From the Sanrio character maker


I was bored. Please send drugs

I have no words

I have no words*

I’m forever an immigrant: my parents moved to Australia when I was very young, and now I’m prepared to try and settle here in the UK. My parents were considered ‘skilled’ migrants so they’re the run-of-the-mill variety of *ordinary* people making an *honest* living. I’ve been spoiled as the product of my parent’s and forebearer’s struggles – all that need concern me are first world problems.

No doubt immigration is a delicate subject.

But I see shit like this, in this day and age.. It just makes me sad.

** If it’s not clear, I am exasperated that the ‘immigration is a positive’ was downvoted so much compared to the others veering towards the ‘Rs’ *sigh*

“I’m not racist, but…”

Rants, Web

Dear Internets,

It’s been 20 years, there is a long-established consortium that develops standards for viewing data on the web and the method of describing presentation semantics of web documents is now 15 years old. Javascript is similarly 17 years old now.

So then, why, for-the-love-of-fucking-christ, do I find:

  • Tables for formatting
  • Use of deprecated tags (like background on said tables
  • Flash.. showing nothing but the logo
  • Using Javascript onload.. inside opening tags and preloading images

This all would be forgiven if the year read 1996. But then you have PNGs that use the alpha channel and Google Analytics.

You are a troll….. aren’t you?

Dear Internets..


I’ve just realized that all my #ShirtHot entries (1: TNP, 2: TB, 3: TS) involve the core BrewDog beers starting with ‘T’. Huh, I guess my upbringing did something with that*?

(* my other siblings names start with ‘K’ too and all my male cousins in ‘Oz – in families of 3 offspring – have names starting with ‘J’)

Nostalgia, Random

I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.

Neil Gaiman (The Sandman: The Wake)

The quote was what first came to my mind with the abrupt news I received from the other side of the world. It was so sudden and out of the blue; it reminds me that “the best thing the devil accomplished was to convince everyone they had all the time in the world”.

I’m sorry I wasn’t around Em; I hope you knew that you made me happy in your company ever since first meeting you in high school.

Of Regret

Android, Random, Rants

Java is like a variant of the game of Tetris in which none of the pieces can fill gaps created by the other pieces, so all you can do is pile them up endlessly.

Steve Yegge (2007, Codes Worst Enemy)

From cat -v

Installing a fresh Eclipse, then running into getting the Android SDK to work with it – another activity that wants me to gouge my eyes out. Goddamn, this is why I really like vim.

I really wish we can break up, Java

Working for SchIT - 1
Nostalgia, Rants

Holy shit! It’s Working for SchIT!

Restoring web stuff without backups is almost impossible unless you are the paranoid type (in which, you wouldn’t have it publicly accessible in the first place). I say nearly since the ‘web is both wonderful and horrid about storing anything and everything put into it. Most of everything I’ve done in the past I usually look back and think “what the fuck, is this person drunk/on crack/not out of primary school?” and trawling my past trail of simply awful drivel did reveal one ‘gem’ (in the same vein as ‘salt of the earth’) – Working for SchIT.

For a refresher: Working for SchIT was a very sporadic web comic placed in my university webspace, that mainly focused on the lives of students/post grads in the School of Information Technologies. Of course, at the time, I was a student myself and the attitude that things were going downhill in passing pretty clueless students strongly influenced the writing. The ‘SchIT’ name-change of the formally known (perhaps old-fashioned sounding?) School of Computer Science (‘and Technologies’) was the straw that broke the camel’s back as it were. Those involved at the university at the time did find some amusement in the method of shortening the name.

As a disaffected university student (I give credit to for that one), I graffiti’d my notebooks with plenty of ideas – but I didn’t process many beyond the sketch-phase. So, from the festering cesspools of the interwebs, I give you (what I could find) 3 out of the 4 comics in existence of Working for SchIT:

Issue 1

Working for SchIT - 1

Working for SchIT - We really hate cheating

This comic was written completely by Yvan (it does show, if you know him personally). He was the first to scrawl the outline on a napkin (probably) over coffee; at which we had a good chuckle – I had to get this prettified. The original sketch is in one of my scribble-books – used to spare some space in my notebooks for actual notes. This was one of the earliest examples of my use of GIMP (and shows how much of a n00b I was).

Also noteworthy: Vlad is based on someone Yvan and I know personally, though his appearance here was completely contrived. I wonder if it’s obvious who it is..

Issue 3

Working for SchIT - 3

Working for SchIT - Do not operate heavy machinery

Skipping issue 2 (I can’t find it), I remember not being motivated (see above) about writing something witty. I do recall that one day where one of the societies was giving out free ‘beer’ on a recruitment drive – which I did in fact retrieve – for joining. The society was relevant, but I didn’t actually drink the VB – it was for someone else (I didn’t ask either). I did eat the BBQ sausage-in-a-bread-slice though. Regardless, one really needs to question themselves if they are any self-respecting human for possessing such a thing.

Issue 4

Working for SchIT - 4

Working for SchIT - Sleep is for wimps

Pretty self-explanatory.

Wow, how quaint. I don’t think I’ve progressed far with my use of GIMP, but I know the reason why I don’t do illustrations like this more often: they require a bit of work. I guess I still share that ‘disaffected university student’ attitude yet..