movie was released into theaters today, you can be quite sure that it was around 1-2 months ago.
Hmmm... I think I'm going to post this stuff in the site description. Yes, that's what I'm gonna do.
With all that in mind, I wish you a pleasant stay here.
And remember: do not be scared or run away when you see a drunk blogger running down the information highway at you armed with a virtual baseball bat. It's all natural.

The first post

Hi. This is my blog, Message Box.
Hmmmm... the first post. Some argue that the first post is the hardest post of all. They say it takes will, strength, and downright determinedness to do it. I agree.
Many bloggers - even strong ones - simply cannot do this seemingly simple act: post their first post. It is a VERY hard job.
Aside from being hard to do, the first post is also very influential. People coming to your blog for the first time will take a look at it, and, very probably, judge a book by its cover. Post crap (like I'm doing now), and no one will ever return. Post cool, and you've got yourself a successful blog!
It takes a lot of responsibility to post for the first time. Hence professional first-posters, whose job is to help people post their first post. I couldn't afford a proffessional first-poster, so I did it myself.
Well, that's basically it for now, until my second post...