Iva’s WTF site - Squirrelism.net

Listen up.

From now on, this domain is my overall blog - for fun stuff, current events and such.
Iva-is.me will be all about me, what I’ve been up to and such.

That’s it for now. More later. I do plan a post including a manual on how to get rid of pests in your toilet bowls. A different kind of pests.

After exactly, precisely, not-less-or-more-than 20 years, damn me if I’m the first person to say this. But it seems that I am.

What if the spammers are right?
Every time my Microsoft Outlook rings, I know that I have a new email message. Recently, 80% of them are the same.

So, even though I’m obviously female, as they brainwashed me by mentioning my “fishing rod”, “little guy” et cetera way too often; I realised that they MIGHT BE RIGHT. So, it took me a while to find a way to measure something that obviously does not exist.

I used this handy online tool to measure the size of my p3n15. It turns out that my non-existing manhood is 11.5 cm. So, perhaps the spammers are right. I do need v14gr4. Darn, huh?

Either way, I will have to look out for Secret, scrotum-kicking Hungarians that come out of nowhere in the dark.

I have just discovered DOPPLR by having seen a link to it on a well-known web developer/enterpreur’s blog and clicking it to see what it is.

So, I have a profile there now. I’ll be adding my humble collection of as-many-travels-as-a-lower-middle-class-Serb-can-do-under-visa-regime there soon. It is pretty interesting, IMHO. And it’s also interesting to see that foreign people are interested in Belgrade, as masochistic as that may be.

There isn’t much that I can add to it right now, I’m afraid, as my recent travels (as in XXI century/adult lufe) come down to this mere list:

• Maribor, Slovenia from 30th June to 11th July this year
• Trieste, Italy on 08th July this year
• Gyula, Hungary from 08th to 15th October 2007
• Vienna, Austria from 05th to 08th December 2006
• Zagreb, Croatia from 08th to 11th July 2006
• Gyula, Hungary from 21st to 29th July 2005
• Gyula, Hungary, 22nd to 24th July 2004 - the one with my mother forgetting the bank card at home
• Gyula, Hungary, from 20th to 31st July 2003
• Maribor, Slovenia from 30th April to 08th May 2003
• Budapest, Hungary from 25 to 31st October 2002

All of that not counting places visited in my own country.
It’s also pretty weird to realise that I have not been anywhere further than 60 km in 2000 and 2001.

One’d think us web designers/coders have an amazing life. No, we don’t. Especially if we’re not adventure-seekers by nature. I still consider 12 hours of cheap train travel to Vienna, seeing John Fr..errr…Red Hot Chili Peppers and meeting up with friends from all over Europe to be my biggest adventure in this life.

Oh well, I’m still young…just a quarter of a century old. If I think of two of my closest friends, one of them has seen the seaside only once in her life; and the other one hasn’t done anything but REALLY lo-fi travelling in the last…too many years.

Alice?

Alice! Wow…that girl sure had gone through something. I love Lewis Carol’s books, even though some people accuse him of…we all know what. But there is one moment in particular that I would like to remind everyone here. In Through The Looking-Glass And What Alice Found There, there’s that ethearal moment when Alice is walking through a forest with a fawn, hugging it. She isn’t saying anything and the fawn isn’t saying anything either. And they do not know who they are, they do not know who the other one is either. At some point, however, Alice’s mind is less blurry and she says something in the lines of: Hey, but I know my name. It’s Alice…Alice…I’ll try not to forget it. That’s the point when the fawn is scared to death, and yells: I’m a fawn! And good lord, you are a human child! and runs away. Forever. Never to be seen again. Just because fawns and humans are not the same thing and there was that fear that Alice would do something. Unnecessary fear, IMHO.

What did I want to say? It is really obvious, but for those who aren’t using brains that much or aren’t interested in using them: society has put labels on us. No one is more exclusive than the other, it is just what they make us think. The fawn and ms. Alice are equal. It is just something neither of them realised at that very point.