A Nerds' blog

Did you ever wake up in the morning after 3 hours of sleep and wish you were dead? Did you ever get to work and developed an intense need to kill your boss in the cruelest way you can imagine? Did you ever get into your university lecture and actually fell asleep during the lecture just to wake up after 12 hours with no one bothering to wake you up for the homework intake? Then, dear friend, you need a coffee.

Home early. Whose car is that?

"I love you too", she lied.

Mission Control, goodbye. Thanks for trying.

For sale: baby shoes, never used.

There was an old farmer who lived on a rock He sat in the meadow just shaking his fist At some boys who were down by the crick Their feet in the water, their hands on their marbles And play things and at half past four There came a young lady she looked like a pretty young creature She sat on the grass She pulled up her dress and she showed them her rumples And laces and white fluffy duck She said she was learning a new way to bring Up her children so they would not spit While the boys in the barnyard were shoveling refuse And litter from yesterday's hunt While the girl in the meadow was rubbing her eyes At the fellow down by the dock He looked like a man with a sizable home In the country with a big fence out front If he asked her politely she'd show him her little Pet dog who was subject to fits And maybe she'd let him grab hold of her small Tender hands with a movement so quick And then she'd lean down to suck on his candy So tasty made of butterscotch And then he s...

Conor, weary of the day's work wanders into the home, clicking on his computer and it whirs to life, walking half-heartedly to his kitchen and making himself a cup of bitter, unsweetened black coffee as he trudges back to the now lit screen. Sitting down and making himself comfortable he sits and reads through what is hundreds of messages from Jennifer, the lovable Neko in his world. However what he reads soon makes him sigh lightly and utter the words "I wonder what that's like." sipping his coffee and continuing to read, envious of the words his retina's display for his brain. He soon finds himself drifting off into his own thoughts, ceaseing to read the messages. "So where do you want to go after the movie?" Conor is asked by a young woman in the seat next to him in his old beat up car, it is the only one he can afford at the time. The girl having black hair and a sweet smile as soft ballads play from the radio, her clothes a pair of blue denim jeans...

Many a time I find myself unable to come up with a proper subject or idea to get into and write in here. I guess inspiration does depend on one's tiredness, and that it can't be at its optimum every single day, but I know this: there's a secret. A sort of magician's hat out of which you pull ideas and put them together. It goes like this: - Pull a set of 3 random words from the dictionary - Make a situation out of them, the funniest one you can if possible - Throw a couple of people from a predefined list of characters into it - Mix it all together - Add humor and a good pint of irony - Shake it all up until you start getting bubbles - Add two frog heads and a crow foot - Smash and stomp it into a dough-ish mass - Add water to the mix and blend it in, until it's liquid enough that you can paint with it - Get it all on your desktop's screen, preferrably a 24'' one so that it fits appropriately - Let it dry - Using a sheet of A3 paper, press i...

Sitting on a hard chair for hours isn't the most comfortable thing to do, especially if all there is to do is carefully watch the newly fabricated robot battery charge, and hoping it doesn't explode because of a potential overvoltage. So there I sat, after days of conceiving and tinkering with the shell for which Markus had been preparing the software for ages. I had my doubts about the hardware he had me install in it, particularly in terms of memory, but in the end it was his call. As I drifted into daydreaming for a while, I figured it would be a great idea to dwell on the pile of plans sitting on the opposite table, silent witnesses of the countless hours spent on this gigantic project: a fully functional android, built complete with more complexity than anyone had ever been able to build. Almost human, as Conor liked to say it, but not quite as human as we are. That comment eventually came out often enough that it had us strive to achieving something even more convincing...

"Come back safe!", I said with a kiss and closed the door behind him. "Now... What do?", I thought to myself, zapping through the game and movie library in my mind as I head to the kitchen to eat my breakfast. Ham and eggs, as he does seemingly every morning he feels like giving me a treat. I'm emptying my plate into the black hole I'm calling my throat, stand up and make my way to the living room, starting the TV. Moments later, the home server greets me with a login screen, I grab the wireless keyboard and log in, head onto the movie library and start watching fairy tail. The subs are somewhat off, but it's still more than enjoyable. Hours pass and I keep watching episode after episode, waiting for a message from Jo or Markus to come back. As I take a look at the clock, my breath stopped - 8pm. About thirty minutes for Markus to come back. I race to the bathroom to wash my face and cause a little general chaos to fake that I actually was somewhat act...

Chapter One: Naming Ritual. The first sights of a familiar but all too different world greeted us, with an open field to our right and light forest to our left down an old dirt road towards a small town in the distance, buildings and a high wall made of Stone and wood. "Well, we best get a move on to somewhere we can find out what's going on." The brit states bluntly, however, everyone is in agreement. I look around at the group as we all start walking, taking better note of those around me. The first I took note of the was the Englishman, now able to get a solid look at him, he was dressed casually but smartly, his features soft but mature, black short hair, lightly spiked but neat with a red cardigan and collared shirt mixed with black jeans and comfortable sneakers. The Scotsman was next in eyesight and he seemed to be a blonde fellow with a large jacket on, seeing from behind I could only see his blue jeans and big work boots. Jumping from him the next one to cat...

Introduction: Drip, drip, drip, the sound of water dripping on a stone floor is what I stirred to, opening my eyes with my head pounding to the dripping sound. Not a moment later did i find myself in a dark, torch-lit room, wooden columns holding up a grid wooden frame well above my head and the faint whisper of voices not too far off, but far off enough to not be aware of my presence although clearly sounding distraught, my first instinct was to go see what was wrong and at this point I had few other choices to figure out what was going on. I placed my hands on the floor and stood up, clutching my head as I paced lofty towards the voices, the distinct voice of a girl is what I heard as I drew closer. "Oh my god! I can't believe we're in this mess, and how many of us are there in a room with no way out!?". The girl shouted angrily just before noticing me walking up and jumping back with a shriek. "Zombie!" She shouted and I saw no less than five other fi...

There arn't too many dreams i can remember throughout my life, but one dream has stuck with me. I remember it starting out with me in what appears to be a limo. Comfortable leather back seats with a long interior, tinted windows, a miniture fridge on the right side of the vehicle with doors only on the left for some reason. I was the only person in the vehicle other than the driver and i remember feeling, inadequate, almost hopeless and in a short moment we arrive at what appears to be a beach side party at a drinks shack. The shack itself was made of mostly straw exterior and had a bar as well as a large seating area, all looking out to the ocean, with the scenery and people being made up of various bright and cheerful colours. I make my way there through a massive crowd, taking up a very large parking area all the way to the drink shack and they were all faceless anthropomorphic creatures, cheering my name and as i walked through the crowd i was giving high-fives and finger gun...

After a short pee break, our players sat back down at the table. After all, there was yet to decipher the mumbo jumbo the centaur, now kept sedated in a cage at the campsite, had told the group of adventurers. One would guess that centaurs would know the common language fairly well, considering that some of their racemates actually are well-considered among the other races. But not this one. A weird sort of puzzles and mind games, the ones you'd find yourself unable to make sense of most of the time, but that actually fits certain specific sets of circumstances. Oddly enough, the barbarian was the one who convinced the rest of the group to listen to what the centaur had to say, in that his (somewhat underdevelopped, but nonetheless) intuition was that he was actually telling an interessant story. Mostly, it involved a princess that had hidden her diadem in a lost hollow tree somewhere in a nearby forest, and there was a very weird riddle hidden in the odd-sounding grammar used by...

Rewrote 425% of the Media Client this night, I'm quite the wreckage right now. If you feel like it, feel free to request access to it - be warned though, it's in a (functional) early alpha stage. Tags still don't work! (These poor souls of you who are able to just need to access the server and can then add tags to files manually, though. These tags will be recognized by the client once implemented.) Other than that... 9.10am - seems like a good time to say goodnight.