I think I might have seriously screwed up my new system last night. Maybe. I recompiled libc6 with -shared, but I don’t think I needed to. Then because of ;a fubared teTeX install the manual wouldn’t compile (wee) and I think I forgot to prefix it with /usr, and it might have installed itself in /usr/local. We’ll have to see. The bummer is that the pngtest that comes with libpng just segfaulted, no idea why. When I get home I think I’ll either a) nuke it all and start again, using what I’ve learnt over the last 2 days as a guide, or b) just go through the system, nuking dupe files (if I did screw it up last night and install in /usr/local/ I’ll have the correct files in /usr right?). Or maybe I’ll go out, hang with people, have fun, meet millions of beautiful women and fall in love. We’ll see how I feel. I’d like to get gtk and the gimp compiled though… 🙂
Could be an all night thing (both the building of the system and the falling in love… though the first option is far easier to accomplish).
Lately I’m wondering if I’m actually still part of the human race. I have no patience or time for people, work, fun-work, cleaning, etc. I just want to sleep for about a year and get my brain back to normal.
And I want to know why jack’s checkurls is screwed up too (if you don’t understand this just ignore it).
Oh yea, I’ve been meaning to bitch about this for a while. When you approach a set of traffic lights, in N. America anyway, there is a thing called yeilding. Now if you are turning left you yeild to those going straight through the lights.
Now, lets take an example. You are waiting to turn left to go to the college, there are a row of cars ahead of you also turning left. On the opposite side of the road there are other cars coming towards you but they are turning left as well.
Now do you
- A) stop to see if maybe, just maybe one of the cars coming opposite is in fact going straight through instead of turning left, thus requiring you to maybe pause before you turn left.
or - B) just blow through the intersection because there is no chance in hell that someone on the other side is not doing the same as the rest of the people on that side of the road and turning left and therefor there is no need for you to check or heaven forbid yeild to someone.
Well lets just say that lately I’ve been slamming on the brakes and hitting the horn at the intersection outside my apartment building. Well, not really slamming on the brakes, cause I have faith that 99.99% of the human race are mindless fscking idiots and I regulate my speed accordingly. It’s nice to wail on the horn first thing in the morning and see some half asleep college student heading to school off the highway jerk awake and go ‘huh? oh, guess I should have looked before turning huh’.
“It’s all right to be filled with hate, people are stupid” — Solas, circa our tech support years
Aside: Ever have a moment in time when out of nowhere you are assaulted, bodily by a memory of a moment or an image and you can’t get it out of your mind? Your existance, hell, time itself just stops as you get whisked away by some sweet rememberance. You’re powerless to stop it and can simply sit there, eyes open but not seeing what is in front of you, mind months (or was it years) away from here, seeing and feeling something that may or may not have happened. Your body and mind are taken forcefully out of your own control by your memories and are only returned to you when they seem fit, leaving you with just the faint memory of her lips, maybe, or maybe not.
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Well, neither have I, honest.