I am breaking a contract

The other day I downloaded the OperaUSB program onto my USB drive. It appears that I'm violating the EULA.

Here's part of what the license says.

You are entitled to use the Software on all personal computers (laptops/desktops). "Use" means loaded in temporary memory or permanent storage on the computer.

You may not use the Software on non PC products, devices, or embedded in any other product, including, but not limited to, mobile devices, internet appliances, set top boxes (STB), handhelds, PDAs, phones, web pads, tablets, game consoles, TVs, gaming machines, home automation systems, or any other consumer electronics devices or mobile/cable/satellite/television or closed system based service.

1. I see that I am, in fact, not allowed to have it stored on my USB drive, as it is not part of a computer
2. I see that I am, in fact, not allowed to have it stored on my Tablet PC, as it  is also a tablet. 

 Oh well. Nobody ever uses software without breaking a contract or two. That said, Opera rocks.

 

Irksome.

Sleeping Away

When I came to
I found myself
In a hospital ward
Hooked to a respirator

When I was younger
I thought death was painful
I fantasized about the cleanest way to die
Or if I would like to be attached to the soulless abominations
Mulling over these
Gave me and others
Headaches

But on my death-bed
I didn't really care
It didn't matter if I died now
Or had some more to live

Opening my eyes a squint
I faintly saw
My daughter
Negotiating with the doctor
My elder son
Sitting beside me reading a book
I want them to smile

Everyday

Caffeine is the reason why I am unpredictable.

Totally late green haiku

Well it's just garbage
Killing trees infecting seas
Happens all the time

The Uncertainty Principle

In the physical context, it means that the product of the uncertainty of the position of an object and its momentum can never be less than half a h-bar.

In the everyday context, it means that the product of the difference in the number of times you've had sex and the difference of your penis length / pussy tastiness can never be less than the half H-ness (the bar represents the censor, but observe how it fails to cover the long stem of the 'h') of all the stuff you've fapped to.

Obviously, this is wrong in many ways.

NSPortal is fail

1. It is not standards-compliant
2. It only supports Internet Explorer, which has a reputation of being poor in security
3. From the source, it appears that quite some redundant data is delivered to users through comments, hence slowing the loading of pages < what was I thinking when I said this? >
   
4. I don't have Windows easily accessible, and hence no Internet Explorer
5. Countless other people do not use Internet Explorer as well
6. Even IE8 does not show the page well when not in compatibility mode < edit Here too?! >
   

It makes me really frustrated to see a government service poorly done. Being non-standards-compliant means that the organization is making things difficult for users to share their content and ideas. Microsoft realizes that it cannot continue being non-standards-compliant, hence it started to support web standards with IE8. I would like all other organizations to follow likewise.

<edit> NSPortal now supports Firefox. I admit I was a very pissed off at having to re-boot into Windows and use Internet Explorer. The webbie still doesn't do well in text-only browser lynx though *grin* mebbye we could try supporting that now. But good job guys; now the Mac users can use it. (And Linux users too) < /edit >

I feel.

I feel like I felt one year ago. The emotion is not something I can describe in one word. Then again, few things in the world that are not commands can be described in one word.

Freedom? Or a lack of purpose? One thing for sure, I am more easily stressed and depressed. Especially when I return to my room, isolated from my friends.

My room is fundamentally wrong. It is a spacious room that vomits at you possibilities. To the left, classic novels and scientific treatises, and a handful of manuals upon a woeful bookshelf. In front a featureless L-shaped set of two desks showcasing with pride a printer, a filing tray, my laptop, and miscellaneous items.

The bed is low, and minimal -- a pillow and three non-matching cushions, and the blanket is not done. The wardrobe has no doors, accessible from both sides. The lampshade is absent, in its place are four sheets of red paper holding up folded boats. And a standing fan.

My room is a mess of possibilities and distractions geared to a deficit soul. My room envelops and swallows me into its rich yet hollow world, screaming at me, "Do something with me! Look at me! I have blank DVDs you have yet to burn! I have books yet unread! I have paperwork yet unorganized! My floor needs cleaning! Look at me! Look at me!"

And here I live, in an uncarnate bubble of time lost helplessly chasing immaterial possibilities.

I feel that I have regressed in time, yet progressed in perspective.

I feel that I am once again in control of everything that goes around me and happens to me, and that is a very lonely thought.

I feel that it is going to be a long time till I encounter something or someone that can surprise me.

I feel that I have not much excitement to anticipate, for my ambitions now sometimes seem trivial to attain.

I feel peaceful.

And the emotions of WeFeelFine stream through my mind...

"i feel like a idiot"

"i never want to feel that"

"i feel safe though i cannot move my legs"

"i feel whenever i finish a volume and after having read volume 5 of honey and clover the waiting will be excruciating"

"i feel proud to be british"

"i feel better than you"

"i don't feel right"

"i do know that you are exactly what i thought you were it makes me feel better about myself"

"i actually feel a lot better now thanks to all the pain you put me through"

"i wanted my students to feel that i appreciated them by giving them journals"

"i was feeling blue"

"i feel like i'll have to wear rainbow suspenders and a beer hat when i scoot scoot around on this chariot"

Haha.