Yes, this is supposed to be a message about something or something else. Kind of, or so I suppose. We'll have to see how it goes.

Well, actually, I think I'll just add this art masterpiece for your enjoyment. It took me several minutes to create, so it's no trivial matter. Right.

This could be something else, kind of, I suppose. Maybe it is.

Bah, what kind of title is that?

I've just calculated that the circumference of the Earth is about 40,000 km. I calculated this by running Google Earth, and used the measure tool to get the distance from the North Pole to the South Pole. Then I doubled it. It was pretty close to 40,000 km so I evened it out a bit to get this nice number (you can do that; I've learned that from a course about semi-conductors. Yes, that course sucks). I figure this was probably the way they first came up with an approximate for the Earth's circumference.

Note: This is fiction, but it is based on a real occurrence.

About a week ago me and my lab partner completed our solution to a programming assignment and submitted it for examination. We were pretty pleased with our solution, and thought it would pass without problems.

Some days later I got an e-mail. It was the results from the assignment examination. "Cool," I thought, "let's see what this guys think of our solution." I opened the e-mail, and the first line said "Your assignment has been Rejected". I had not expected this and entered a state of light shock (almost). I read on.

First thing the guy who had examined our solution (let's call him Alex) had written was the following: "I changed your code, and the entities in the program crashes." I became confused. I thought he was supposed to examine what we had written, not he. He had included the code that he had changed:


That's odd. The original code was:


So what he was saying was that our entities were crashing when their setSpeed function ignored the actual speed they tried to set. Meaning, when they tried to stop, by running setSpeed(0), they didn't and crashed instead. Well, duh. I never would have guessed. I wondered if this guy was trying to bully us or if he just wasn't very clever.

We handed in the assignment again, now with a comment about the setSpeed function, how it worked, why the solution worked when the setSpeed function was intact and so on.

A day later, the answer arrived. I opened it. It said "Your assignment has been Rejected". Sigh. Now what? I read on, and this time Alex had written "Ok, they don't crash when setSpeed is OK. But when I removed your main loop, the program no longer works. Fix it." What the hell? What's wrong with this guy?

Me and my lab partner laughed a bit about it, then we sent an e-mail to the person responsible for the course. We thought that maybe he could have a chat with this Alex guy. Only he never answered. Great. So we tried to submit our solution yet again. The working original solution, with no additional comments, except the line "This is the main loop. It is vital for the program. No touchie."

Yesterday, there was this e-mail. It said, "Your assignment has been Rejected. There's something wrong with your setSpeed function. I'm afraid you've used up all your possible hand-in tries for this assignment, so you will have to wait until next year to try again. This means you fail this year's course."

Wow. That's like a completely new level of stupidity. Time to go talk to someone important ...

I'm surrounded by idiots. Or maybe not surrounded, but there sure seems to be more than enough of them in the building where I dwell. But then, the place is cheap. Idiots can afford cheap. Apparently.

February. Already. Time goes by, but nothing really happens. Odd. Pointless. Oh, well, you can hardly stop time. And making things happen, that's even harder.

We entered the room. It was all wrong. There were five walls, yet the brochure had said it would just be four. And the roof. Something was definitely wrong with it. It was all curved. Like some kind of curve. Horrible.

My friend did not dare enter. He stood just outside the door, shaking and speaking jibberish. I let him be for now. I did not want to endanger him. And the room was clearly dangerous. Someone had left a vase of flowers on the table. Obviously the work of some sick mind. I jumped at it and managed to kill it, barely escaping with my life intact.

It's safe now! I shouted to my friend. He stopped shaking and looked at me. It was a weird look. I became suspicous. Maybe someone had replaced my friend with a robot, when I wasn't looking? But before I could shut the door, he rolled in. He stood up, and said Right! It did not seem as odd. Maybe he was being reprogrammed? I backed away and hid in the bedroom.

The bedroom was a relief. It only had four walls. But five chairs. Most odd. How many chairs do you need in a hotel bedroom? None at all, I had believed. But now my belief was shaken. It was not what I had wanted. The tiny thread left held for now, but for how long, I wondered. Till tomorrow? Who could tell.

My robot friend had not followed me. I put myself flat against the wall, and turned my head around so that I could look conspicuously out through the bedroom door. He was gone. Or was he hiding? I sat down on the floor and thought about it. Then I crawled slowly through the door. He was nowhere to be seen. I let my gaze travel the room, but it saw no robots at all. Only scary stuff like paintings and windows.

Then I heard the noise. It came from the bathroom. This place has got a bathroom? was my first impulse. And clearly it had. It was not obvious at first, but there it was. The door was locked. Could that be where the robot was hiding? Should I stay quiet? Or should I confront it? I knocked. My friend's voice answered Hey, man, take it easy. I won't be long. Not at all robotish. My confusion grew. I turned around. There were pink curtains. Just plain sick.

I went over to the couch. It looked OK. I prod it, but it made no move to eat me. I sat down. It had an oddly red and brown colour. I was still, as to trick it. And it did not respond. Victoriously, I pulled my feet up from the hidious floor, and lay down. There was a TV just across the table. It was not on. This was wrong. But how could this state be changed? I saw no remote. Was there no remote? Had it not been invented yet, or had it just fallen between cushions on the couch? What year was this, anyway? There were so many questions that I could not answer.

I ignored the TV. The robot was still gone. There did not seem to be any overwhelming threat at the moment. Maybe I could sleep some. Now when things were calm. Later the terror might turn up again. Yes, I thought I should sleep some. I did.

Oh, Mr. Cookie, where are you hiding? Truly, I promise, I won't eat you. So please, get out of your hiding. Now that's a good Mr. Cookie. Come here ...

*grab* *chew* *swallow*

Mwhahahahaha! Cookies are easily duped.

Although far from finished, a first version of the new jolle.se is up. It doesn't have any extended functionality over the last version yet.

Obviously, that's not what it is supposed to say.

Slowly it all goes weird. No ceiling, no walls. No sky. Falling down. You should see it. It's not a normal sight. Yet if there was something true within it you would not wonder I think. Yea. Because things are not like that. Things happen, and stuffs move on. Nothing left to fear, nothing left to hate, nothing left to listen to and in some weird way interpret. Music? Yes. Shadows? No. Berries? Why not. Cake? Sure. Cameras? Maybe not just now. Idiocy? I already got that, thank you. And lo! why was that? Surely no one can find what in that is not that in what is not that in not what is not that is weird. Yea, and I said unto them: Thou shall make sense, but they did not listen. They did not understand. Yet it was all so clear. If only they would understand. They would see things differently. And yet. And yet not. No one would see that. No one sees walls without windows that's not there. Not even ceilings. No.

But yet. Maybe if someone did? Would pineapple be included? Would cream? Whipped cream perhaps? I'd like that very much right now. But I'm not sure it's available at the time being. No. I will have to do with something else. Madness? Not really. Madness never really solves problems. It just hides them. So that's no good. Maybe buying a wall would do? Maybe painting it yellow so people can see it? Maybe calling someone somewhere on random and ask them to slowly tell how it comes that flipper ever aired? The deep mysteries. The deep gibberish. I'm not really involved. Impulses can surface in the sea, as they can in lakes. But in creeks. That's the stuff. It flops up and down and it's just small glimpses, not making any sense. So you grab it, you notice it, you try to interpret it. Do you succeed? No. Usually not. Most people don't. I don't. I can only miss my walls.

But walls is not all there is to it. What about floors? Floors are quite important, but not quite as important as, say, hidden vegetables. Yea. That's more like it. And you can find them if you look, perhaps. And thus it may make sense. To eat. Maybe. Or not to eat. It's vegetables, after all. It's nothing easy. There's nothing obvious. Nothing clear. Muddled. There's good things, there's bad things. I would like to see myself as a good thing. But compared to vegetables, most people are. Most things are. I kind of like this keyboard. It was cheap. Cheap like the moments in life which you get for free. In a way. Yet you strive, mayhaps. You work. But does you get anywhere? Without no walls, no. Walls are important.

Walls. Yea.

Tomorrow morning will be interesting. For one thing, I have a washing time booked so I'll get a lot of clean clothes. Other than that ... well, I dunno really. We'll see, I suppose.

I'm thinking about setting up a better jolle.se entry page than what is available at the time being. However, it will all depend on how much time I'll get my hands on. So we'll see.

Dreaming, thinking, sleeping, eating. That's what I'm good at, I reckon. I just hate it, though, that you can't (usually) get paid to do that.

Woha! It's awful out there.. dry snow and very, very windy. And cold. Not nice to walk in at all.

Oh, the gaspness of it! The last entry was the 200th entry. I should have noticed before posting it and posted something else instead... but too late now. So here you get this extra stupid bonus entry. Enjoy!

Oh thou hidden of mist like shining fish of great importance, are thou wondering why this is not written in words forgotten, then thou shall know that these words are indeed forgotten, even if not in our time. Remember, as he said upon them, that everything that ever was and ever will be might be seen by Them from the outside, and in now for them they shall (are) read (reading) this and they will (are) see (seeing) that in what is our future and their present there's a place where it is now (in Their time) forgotten (but in our world). And as such we must realize, that only because thou do not listen to the weakened souls, this words are indeed words forgotten, and thou shall know that thou are reading what is hidden. Realizing from this, it is plain that thou are special who can reads words forgotten and everyone that calls upon this power is a saint in the eyes of the heathen and forever shall be (are) placed in the halls of vision; knowing everything, feeling everything, steering the events of time until it is no more. As it already is for them who shall (are) watch (watching) the end.

Edit: Correction: I believe the entry before the last actually was the 200th. The math of it is befuddling me.

Harangue, suffrage, plague, conquistador, vague, rage ... such funny words! Perheps not meaning anything funny, but that's of no importance! They sound kind of funny. Duck.

Also, a special word of interest today: Buglit, meaning
1. To be lit by light emitted from bugs.
2. Mispronunciation of bugrit (bugger it).

The humble farmer stood under the sky, his hands raised high. Above him the clouds were forming fast, as if they were directed at last. He stood there suddenly from lightning lit, wondered greatly why they did it. The hills was roaring from the wind blowing, the grass waving oddly glowing. His arms was hurting as he held them up in the air, it was starting to become hard to bear. Then he heard his friend calling that the food was ready, and he lowered his hands and walked away steady. Just afterwards out of the sky four riders appeared, but no one at them peered. When they this finally saw, in disappointment they said 'Aww'.

I know I spam a lot with just pictures of muffins and cookies and stuff, but I just can't help it.

And today I've taken this nice picture of a muffin. And just because it's such a lovely muffin, I took a second picture. Mm-mmm.

Don't take my previous message too serious. It was 1am, I was tired, had watched a movie, and was listening to music in a completely unlit room. It was a bit moody and I just got a bit melodramatic.