Saddam Hussein arrested in Iraq.
A far cry from the mighty military leader he was viewed as 9 months ago…
Hey Saddam, where’s the WMD’s? Huh? Got none? Thought so…
I’m not even kidding, funniest bit I found was a TV show featuring an island inhabited by Notorious BIG and Tupac where they spend eternity watched over by Lil Kim who appears as a head in the clouds
Weird stuff, it’s like The Beatles Sgt. Pepper cover on a much larger scale… I could easily spend hours looking at it.
As much as I like to go away for a few days, even if it was to freezing, snowy Massachusetts, I really hate coming back here…
I’ve been thinking about the choices I’ve made over the last few years and I wonder what might have been if I had done just a few crucial moments differently… For all I know I might not be where I am right now, I could be somewhere completely different. And I think that’s what depresses me the most.
I’ve not been particularly happy with where I’ve been for the last few years now and I always think how things might be if I was somewhere else, I’d probably have the same mental health problems but… I dunno. It’s probably best if I don’t think about alternate universes where a happy version of me might exist because that’s not me, I’m me, not him…
Comprende?
Another thing about taking a few days off is you have piles of work to get through, just because I was off doesn’t mean work stops flying into the equivalent of my “in box”.
Thanks to those guys with the kind words over the last few days, but really… I’m ok.
Here’s a few pictures of my weekend away…
If you want something interesting, here is a few photoshopped panorama’s of the Blue Lagoon Geothermal Spa in Iceland, Medford, Massachusetts and the Charles River.
Well, we had the talk (again) and (again) it seems like I’m doomed to a life of Friends™. Is that my life? Always the nice guy who tries to do the right thing but ends up just being the friend™? The Human Doormat™?
Ask anyone, I can empathise and mirror someones feeling like it’s no ones business. But when it comes to my own I’m in complete denial…
Anon Person: “Hey Greg, how you feeling?”
Greg’s Mind: “I’m dying here man, I’m cold, sad and lonely, I wish a bus would hit me so I’d be put out my misery… Oh woe is me”
Greg: “I’m peachy, how are you?”
I’m not one for suicidal tendencies, so don’t worry about that. I’m just wondering where I go from here. I’m not the first one to feel heartache and loss like this, and I know I’ll get over it someday, but what to do until that day? I’ve not so much as looked at another woman for the last few years, so I dunno what to do… I think about her all the time, I talk to her (in my head) all the time.
I’ll just stop my stupid whining, I think you people must be sick of it, god knows I’m sick of it…
But there I go again, repressing emotions and staying in denial…
I could say whatever I want here, no one can stop me, Melody never reads this anymore anyways, back in the old days she was my number one fan, and critic, and editor of sorts by pointing out spelling and grammatical mistakes that I’m prone to do. She sat with me night in and night out as I typed whatever it was I was typing and gave some creative input from time to time. I took a break at the end of 2001 so I could spend more time with her instead of spending night after night on the PC.
She was my world and now she’s gone. I just hope whoever she ends up with treats her right, or I’ll exercise my Best Friend™ duty and curb kick his ass, Sonny Corleone style…
So what does this mean for me? I don’t have any answers to any questions… It’s funny, because when we talk about old times, she remembers the bad stuff and I remember the good stuff, maybe we were just polar opposites trying to connect… Maybe there was real love in there, and as Sting said “If You Love Somebody, Set Them Free”. Well, I love her, and I’m setting her free, maybe she’ll come back or maybe she won’t, but that’s beyond my control, and I hate not being in control of my own destiny.
In my long history of bad ideas, this weekend rates pretty high as a god-almighty bad idea…
Maybe in my delusional mind it was a good idea and up until a few hours ago it was a good idea, but I’m battling myself and, unsurprisingly, I’m losing…
I’m not sure what I had in mind to come and see her, maybe I was thinking some crazy shit, and based on the crazy shit I’ve been thinking recently, it must have been some real crazy shit… Everytime I think I have it all under control, a wave of wild emotion washes over me… Like we’re sitting on the couch and I just want to snuggle up against her, or even just touch her, but I can’t, it’s so frustrating… We’re out and about in town and I can’t but help but look at her, I want to kiss her, I want to hug her, I want everything to be alright but I won’t… It’s too far gone for that and I know I wouldnt be happy if things were back to normal but don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you got till it’s gone. I want to tell her I love her dearly, but that would just freak her out and make the rest of the weekend become more awkward than it needs to be… Or already is…
Typical bullshit from me ladies and gentlemen. I need to get my head checked.
Even right now, I’m glacing over at her, hoping for eye contact, a spark of recognition, a sign… ANYTHING, but anything is fleeting and that’s not how it’s going to go down.
My heart skips a beat when she say’s I look better than I have in years, but nothing comes of it… We have nothing in common, we have nothing to talk about. Well we do have something to talk about but we just don’t want to talk about it, or I don’t want to talk about it. It’s a catch-22 situation, I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t.
Then the weather kicks in and a foot of snow dumps it’s self outside practically marooning us in here. Who can be bothered battling through those elements? Certainly not me!
So the frost inside matches the frost outside, I just hope we can start to talk, and take it from there.
I know she wants to read this now, should I delete it? I know it’s going to incriminate me…
Crap… With less than 24 hours to go before the big face off, Melody is getting mad at me for not backing her up in an argument with one of her co-workers…
I’m all like, what the fuck? What in the blue hell have I got to do with this?
And the sad thing is that it is such a petty argument but she refuses to give in when she thinks she’s right…
So I get an email this morning saying:
“fuck you,
I’m right,
you’re wrong”
So I’ll put it into the public domain…
Dear readers of www.scamcity.co.uk, do YOU think that people from small islands are less likely to take “road trips” compared to people from the vast country of the United States of America?
Stupid I know… I said Americans are more likely due to the size and diversity of their country, which got turned around into her saying the island is “about the size of Glasgow and they DID NOT TAKE ROAD TRIPS there!”
Screw this, I’m not falling into that trap but it was too late, words were twisted until the finale…
“You should just listen and have my back. anyway, this is why I don’t want to be with you.”
So all the anticipation of seeing her again has been well and truly killed… This is going to be a long weekend.
Some fool has decided to stitch 196 separate images together to make a gigapixel image of Bryce Canyon in Utah.
Let’s look at some of the stats:
- Final image dimensions: 40,784 x 26,800 pixels
- Number of pixels in final image: 1,093,011,200 (1.09 gigapixel)
- Final image file size: 2,068,654,055 bytes
- Number of source images: 196
- Number of pixels in source images: 1,233,125,376 (196 images * 3072*2048)
- Time required to capture component images: 13 minutes
- Time required to set control points: 2 hours
- Time required to optimize project: 2 days
- Time required to stitch project: 4 days
- Time required to blend seams / correct misalignments / finalize image: 3 days
40,784 x 26,800 pixels… Put into perspective, your monitor is probably between 800 x 600 and 1,280 x 1,024 pixels…
So thats like 9 days work on one image thats so huge no-one will really appreciate it… Especially as it has more detail than the human eye could see if standing where the picture was taken.
3 Days Till I See Melody Again:
Remember her? I may have mentioned her once or twice recently… I’m a bit scared to look her in the face again, but it’s a good kind of scared. Like I’ll be exorcising a demon or two…
23 Days Till Christmas:
Current number of presents bought… 0, yes zero, nada, zip, sweet FA…
53 Days Till I Go To Atlanta:
Which I’m really looking forward to…
So that’s 3, 23 and 53… This is post 103 (but really 100 as I deleted 3). 3, it’s the magic number.
I’ve been wearing one for the last two years, not just one day.
Another day and another day I feel like crap, happens every winter without fail.
Or is it just a bad cold?
Someone I know once described it as such:
Makes sense to me really…