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Created by a 4kb file

Morghus — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 10:40:07 +0000

This is pretty crazy. They actually made a 4kb file that creates this awesome demo, with the music. Granted it’s not HQ music, but still! I’m so impressed with this. 4kb for gods sakes! You need to check this out. Link here. Just download, open zip, and run exe file of your choice (some of the higher resolution ones might not work on your computer).

Won an Opera Quiz

Morghus — Thu, 21 May 2009 22:55:48 +0000

Odd Stuff I Won

Won a quiz about Star Trek (not that it was hard, it wouldn’t let you continue unless you had all the answers correct… ) and got a bunch of Opera swag!

Still trying to figure out the actual purpose of the key-chain doohickey thingie that looks like a parachute release thingie. I also forgot to add the BluRay disk I won to the picture, so you’ll have to google it or something.

… and the laptop wasn’t in the package, no, but it was a damn practical prop for the stuff… ;)

Updated Randomness

Morghus — Mon, 31 Mar 2008 12:15:13 +0000

Did a pretty huge overhaul of Randomness thanks to a friend of mine, Kim Andrè, with JavaScript.

I’m pretty satisfied with the result as it is now, and it’s been an interesting learning experience. Will probably fiddle a lot more with it as time goes by, adding stuff there and such.

It’s gotten a surprising amount of visits too. Makes me happy to know it’s useful to others as well.

Did you know?

Morghus — Sun, 30 Mar 2008 21:57:54 +0000

Here’s an article from the British newspaper The Daily Mail which I found really interesting. Has some small snippets about why things are the way they are. It’s the kind of things that bug you, or confuse you, but only for 5 seconds. You know, things you’d forgotten that you wondered about, but are still interesting to read about.

Makes me more appreciative about the sufferings/hells women go through by wearing high heels, in addition to being highly appreciative of the female form. I wonder though, do they really want our sympathy rather than admiring looks? Maybe a mix, preferably in words. I wouldn’t know, I’m not about to wear high hells, nor am I a woman.

Still blows.

Morghus — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:11:31 +0000

You know, the wind, which is a part of the weather. It’s still just the wind blowing. This night it even racked up a massive thunder-storm, if I’m allowed to call it that. It sounds cool atleast, so I’ll go with that. Thunder-storm. Yup, cool stuff.

Now, I’m not much for the whole “let’s talk about weather because there’s shit else to talk about”, but this one’s an exception. Why? Because it’s got a funny point/morale: The rest of the valley seems to have trouble sleeping through all this, while little me’s sleeping sound as a rock. I’m suspecting I like noise when I sleep. Atleast the expected kind of noise that repeats itself, and to an extent drowns out unexpected noises. Whichever. There’s alot of wind, and it’s making me sleep sound as a rock. Which I’ve said already. Surprise. I also found a way to make weather a bit more interesting.

There’s the howling again. A rabid wolf around the house, prowling and tearing at the seams, knocking over buckets and gnawing at bolts. A frightening thought drowned in a crushing fear when the wolf proves it’s truly invisible, even at it’s most frantic, when the whole world is illuminated by a massive tear in the world. The wolf remains unseen. The unbridled fear of the wolf quickly turns to the sudden tear that opened to let in a flashing sliver of light from a distant sun, the breath is taken away in the same moment. A moment, an instant before the frightening vision is cut off by the ominous rumble following the tearing of an impossible magnitude, rolling over everyone, a rumble of an impending doom. The rumble chased away the thought of the rabid and invisible wolf for a fleeting second, even the other world out there, sending a shiver down spines and hearts thumping just a little bit harder. Immediately the wolf is heard and felt again, even more frenzied and furious in it’s attempts at reaching the feast within. When it’s bloodthirsty work isn’t drowned in the terror of the tearing, the massive sundering of the world, then once again there is the howling and creaking that makes your thoughts fly around the thought of how thin the protective walls are against the onslaught of another world. A world unseen, only felt and heard, gnawing at the stomach.