Intercept

CONFIDENTIAL

INTERCEPTED RADIO COMMUNICATION

PRIVATE ANDREWS: Come on Malley, we better head back. You know we're not supposed to be beyond the auto-sentry range at this time of the evening.

CORPORAL O'MALLEY: Pfft, fuck 'em Andy. There's something going on out here and you know it. We've all heard the noises at night.

PRIVATE ANDREWS: I know mate, and that's what I'm worried about. I ain't ever heard anything that makes that kinda noise.

CORPORAL O'MALLEY: 'Zactly. If we can find whatever it is and bring it back - dead or alive - we might get some recognition. No more fucking 3AM picket shifts bro'.

PRIVATE ANDREWS: Whatever makes those noises sounds pretty dangerous. I'd rather be alive and on picket duty then dead.

CORPORAL O'MALLEY: The fuck was that?

PRIVATE ANDREWS: I don't Malley, but I'm heading back.

CORPORAL O'MALLEY: Pussy.

CORPORAL O'MALLEY: What the fuck is tha-

COMMUNICATION END

Distance

You seemed so far away tonight.
I wonder why?
You walked away.
You haven't told me what's on your mind.
You just keep getting distant.

Part of me wonders if it's him.
If it is, I'd rather just know.

If it isn't, why do you just keep going away?
Is it just that we can't be together any more?

FMJ

"So, from now on, whenever Private Pyle fucks up, I will not punish him, I will punish all of you!"

New Semester

I start university again tomorrow morning. Hoping I can put in a bit more effort than I previously have. Might make an effort towards healthier eating as well. Feeling a bit sort of listless at the moment, not sure why. Decent weekend overall, attended a small wharehouse rave, was nice to see everybody in a fun, friendly environment.

My apologies that this post has had very little content, I think I've just been pretty busy lately.

EDIT: Oh, in further news, I've solved my little "Wake-On-LAN" issue. So far I have not been able to get Sweet Sixteen (Windows Server) to boot from NIC from a remote location. However instead, I've setup Jailbait to use a Debian version of the Wake-On-LAN tool. Given that I have full SSH access to Jailbait, I can log in, then wake up Sweet Sixteen in case I need it to do stuff for me. Currently Sweet Sixteen doesn't have many functions (Jailbait is now used as the web server and for some other 'Net facing projects), but I'm planning to add a dedicated server for Alien Swarm to it.

EDIT 2: Well, it seems I now have the tools and easy access to have a dedicated server for Alien Swarm running on Sweet Sixteen, not only does it work, I can even modify it to allow for first person gaming! While for some this won't induce any form of excitement or shock, those in the know will realise how good the top-down view in Alien Swarm is for when you need to turn around to see a charging alien. Removing this adds a whole new kettle of fubar to the mix. I'd love to try it multiplayer with some mates at some point, but currently anyone wanting to play needs to be on my side of the router (LAN game only).

I remember getting in trouble when I was younger. My Nanna lived up in a beautiful heritage park area. Driving up there with my Mother, I saw the "heritage park" sign and asked if that was why she had to live there.

Dear John Q. Public

"I'm sure it wouldn't be too hard."

If there is one thing that boils the blood of any developer, creator, manufacturer, artist; it is that statement. Being quite active in the technology and communications communities these days (compared to the layman at least), it is something I have grown to hate even more with time. Without fail, someone will always request some new feature, patch or fix with such an appended statement.

Unfortunately, professional courtesy often prevents a developer from saying their mind in such circumstances. However in all honesty, the best way for it to be put is as follows:

"If you think it's easy, do it yourself."

Seriously, if that feature you want is so easy to add or that bug so easy to fix, go out and fix it yourself. Do it, sell the new and improved product and make a goddamn fortune.

Regards,
Adam O'Grady

I am your "participation" ribbon.
I am your faked orgasm.
Just disappointment and hurt.