Bellum gerrere//Tempus fugit//Scripta manent

Pretty much four week left until the best day of my life. Unless I fail again, which would be who knows which time. And no, I’m not talking about the Latin exam, despite the entry’s title…that one will take place in January or February. This is something far more important than bellum gerrere, it’s, well tempus fugit.

I did a stupid thing on Sunday. My Portugese friend living in UK logged in onto MSN with the name Damn Fireworks! and, knowing how to pronounce the name of the holiday, but suddenly unable to spell it properly, I asked her if it was the “Gay Fox” day. I meant to write Guy Fawkles…but I failed miserably.

As for the things from the previous entry, which I actually didn’t finish, all of them continued to happen. In the case of the thing from the first paragraph, that’s more than good, as it’s wonderful to meet new people who make you smile, make witty jokes and actually listen to what you’re talking about…however, in the case of that other thing, it’s horror. Invisible Movement got suspended. First some idiots and/or robots spammed my mailing list. I moved it to Feedblitz, but 2 days later weird things started happening again and it turned out that my site was using 55% of the server’s CPU. I have no idea what was going on. And I had no way to pay for some other hosting, as I don’t have a credit/debit card and, even if I did, everything I saved for the past couple of months is being saved for my university fee and the thing that might or might not happen this time in December. A friend suggested that I should take donations for the site; another friend agreed to accept the PayPal donations. And, well, I think the problem will be solved by the end of the week. I miss Invisible Movement, I need to work on it, there are show reviews, videos and pics I need to post, this world needs as much John Frusciante as possible!

As of now, my other websites and my friends’ sites that I host are staying on this reseller account.

Other than this mess, November has been good so far. On 1st November, Mira (whose website is currently down, so I’m not linking it) and I went out to do weird stuff, in order, to, well, celebrate 1st November…my bird Gigi’s 3rd birthday and something people like Mira and some others are obviously celebrating :p It was fun. We went to Lush and I tested a fresh face mask, then we were walking down the main street with, as we said, “ignorant and self-loving posture”, then we went to McDonald’s. Later that day, I read on some forum that there were people who were REALLY celebrating that day…like, for serious. I think that’s whacked, to be honest.

Two days later, us Lush Serbia forum members had our little November gathering…which eventually turned to be the big November gathering as there were 11 of us. For those who ever want to come to Belgrade, the dream cup at Cofee Dream is to die for! Whipped cream, yellow cream, fresh cherries, icecream, fruit juice, white and black chocolate crispies…you know you want it

October’s end

This is not an entry you’ll get to read on the most of other people’s blogs on the last day of October, so I’m reeeeally sorry that I don’ fit into the cliché.

14 days ago someone sort of…slapped me in the face, in a good way. We met earlier this year and I instantly liked them for many reasons: enormous intelligence, knowing at what point people’s discussions turn from interesting to tasteless and their slight resemblance to my childhood best friend, as if they were a version 2.0 of that person (who is, by the way, not really nice, as we spoke a couple of weeks ago, talked about seeing each other and she’s not even returning text messages now! So NOT nice and so not sincere…). That evening, when I came home from a small gathering we both went to, I sat down and cried. I wondered if I was really becoming so strange that even people who don’t know me that well can notice it. And, at the same time, I couldn’t believe that someone was so nice to me, as I almost always have the bad luck of running into egoists, agony aunts, fake moralists and…you know, all those idiots. And, somehow, after that day, I did a huge amount of work, I didn’t sleep for more than 10-12 hours per night (and that’s a big step forward for me) and I didn’t cry one single time. It’s a nice feeling. And I wish we could be friends. I must be silly with the “will you be my friend” attitude, but ummm…sometimes it works. It would really be nice. Either way, I’m thankful to them for giving me a stress-free second half of October 2006.

However, some others have done all they could, probably because they’re dumb. Basically, someone descrambled the URLs to the new and very popular video clips on Invisible Movement and found the exact path to the .wmv files on the server. And what happened next? A bunch of “lol im so dumb how r u lol” MySpace kids have started using those videos on their freakin’ profile pages, among falling skulls, bright green lines, so all of their 6556566 friends out of them they know 2 could see them. Isn’t that cute? I am looking for the best way to protect my files so this never happens again. I’m also considering switching that domain to Dreamhost or some similar provider which does offer a lot, but is reliable enough at the same time.
Seriously, how does one deal with idiots? Any ideas? Experience from people running big sites would surely help.

Last week, I was pretty quiet…why? The last week of October is the week of the famous anual book fair here. It’s the second largest book fair in Europe afer the one in Frankfurt, if I’m correct….

How safe this city really is?

The answer: safer than the most of the European capitals, but not as safe as I thought.

The story starts on Tuesday; when a tram on my favourite line, which I ride on, like 10 times a week or so, de-railed in a street which was actually rebuilt earlier this year and where all the rails and motors were replaced. Of course, after thinking I could’ve been there and after realising that nobody was seriously hurt; I moved on.

However, today it continued. Three fires, two of them a couple of hundred metres from where I live, at the edges of the city centre.

Just when I thought it was over, I read that tomorrow we’re not allowed to go to the biggest park/fortress in the city, as destruction of an unexploded mine from World War II will take place.

This is odd.

All Work And Some Play

.::uni stuff::.
I am pretty much comfortable with the fact that I didn’t pass the second year of my four year studies for…god, you don’t want to know which time. However, I’m not comfortable with the fact that, when I get to the last year someday, I might have someone from 2001 generation I’m a part of teaching me. Sofija is a better student than Mila and me, she is at the beginning of the last year now and she was rather surprised to see one of our class mates from the first year as professor’s assistant. And then, well, I have to wonder. When I was 18, looking at what to choose for my degree, I picked something I really liked. I could have picked English language and I would’ve probably obtained my diploma by now…but I always thought of English language as some sort of an universal, rather easy thing which wouldn’t be that interesting to get deeper into. I could have picked my native language, but what would be the use? I’d have to spend the rest of my life at a highschool or elementary school teaching a bunch of kids with hormones set on overdrive. This way, I hope to find something more creative to do for living.

.::g33k stuff::.
I think the most of the site problems are solved now, apart from the ongoing issues with every single Gravatar plugin I try to use. They all either display no gravatars at all, or they display the default one for every single person. Why do the Gravatars hate me? I seriously don’t get this anymore.

The commenter plugger and the threaded comments plugin hate each other, since the first one is plugging *me* after I reply to someone else’s comment. I can live with the ridiculous idea of plugging myself on my own website, but it’s still…stupid.

I am currently making myself some link buttons. I feel bad because I owe one to Sam and I just SUCK at making buttons. So, well, hope these on the domain page are at least satisfying.

And I am desperately looking for a plugin which would enable me to blog in Serbian as well, without too much fuss or without installing another WP.

.::stuff stuff::.
Either way, here’s my little reward for the day. My wonderful friend Marian from New York sent me a letter, a little something for which I can’t still figure out what it is, the both Dani California singles and one of the Tell Me Baby Singles…2 of those 3 were bought via gift certificate from my Amazon associate earnings; the third one was a gift. And, the best part of the gift is the November 2006 issue of Guitar Player Magazine, with John Frusciante on the cover. The article is amazing, he’s talking about recording of Stadium Arcadium…in fact, he dissected every single song to atoms, he revealed the secrets of what he was using in terms of equipment. My mother was, as usual, annoyed with the cover, she compared John to Genaro Gattuso, she accused him of wanting to gain more female fans by wearing an unbuttoned shirt and she was pretending not to hear me when I said that John today is what Hendrix and Page were back in the days. Blah…either way, if you want to see the whole article, head over to Invisible Movement; I should have it up there soon.

So…all hail Marian and fingers crossed to her because that wonderful woman is going to two Red Hot Chili Peppers’ shows this week and she deserves to have the best time ever. I am as excited as if I would be if I was going to those shows.