This is a subject from a recent spam email I recieved:
This is the address of the first instruction following the zero terminating byte.
I can’t understand a word you’re saying does not mean “Please shout down the phone”.
At around 4am GMT, I switched over to Zen. The initial speed was 4meg, although over the next week my speed is likely to fluctuate anywhere between 2meg and 8meg. Here’s hoping it’s higher ^_^
I locked myself out of the flat, not 10 seconds after I had my keys in my hands.
Whoever it is working on the flat upstairs left the back door to the flat open, so I managed to let myself back in.
My life consists of a room with two doors and a single matress on a simple frame. Through one door is a infinitely vast library, which as near as I can tell contains the sum of human knowledge. Through the other however….
I’ve never been through the other door. Sure, I’m curious to know what lies beyond it, but I’m also curious to know what I can learn from this library. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve spent here in this library. I don’t seem to use the bed for much more than a comfortable alternative to the chair in the center of the library.
The door to the library was open when I arrived here. The other door was closed. Did I come here through the closed door, or through the library ? I don’t know anymore. I can’t remember much else than what I’ve learnt by reading these books. Did I remember how I got here when I started ? Was my mind a blank before or after I came here ? Did all the knowledge I’m cramming into my mind push out my other memories ? I don’t know the answers to these questions.
If I came here through the closed door, why did I come here in the first place ? If I came here through the library, where is the exit in the library ? I’ve explored the countless shelves looking for a way out, but all I find is more books. More knowledge. Nothing with the answers I seek, or at least the answers that were sought after till I gave up looking. I don’t seem to age here, so what’s the point in wasting time when the library is infinite ? Learn first, look later. Perhaps the answers will be in the books themselves, and not the library.
As you may have noticed, I haven’t been writing these for a while. Basically what happened is I went through a depressive sink, stopped playing NwN, then started playing again on one character, went through another depressive sink, then started playing again and worked through one or two depressive sinks on that character. I’ve been through the original campaign, SoU, and I’m quite close to finishing chapter two of HotU.
I doubt that I’ll ever be “finishing” these diaries in the traditional sense. Perhaps if I ever get my hands on NwN 2, I’ll have gotten the charger for my iBook by then and I’ll be able to multi-task blogging much easier. Of course, I could just as easily do some script-fu and hack apart the custom journal entries and blog there, but the chances of that happening are just as likely as a replacement iBook charger arriving tomorrow along with a new iBook as an apology.
I’ll be coming for you next, Endsleigh.
I live near a primary school, and as a result a lot of parents come to drop off their kids.
On the occasions I can get myself out of the house to get on the bus on a morning, I notice the habits of the parents. They’re a bunch of selfish idiots- at least the ones who park on the main road are. One car after the other drove up. One even came over from the opposite lane and parked in the designated bus area– parking the wrong way to drive off.
The weird thing was though, that all these people drove silver cars.