I like reality the way it is

All hail my cat:

As you can easily remember (because the post is right below this one), a week ago I had an unexpected guest. Well, apparently, it didn't stay in my home for a long time, because I'm not too keen to keep wild animals away from the wild (even the wild of the city). And bats don't make ideal pets anyway, because they sleep at day and hunt at night. Anyway, I released the creature the same day we pulled it from behind of the refridgerator. It seemed absolutely exhausted and helpless then, but twelve-hour nap and a bit of meat later the dude was flying all over my room, frightening my cat, which almost ate it the night before. So I let it out.

Anyway, it's all memories now. Especially that part about the cat catching the bat. Only a week passed, and the evil hunter is reduced to a barely moving weak creature three inches from death who will certainly not reach Christmas. Well, who am I kidding, it's only 50% my cat will reach September, which is something like two weeks away. The reason? Breast cancer, which developed because of the contraceptive medications we used because we couldn't afford having several kittens every several months and selling them to kebab makers. Yes, we should have sterilized the cat in the first place. That was our mistake, and now the cat is paying for it. Sad, really. Thus, always sterilize your cat, unless you plan on having little kittens after some time. And always check out whether contraceptives of your choice don't have unpleasant side effects (we find out that the contraceptives we used were cancerogenic after they were got a country-wide ban, yay!).

P.S. For some weird reason this post remained unpublished... Sorry! 

Everything happened around 3 AM local time, as I was reading Dungeons & Dragons player's manual (out of pure curiosity, what the hell is the game about and how it works). Suddenly I realised that my usually very calm and lazy cat is too active for this time of night. Of course, I didn't hear a single thing over my headphones, so I just thought my cat wants to have some fun. After a while I caught a glimpse out of the corner of my eye, that my cat has something in here mouth... something quite a bit bigger than her usual prey (flies).

15 seconds and a quick fight with a cat later I had a bat in my hands. I always imagined that they are quite bigger (well, there are some quite huge species, like a flying fox with a wingspan of 5 feet), but actually there isn't much of flesh in there at all, just skin and bones. It was mighty scared as well, so it didn't even try to escape from me.

"What should I do?", I thought then. I mean, parents wouldn't be too happy, if I woke them up at 3 AM. They aren't even too happy that I am not sleeping at 3 AM myself. And then a bright idea struck me - put the thing behind refridgerator. I mean, if the thing is as helpless as it looks like, it won't go too far away, and it's warm and cozy there! So there it went.

So now that everyone is up, we moved the fridge, got out the bat and put it properly in the box. It still seems to be very scared, because he doesn't try to escape from me. However, that thing is mighty quick, I can give you that, because when it did try escape from my cat, it almost succeeded. The bad news is he is unable to fly. There doesn't seem to be any bone fractures or broken bones in the wings, but the critter refuses to fly, and when tried to do that once, crash-landed after two seconds.

I don't know whether that one percent is getting to me (as Tiffy would put it), but this video sincerely squeezed a couple of tears in my eyes. I know that JC hates cats and he will laugh heartily, that big bad bastard he is, but I couldn't. What a poor kitty... Reminds me of the disabled kids I was with for a day a couple of months ago.

Sad sad sad...

Aaaargh, I give up. I read this post in Chicken Mafia and it brought a teardrop in my I. Screw that. I'm sorry I left you all alone without my regular rants and random interesting stuff I find internet every once in a while. OK, maybe not interesting, but still random. I love you all. Just forgive me my uncaring.

So just to make it up a bit (after all, it has been 40-something days since my last post, if you don't count stuff in my other also not-too-active blog), I decided to give you some links to a good stuff. First of all, of course, some more idiot bashing in the greatest idiot bashing internet blog ever: Skeptico. It has all kinds of posts, ruining many stupidities dumb people believe, like here, here, here, here or here (yay, I love linking!). Just read it. If this stuff doesn't kick fairy tales out of your brain, do a favour to humanity - shoot yourself. Speaking of which, if you do it right way (totally stupidly), you might even earn this, so your relatives would be proud of you for the rest of their lives.

And if you're tired of reading (did I mention that greatest site of debunking stupidity in the world, by the way?) or have some hatred with involving brain into your activities, give these videos a try:

• if you're a racing fan;
• if you're a music fan;
• if you're an arts fan;
  
• if you're a giggling idiot;
• if you're a hopeless giggling idiot;
• if you're Joyful Chicken;
• if you're sure my sense of humour is screwed and want proof.

Have fun and see you next time.

My Sundays are never exciting. Mildly speaking. No, seriously, I think no other day in the week is as busy for me as Sunday, and I mean busy as in "filled with many daunting tasks I'd rather never do". First and foremost, of course, it is Java programming. I love Java. I think it's a wonderful language with wonderful capabilities, readability and other abilities. However, professors in our university are even more capable of screwing everything up with dumb and boring homework you have to do even though it's the lamest one you've ever seen. And, on top of that, they want you to make a full documentation for that pile of crap you just created. Riiight... I think that is definitely the way to keep people interested in programming and creates an incredible temptation to discover the wonders of programming for those of use who weren't born with god's gift of communication with inanimate machines. To hell with them. I'm not surprised most of my friends say they will choose any modules which do not contain programming next year.

OK, enough about Java homework. That's not interesting at all neither for me nor for you. Let's everyone applaude my cat, which managed to scratch me in the same place two days in a row, and in that manner so that it now looks like one LOOOOOOOONG scratch from a tiger or something. Ah well, at least cat scrathes don't hurt that much. On the other hand, you almost always get a scar from it. I have quite a few on my hands already. Well, no wonder, I have been living with that cat for ten years now. She's not very aggressive, but sometimes something goes wrong in her head. Not that I don't make it go wrong...

Spiders have many advantages compared to cockroaches. For example, they don't transfer various diseases and they don't shit into your food. And they don't run on the floor like mad when you turn the light on at night - there are only few more thing less disgusting then 50 or more cockroaches spliting up and running in random directions. Spiders are even better than the cat, because they don't scratch or bite you, and they don't shed their fur on your clothes. Anyway, I'm starting not to like spiders as well. They are way too many in my place. Today I counted... I don't know, thirty, maybe forty, all over the kitchen. Their webs are everywhere - and that's definitely not the best room decoration in this world, if you ask me. Better than pink furry thingies, but still...

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And now to some better news. My band and I will be playing in some sort of song competition on Saturday. This time it will be jury-only, and if we're lucky, we will get to the final, where there will be some more serious stuff. Anyway, I have no idea, what is the level of that competition. Somehow I don't think it will be showed on TV. Ah well. At this moment every opportunity to play publically must not be passed because we really need to get going fast and strong. We already have some plans about our album... So all we need is our following.