Year: 2005

Anoter soap opera

There was this other soap opera on TV today. It looked like something Mexican about some old Mexican war times. And there was this fight, a duel even, between an old and wise guy and a younger one. Both of them were military men – generals or something like that. It looked like they were really close. Maybe a father and son, or maybe very close friends. And they had this fight on the bank of the river. Swords. Suddnely, the young guy cuts the right upper arm of the old guy.

Dramatic pause. They look at each other.

Then there is blood, coming out of old guy’s mouth. MOUTH?!! Yes, mouth. And he falls, like he’s dead or something. Straight into a shallow river. Than he mumbles something. I guess he said something like “Enough of stupid fighting”. The young guy picks up the swords and throws them away. Than he uses the right upper arm of the old guy to pull him out of the river. Than, he picks up the old guy, puts him on his shoulder and carries him like a dead lamb.

I stayed and watched for a few more minutes. The old guy survived. Thanks God. I was getting warried for him. With this wounds in the arms you never know…

Soap Opera

The TV was on and there was this soap opera that goes on and on for years and years. One of the characters is supposedely a successful businessmen, owner of a large corporation and multimillioner. The same actor was noticed in a very similar role in another soap opera.

I haven’t seen many multimillioners in my life, but I am pretty sure neither one of them looks and acts like that guy. Actually he resembles a multimillioner and a successful businessmen much less than I do. And I don’t. At all.

Now imagine a guy, who has two jobs for years – playing a role of an extremely rich guy in some cheap soap opera. Every day. Day after day. Month after month. Year after year. Financial difficulties are probably not a strange thing to him. And yet he has to go to his job ever day and pretend that he is a rich guy. And than he has to go his other job and pretend that he is a rich guy again.

I think that jobs like this, repeated for a long period of time, can mix with the real life really badly. Depressions, alcoholism, humiliations… Tough choice. Still, better than no job at all.

New office workstation

My office workstation has finally arrived. It’s a Black Beauty with IBM being stamped all over it.

The case is a midtower, which looks slightly smaller than the rest of computers in our office. It features a nice design and easy access to the internals. No screws at all! I was waiting for this for some years now.

Inside the case are some Intel super-pooper-duper motherboard, Pentium IV 3.00 GHz CPU (5980 bogomips) with 1 MByte of L1 cache, 1 GByte of RAM, 80 GBytes hard disk, and DVD-RW drive.

On top of that, I’ve got a new monitor. Again, a black design of IBM ThinkVision C190 CRT monitor. It is bigger than any monitor I had before, although its just 19″. I guess I never had a big enough screen. At first I configured it to run 1600×1200@75Hz, but switched to 1280×1024@85Hz later.

Additionally, I’ve got a black IBM keyboard, with large Enter and Backpspace keys – the way I like them. Unfortunately, it has the Windows keys, which I don’t like at all. They are functional and everything, but I never use them and sometimes I hit them instead of Alts and Ctrls.

And I’ve got an IBM optical USB mouse too.

The specs are good and machine seems pretty fast. I’ll have to get used to DVD-RW and optical mouse though as these are two devices I never had before.

I have already installed Fedora Linux Core 3 on it with all the updates and stuff. I’ll spend the next couple of days restoring my stuff and getting used to this new animal. After that, I’m back at full speed again.

As a side note – I am yet again amazed as to how cheap computers are these days…

Trying to sit

During the last few days Maxim is learning to sit. He is probably bored with the lay-on-your-back point of view and thus shows great interest towards things around him. He also likes to be independent – sit by himself, rather have someone show him around.

His back is way too weak to support his sitting properly, so we don’t let him sit too much. But he is trying always. Even when I try to lay him down, he pushes his head up, and tries to follow it with the rest of his body.

When everything else fails, he pulls himself up using his pacifier strap. Now that does look really hilarious!

Anyway, Maxim can sit for about a minute on his own, when his back rests on something. Like armchair back, or my belly. After that, he is usually losing balance and fall on one of his sides.

I guess, he’ll be sitting all by himself pretty soon now.