whitebread

First off, that ‘k’ at the end of your name: a. makes me want to wretch and b. isn’t fooling anyone. The only way in which you are magic is that you do completely incomprehensible things. Why the fuck do you add color information to a black and white image by default? Yeah, a lot of zeros is just what I need jackass. Hey, why don’t you take my bilevel 12KB file and pad it with zeros so that it’s 1.1MB? Nice work asshole. When I specify “-monochrome” I’m not fucking kidding, ok? I actually want you to make that bitch monochrome. You know why? Because my god damn input file was monochrome. I know you love colors and all, but lets get something straight, moron. I’m the user and you’re the program so you get to do what I say, not whatever the hell you want.

P.S. your documentation makes me want to invade Iraq.

Something to help you appreciate what you have (read the caption). Or bring you to tears, if you’re b.

This error from gcc might mean you have forgotten a semicolon after a function prototype. Check your header files.

If you’re compiling something and you get this, despite having included sys/types.h

error: expected specifier-qualifier-list before ‘u_int’

You have to pass this to the compiler:
-D_GNU_SOURCE

Well, obviously.

Turns out I like Brian Eno more than I thought. I highly recommend you check
this out.

As of a few minutes ago, the united states spent $687,192,623,570 destroying Iraq. For that money, we could have built
something like 14,000 miles of high speed rail.
That’s:
New York To Los Angeles
New York to Seattle
Minneapolis to San Antonio
Minneapolis to Ft. Lauderdale

with FIVE THOUSAND MILES OF TRACK TO SPARE.

Then again, we’d still have Iraqis with electricity and such.

I’ve come to the realization that my closest friends are the ones who know when I’m making excuses. Take b for example. A few days ago she said to me, “Fatboy, get your ass back in that saddle”. Except she said it all b-style. So I rode me bike, and all was well.

No, I’m not talking about Coleman. I’m talking about Norman. My guess is that all of you know about Norman already from my previous posts, but if you don’t, you can read this:
this

Regardless, I find it gravely unjust that few people know the name Norman Borlaug. A man who was never hungry himself, but wanted desperately to feed people.
In part because hunger is awful, but really because it is not possible “to build a peaceful world on empty stomachs”.

So I’m asking all five of the readers of this site to tell everyone you know about Norman Borlaug. Because he was good, and because he was right.

When I was young I saw a nature documentary on snow monkeys. I think it was the saddest thing I have ever seen, because a baby monkey died and the mother howled for days. She carried the body around too, long after it was dead. I thought to myself, “How sad–she’s just an animal and can’t understand what happened.”

Today, I think the true sadness lies in knowing that we are no better off than the monkeys. I’ve been carrying Coleman around in my head for more than a year now, and I don’t feel any further along. I don’t know why he’s dead and I’m alive. So it’s time to let him go, at least a little. Leaving my desk to sob isn’t doing anyone any favors. Plus I have it on good authority that Coleman would be angry if he knew that I were still affected like this.

I still miss you Coleman, and probably always will, but I have to go live while I still can.