THE LAST BUG, by NU

"But you're out of your mind,"
they said with a shrug.
"The customer's happy;
what's one little bug?"

But he was determined.
The others went home.
He spread out the program,
deserted, alone.

The cleaning men came,
the whole room was cluttered,
with memory-dumps, punch cards.
"I'm close," he muttered.

The mumbling got louder,
simple deduction,
"I've got it, it's right,
just change one instruction."

It still wasn't perfect,
as year followed year,
and strangers would comment,
"Is that guy still here?"

He died at the console,
of hunger and thirst.
Next day he was buried,
face down, nine-edge first.

And the last bug in sight,
an ant passing by,
saluted his tombstone,
and whispered, "Nice try."

Thanks Nu, you made my day with this text. ;-)

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Originally uploaded by pt.

How pleasent it is to find likeminded people out there.
Oh, joy. Oh, blisss.

Alejandro Sanz?????

For som unknown reason I woke this morning feeling actually good. Its pleasent when it happens. So I changed my gmail subtitle to "Stop counting start living". Well it does look better that the counters that I had there for Caffeine, Alcohol and Nicotine free days. Only side note, why on earth did I start singing Alejandro Sanz songs.... I think the trouble is still there ;-)

Request Response

-----Original Message-----
From: Prozak
Sent: 28 September 2006 14:13
To: Valium
Subject: JS tonight

Hi Valium,

A common acquaintance answering to the name of Pill has informed me that
you where intending to head towards the JS to perform the weekly ritual
of inebriation.

Would you be so kind as to state the time at which you aim to depart so
that we can share the journey hence entrusting ourselves to the deity of
London Transport?


Much obliged.

On Thu, 2006-09-28 at 15:37 +0100, Valium wrote:

Your plan, good sir, seems good at first
To go and quench our mutual thirst
To town at once!, the question whether
We should journey up together

Alas! a flaw has just appeared
In our efforts to get beered
Now concentrate, here's the rub
I'm not going directly to the pub

A friend in Kentish Town residing
requests my presence, overiding
efforts to proceed post haste
And enjoy the fragrant beery taste

A diversion first I need to take
Good time, god willing I shall make
You have my word that I will strive
and not too late I will arrive

So we must travel different trips
Before the glass comes to our lips
Lets meet there and raise a tankard
Proceeding to get truly w**kered.

EJ Thribb

Layers and layers in the human stack

Humans and perhaps more human nature seems to lend itself to be separated into layers. As with communication stacks those layers offer sevices the ones for the others. Once something deep down the stack starts missbehaving the whole soul starts to resonate.

Perhaps listening to Placebo on such ocasions is not really the best musical choice. But when you are at work and all the choices in your ipod are either Placebo, Sigur Ros -guaranteed wrist slashing- or my exes music there are few choices. I think lamb as usual will rise up to the occasion. The autumn promisses to be an interesting time this year.

Letting go and enjoying

Quite a few things have changed in my life recently, some others have not. Work for example has not changed much even if the roller coaster has picked up some pace.

A few weeks back I posted a plan for the summer which has proved to be asleep fulfilling prophecy yet I do not seem to be capable of enjoying it as much, letting go is the hardest I always found to do.

Lets let go am enjoy things as they are, come back to being an irreverent mind and re-visit all the places of the mind where comfort in chaos lies. Uncertainty is the word of the moment, instability is another one too, lets embrace entropy, the entropy that will forever live in my life. Lets drain the energy out of the chaos, lets enjoy the chaos as it comes, let enjoy the easy part of life, lets work hard at the hard.

Mail excerpt

E-mailing a friend these words flew out of my hands and on to the keyboard, they seem accurate at the moment.

Keeping busy is a way of handling all sorts of things.
I see it as novocaine for the soul, it is needed, it is good, I am going through a similar phase.
Let us enjoy the night from which at the end we retrieve our souls from the ashtrays.
Let us enjoy the nights which lead the grey mornings on to sunny bright days.
Let us enjoy life under the sun, the stars, and the moon.
Let us enjoy the frienships and the worth that they provide.
Let us heal our hearts.
Let us dance away the rain.