Cogs can think.

The only celebrity I would give my life for.

You know that feeling, when you, like, look at the stuff happening around you, the interaction with someone, and it all just does not make any sense whatsoever, but you just go with it, for the sake of that someone and the interaction itself?

Well, that’s how I feel right now. What the hell is happening?

Lately, I’ve seen a dramatic rise of a new kind of zealot on OSNews (and on other websites as well): the minor project zealot. I have encountered (via email as well as on OSNews itself) zealots of ReactOS, Haiku, Sabayon Linux, and, most interestingly, anti-Zeta/Bernd Korz zealots. They have one thing in common: they are not, in any way, part of the projects they ‘zealot’ for.

What’s next, Notepad zealots?

Jesus people, get a life.

On the news today they showed this nun from France who will apparantly play an important role in the whole process of turning ex-Pope John Something II (or whatever he’s called in English) into a saint. She claims to have been healed of Parkinson’s disease thanks to the ex-Pope.

Right.

I whish to apply my parents’ cat Roza for sainthood. We got her for my mother when she was very ill of cancer in 2005, as ‘bezigheidstherapie’ (Google that) for the lonely days my mother faced because she could not go to work due to al the chemo and radiationcrap burning in her veins. Anyway, my mother survived the cancer, and now I attribute it all to our beloved Roza.

I’ll take Saint Roza’s day with that, please. I hope it’s a Monday.

After being Mac-less for almost a year (save for my iMac G3 running OS9), I am now back on Mac.

David, OSNews’ owner, sent me his PowerMac G4 Cube. I’ve been wanting a Cube for a really long time, but could never afford one (even 2nd hand they are expensive here in The Netherlands). It is the 450Mhz model, with 768MB pc133 SDRAM, 130GB harddrive, DVD-ROM drive, and the upgraded GeForce 2MX videocard with 32MB RAM (for Quartz Extreme support). I’m surprised at how well this thing runs OS X (cache! Cache! Cache!).

By far, the Cube is Apple’s best looking computer ever. As far as I’m concerned, the Cube is the top of Apple’s design, and after that, it only got worse. The iMac G4 is nice, but a bit messy (not as clean). The iMac G5 is extremely slick, but the thick bar underneath the screen destroys its lines (it’s still the best home computer money can buy, though). The PowerMac G5 looks neat, but is way too large to be considered beautiful, while the Mac Mini is simply too mini. Apple’s notebooks, while once way ahead of their time, are now just dull to me. They have had the same look for years now.

The Cube is not without its problems, though, but I’ll save that for an OSNews article.

Eddie Griffin should be shot. No questions asked. He wrecked an Enzo. Jesus Christ.

Things like this piss me off. I would honour this car. I would cherish it. I would go to bed with it. Then, some American comes along, not realising that controlling a 1.1m Euro Ferrari with 660bhp is something different than driving an El Camino down Route 66, and smashes it.

Damn.

I am so thoroughly sick of ‘virtualisation’. If I see one more ‘IT pro’ comment on ‘virtualisation’, I will personally rip off his limbs.

The bond between me and my brothers (better put: between the world/reality/everything and my brothers) has never been all that good. Maybe when we were very young, but all the shit that happened after that kind of obscures my view on my pre-teenage years.

Anyway, because of who and what my brothers were, I always tried extremely hard at being totally unlike them. This meant general things like in fact going to school, not picking up smoking, not terrorising the rest of the family, not stealing from my parents and brothers, not going to juvenile mental institutions prison, you know, the whole nine yards. Being a teenager in one of the richest countries with one of the best schooling systems in the world, with the best parents you can ever wish for, in a fairly wealthy and very loving family is, like, hard.

I also avoided very specific things. For years, I tried me very best to steer away from the music my brothers would listen to. Now, when it comes to my oldest brother, that’s not very difficult, but when it comes to my middle brother, that was kind of actually difficult. He has a very, very, very decent taste in music. Still, I never even glanced at the bands or artists he listened to, because in my fragile little mind (yeah right) I had constructed this warped idea that not listening to the same music would somehow help me in my life-long ambition of not becoming like my brothers.

Not too long ago, I broke this nonsense thought by diving into the world of The Cardigans, which, as regular readers of my blog (do they exist?) will know, was a fairly big success. Today, I did the same thing. I bought Bjork’s “Postal”, and I’m loving it. As I love the 10E worth of Jelly Beans I bought.

There goes the relative safety of my teenage mind.

I’m in Zwolle right now. On the edge of the Dutch bible belt.

I cuss too much. My friends and I (all from the rich, godless West) turn heads over here.

It’s a sad sad story when a mother will teach her daughter that she ought to hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world can the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge
That they’d write me a letter sayin’ that I better shut up and sing or my life will be over

You know, while in The Netherlands you can easily criticise the government, death threats are, sadly, common practice over here as well these days. The prime minster, cabaratiers, other opinion makers - it’s common here ever since Pim Fortuyn got shot.

I feel very, very sad for the Dixie Chicks over the “incident”.

Freedom of speech is fine, as long as you don’t do it in public.

That’s how much free speech is worth these days. Shut up and sing, indeed.