Hamatsu photonic sweets
February 6th, 16:34
Давеча, побывал на одной конференции в Лондоне, из окна были видны Биг Бен и Лондонский Глаз, на которые я время от времени поглядывал. Когда после сытного ланча занавески задернули, и меня как обычно потянуло в сон я вспомнил про пакетик конфет, выданый мне в перерыве представителем Hamamtsu. Жевание конфеток меня несколько взбодрило и до меня даже стал доходить смысл довольно нудного доклада. Когда же я увидел на обёртке слоган компании 'Photons is Our Business', мне вспомнился Fallout 3 и сон улетучился. (улыбка, Гришковец стайл). По окончании мероприятия я не преминул похвалить представителю по имени Крейги кондитерские изделия, как средство от скучных докладчиков.
Владимир Набоков
January 22nd, 18:39
Вздумай я, американский писатель, сочинить нетрадиционный роман, допустим, о счастливом атеисте, независимом гражданине города Бостона, взявшем в жены красавицу-негритянку, тоже атеистку, народившую ему кучу детишек, маленьких смышленых агностиков, который прожил счастливую, добродетельную жизнь до 106 лет и в блаженном сне испустил дух, вполне возможно, мне скажут: несмотря на ваш несравненный талант, мистер Набоков, у нас такое чувство (заметьте — не мысль), что ни один американский издатель не рискнет напечатать эту книгу просто потому, что ни один книгопродавец не сумеет сбыть ее.
Вот, собственно, классик всё уже сказал...
December 20th, 2009
Факт - самая упрямая в мире вещь. (М.А. Булгаков)
А уверять меня в том, что я, дескать, неправильно интерпретирую лучшие намерения руководства (которыми известно куда вымощена дорога) бессмысленно. Тот же самый классик по этому поводу сказал следующее:
Кирпич ни с того ни с сего никому и никогда на голову не свалится.
А уверять меня в том, что я, дескать, неправильно интерпретирую лучшие намерения руководства (которыми известно куда вымощена дорога) бессмысленно. Тот же самый классик по этому поводу сказал следующее:
Кирпич ни с того ни с сего никому и никогда на голову не свалится.
Actual letter of resignation from an employee at Zantex Computers, USA
November 27th, 2009
Dear Mr Baker,
As a graduate of an institution of higher education, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel. After your consistent and annoying harassment of my co-workers and me during the commission of our duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true genetic wastes of our time.
Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen. I was hired because I know how to network computer systems, and you were apparently hired to provide amusement to myself and other employees, who watch you vainly attempt to understand the concept of "cut and paste" for the hundredth time.
You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as binary still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you, even though I am sure this will be just as effective as telling you what an IP is. Your shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever will.
You walk around the building all day, shiftlessly looking for fault in others. You have a sharp dressed useless look about you that may have worked for your interview, but now that you actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover for your glaring ineptitude.
In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle. Since this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy reversal, I am forced to tender my resignation, however I have a few parting thoughts.
1. When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal for you to give me a bad recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is "I prefer not to comment." I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.
2. I have all the passwords to every account on the system, and I know every password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute, I am going to publish your "favorites list", which I conveniently saved when you made me "back up" your useless files. I do believe that terms like "Lolita" are not usually viewed favourably by the administration.
3. When you borrowed the digital camera to "take pictures of your Mother's birthday," you neglected to mention that you were going to take pictures of yourself in the mirror nude. Then you forgot to erase them like the techno-moron you really are. Suffice it to say I have never seen such odd acts with a sauce bottle, but I assure you that those have been copied and kept in safe places pending the authoring of a glowing letter of recommendation. (Try to use a spell check please; I hate having to correct your mistakes.)
Thank you for your time, and I expect the letter of recommendation on my desk by 8:00 am tomorrow. One word of this to anybody, and all of your little twisted repugnant obsessions will be open to the public. Never fuck with your systems administrator. Why? Because they know what you do with all that free time!
Wishing you a grand and glorious day,
Cecelia
As a graduate of an institution of higher education, I have a few very basic expectations. Chief among these is that my direct superiors have an intellect that ranges above the common ground squirrel. After your consistent and annoying harassment of my co-workers and me during the commission of our duties, I can only surmise that you are one of the few true genetic wastes of our time.
Asking me, a network administrator, to explain every little nuance of everything I do each time you happen to stroll into my office is not only a waste of time, but also a waste of precious oxygen. I was hired because I know how to network computer systems, and you were apparently hired to provide amusement to myself and other employees, who watch you vainly attempt to understand the concept of "cut and paste" for the hundredth time.
You will never understand computers. Something as incredibly simple as binary still gives you too many options. You will also never understand why people hate you, but I am going to try and explain it to you, even though I am sure this will be just as effective as telling you what an IP is. Your shiny new iMac has more personality than you ever will.
You walk around the building all day, shiftlessly looking for fault in others. You have a sharp dressed useless look about you that may have worked for your interview, but now that you actually have responsibility, you pawn it off on overworked staff, hoping their talent will cover for your glaring ineptitude.
In a world of managerial evolution, you are the blue-green algae that everyone else eats and laughs at. Managers like you are a sad proof of the Dilbert principle. Since this situation is unlikely to change without you getting a full frontal lobotomy reversal, I am forced to tender my resignation, however I have a few parting thoughts.
1. When someone calls you in reference to employment, it is illegal for you to give me a bad recommendation. The most you can say to hurt me is "I prefer not to comment." I will have friends randomly call you over the next couple of years to keep you honest, because I know you would be unable to do it on your own.
2. I have all the passwords to every account on the system, and I know every password you have used for the last five years. If you decide to get cute, I am going to publish your "favorites list", which I conveniently saved when you made me "back up" your useless files. I do believe that terms like "Lolita" are not usually viewed favourably by the administration.
3. When you borrowed the digital camera to "take pictures of your Mother's birthday," you neglected to mention that you were going to take pictures of yourself in the mirror nude. Then you forgot to erase them like the techno-moron you really are. Suffice it to say I have never seen such odd acts with a sauce bottle, but I assure you that those have been copied and kept in safe places pending the authoring of a glowing letter of recommendation. (Try to use a spell check please; I hate having to correct your mistakes.)
Thank you for your time, and I expect the letter of recommendation on my desk by 8:00 am tomorrow. One word of this to anybody, and all of your little twisted repugnant obsessions will be open to the public. Never fuck with your systems administrator. Why? Because they know what you do with all that free time!
Wishing you a grand and glorious day,
Cecelia
Мы должны научиться, наконец, говорить правду.
November 7th, 2009
Найден представляющий интерес документ: www.kadirov.ru/node/42
Век живи, век учись
October 17th, 2009
The phrase "rule of thumb" is derived from an old English law which stated that you couldn't beat your wife with anything wider than your thumb.
На злобу дня
August 9th, 2009
В течении двух недель довелось засвидетельствовать быструю, можно сказать скоропостижную смерть жесткого диска на 500GB в новом MacBook Pro и медленную, так ещё до конца не состоявшуюся в Macbook Pro исправно работавшем три года. По степени ошеломляемости это из разряда новостей про нохчей, устанавливающих свои порядки в г.Знаменске, он же Капустин Яр-1. Never forget the importance of periodic weapon maintenance:-) (C).
В то же время порадовали пассажи в прессе про, видимо, так и оставшуюся дырку в заборе, в которую пришлось в свое время пролазить, окружающем режимный город. Хоть что-то устойчиво и постоянно в этом мире бушующем:-).
В то же время порадовали пассажи в прессе про, видимо, так и оставшуюся дырку в заборе, в которую пришлось в свое время пролазить, окружающем режимный город. Хоть что-то устойчиво и постоянно в этом мире бушующем:-).
Protons, Neutrons, Electrons
August 6th, 2009
And enemy is a remedy to a malady in your melody
If you're strong not brittle
And a friend is a friend
Is a friend to the end and its oh so simple
A man is a man and a woman is a woman
But the times we are living in demand
That a man can change from a man to a woman
And a woman can demand to be a man
Were just flesh with socks and locks and frocks
And I am here to say to you
On the day that I die Ill just give a smile and fly into the blue
If you're strong not brittle
And a friend is a friend
Is a friend to the end and its oh so simple
A man is a man and a woman is a woman
But the times we are living in demand
That a man can change from a man to a woman
And a woman can demand to be a man
Were just flesh with socks and locks and frocks
And I am here to say to you
On the day that I die Ill just give a smile and fly into the blue
[LJ2ME] Bullshit artists
July 17th, 2009
It is not easy to be in a situation when you can only wish that this bloody paper would be rejected straight away...
