Saturday, September 18, 2004

If The Government Can Do It, So Can We.

From Jeff Ooi's Screenshots:

According to The Star, Question 22 in the UPSR (Primary School Achievement Test) English paper was almost identical to one in the Kertas Model Pentaksiran UPSR English workbook published by Pearson Malaysia.


What I find amusing is that a Malaysian government department has not only betrayed the public trust and fail to meet the standards it has set (that's business as usual, isn't it?), but it has engaged in criminal activity.

Well, copyright infringement is criminal activity, isn't it? Or wait, that only applies to piracy, right. What we're talking about here is plagiarism.

Oh. Well, that's all right then.

Things Re-Discovered

I'm rediscovering the Internet again. Or at least stuff connected to blogging, geekdom and… hey, Nash Bridges is pretty cool. Lots of slash material.

Sorry. TV running in the background. Ahem.

  • Plenty of stupid IRC humor. I just can't stop laughing everytime I read their entries.

    <UKDJ|Planet> I swear to god
    <UKDJ|Planet> I've just heard a duck tell a joke
    <Jock> o...k
    <UKDJ|Planet> there was as group of ducks on a pond near where i live
    <UKDJ|Planet> one of the ducks was quacking away looking straight at a group of like 10 ducks
    <UKDJ|Planet> then he stopped and all the other ducks went mental
    <UKDJ|Planet> it looked just like duck stand-up comedy

  • Bloglines: Pick Yin and Hani recommended this a long time ago. I like it, and I wonder what kept me away from it. Nice thing is, there's a Mozilla plugin.

  • The IRC Bible: I mean, really. More stupid IRC humor.

    <Judas> What will you give me if I deliver him to you?
    <Caiaphas> well, let´s see
    <Caiaphas> betraying the Son of man, leading to his untimely death and kissing a bearded guy
    <Caiaphas> that would be about 30 pieces of silver
    <Judas> w00t

Maybe I'll rediscover webcomics later. But not today.

Man, TNA wrestling is on. It's pretty stupid.

Friday, September 17, 2004

Just Got Knacked and Full of Crank.

I'm beat.

It's not even a full day — it's just that I've been feeling drained all day. Maybe it's because I only managed to get to sleep around 3 am, which meant that I didn't get a chance to get enough rest.

Eh. And I'm cranky to boot. Oh, well.

Bila lah you gonna put in comments?”

This question always gets asked, in one form or another.

I asked some people a different question: “So why exactly do you allow the use of comments on your blog?”

I got two different kinds of answers. The first, and by far, the most common, seems to be ‘user feedback’. The second answer, which Hani provided, was that she wanted more people to visit her page and talk about the topic she posted in.

They're almost the same answer, except that the first seems to talk about the Great Dialogue between the Writer and the Audience and the second seems to be more about the Audience with the Audience — kind of like a Great After-Movie Conversation.

Neither option appeals to me. Not really.

The one thing that bothers me the most about answer number one is the horrific lack of control. Messages sent with answer number one in mind must be answered, because if they don't, you know it's going to stay there. Even if you remove 'em, which feels like capitulation to me, unless of course the poster decides to post nothing but invective. And those kind of posters are rare, even for the Internet.

The second answer bothers me because, well, for one, I used to be that kind of person. I used to haunt Aizuddin Danian's page a lot — commenting so often I ended up being the most talkative audience-member there, right up until MT3's wonky commenting system drove me away. And frankly, I knew that if I had so much to say on Aiz's blog, I might as well have started on my own.

It's a emotional thing. I don't want people to comment to my blog posts. Wait, that's a lie. I don't want anonymous people commenting on my blog (sullying my pristine space with their feelthy, feelthy appendages), and I don't want anyone else to see their feedback unless I say so.

Which is why I like LiveJournal-style comments. Since I can't get that, however, I'll just limit the abilty to comment to other blogger users. It's not too hard to get a blogger account anyway. If you still want to comment, but you don't want to register to blogger, just email me at tboy [at] bebudak [dot] net (you clever humans figure it out). If there's anything interesting about what you say I'll post it up.

Unless you know me. Then just beard me through whatever private channels you have access to.

Oh, and yeah. Pick Yin gave me this post of hers, talking about Blogger's commenting system. Don't know where to put this, so I put it here.

Thursday, September 16, 2004

“The document contains no data”

Damnit. What is wrong with streamyx today?

Why am I here?

I don't know what I'm doing here.

I've never had much desire to blog. It's not because I'm too busy (I'm not), or I don't have anything interesting to say (oh, I do), but I just don't have a lot of desire to say anything on a blog.

It's amazing. I mean, I buy myself a domain and webspace to use it, and what happens to it? Hani ends up using it, and I just sit on my butt, frozen by a combination of inertia and what probably amounts to stage fright. Which is funny, since I end up going to blog meetings, but hey, I don't have an active blog any more. If it wasn't for the company I'd wonder why I go.

I mean, here. Once again, today, I had something to say, and Hani told me to blog about it. Except that now, dressed in what is probably a blogger's version of a suit with no pants on, I stand, rooted in the spot, with nothing but what passes for “a-buh, a-buh, a-buh-bwuh-bwuh” for bloggers.

A-buh, a-buh, a-bwuh-bwuh-bwuh. Dur.

Someone said that my blog entries sounded angry. Yeah, they do. Typically angry with myself, but yeah, angry.

God, why am I here?