SuSE 10.0 vs. Win XP sp2 - all on IBM's T43

Thanks to good people, I was able to resolve my problem with dual boot installation. Half-a-gig ram, 128MB of X300 ATI card, 14'' screen of this rugged laptop together with SuSE and additional applications for network monitoring. All this cuz I landed my dream job - I am sys admin of the backbone passing through my country. Whole shabeng. 600Mbps under my supervision...

Thnx for all the nice wishes :)

Who am I?

There is a definition available, for me, myself, and I:

http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Lucciano
Defined as is:

1. lucciano

1.having lots of money.
1.he got crazy lucciano

2. Lucciano


Super big pimp daddy that all the girlies love
man, he's a lucciano, and he's so sexy

Lady, leave me aloneeeeee....

Marty wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces himself to open
his eyes, and the first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass
of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of
him, all clean and pressed. Marty looks around the room and sees that it is
in perfect order, spotless, clean. So is the rest of the house. He
takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table "Honey, breakfast is on
the
stove, I left early to go shopping. Love you."

So he goes to the kitchen and sure enough there is a hot breakfast and
the
morning newspaper. His son is also at the table, eating. Marty asks, "Son,
what happened last night?" His son says, "Well, you came home after 3 A.M.,
drunk and delirious. Broke some furniture, puked in the hallway, and gave
yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door."

Confused, Marty asks, "So, why is everything in order and so clean, and
breakfast is on the table waiting for me?" His son replies, "Oh that! Mom
dragged you to the bedroom, and when she tried to take your pants off, you
said, "Lady, leave me alone, I'm married!"

They said....

"When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading."
~Henny Youngman

"I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day. "
~Frank Sinatra

One afternoon at Cheers, Cliff Clavin was explaining the Buffalo Theory to his buddy Norm. Here's how it went:
"Well ya see, Norm, it's like this... A herd of buffalo can only move as fast as the slowest buffalo. And when the herd is hunted, it is the slowest and weakest ones at the back that are killed first. This natural selection is good for the herd as a whole, because the general speed and health of the whole group keeps improving by the regular killing of the weakest members. In much the same way, the human brain can only operate as fast as the slowest brain cells. Excessive intake of alcohol, as we know, kills brain cells. But naturally, it attacks the slowest and weakest brain cells first In this way, regular consumption of beer eliminates the weaker brain cells, making the brain a faster and more efficient machine. That's why you always feel smarter after a few beers."

"You all laugh because I'm different...I laugh because you're all the same." - Anonymous

Distinction of Church and Belief

Hey hey hey, who would say that *(my) Pope is a fascist. Well, anyone who has something inda head, not just vacuum. Why?
Well, it is very clear that Pope's message , the other day, did not aim at spreading love and peace. It'd be differently pronounced, formed, directed and said. But no, Popie prefers quoting medieval authors. Yeah, like, they were the sun and the starts of all intellectual advancement ever, so he finds them appropriately quotable. He prefers ranting about Muhammad, instead of talking some love and shinny happiness into people.

Never mind, who listens to such an old prick anyhow? Well, seems like many. Me myself, I'd never give him an ounce of trust. Why, you ask? Well, I was 15 when civil war burst out in my country. It was an option for me to join the army, both leftist or right-handed. Options were numerous: from a Patriotic League, to HOS, HVO, Chetnicks, Ustasha's, Jihad Fighters - you name it, we've had it in the town. Yes, I've spent 1260 days of siege in Sarajevo, capital of Eastern hemisphere... there were many looking for blood-thirsty, confused peons, to put guns in their hands, to make them believe whatever they wanted to indoctrinate them with... And I, myself, being aaaa... young adult, is that how you call 15-years old?
I knew much much better, than to join Nazi youth. Well, seems like our Pope have had no choice, in his age of 14, but to join Hitler's Youth. It says Hitlerjungend was mandatory, especially after 1942. Well, guess what, army was mandatory in Sarajevo. Another thing - draft was implemented so rigorously that only 2% of the males in my town managed to escape army and draft process, this way or another. I managed, well. Pope didn't. His bad. He didn't know better. Or, just maybe, he wasn't so much against it. Or, he was, like, passively giving his resistance. In the head. Like, thinking badly about bad bad Nazis. Or, just perhaps, sharing some of their views. Like the one that Moslems and Mohammad are no-good-son's-of-biatches, Jews are greedy and bad-bad-mofuggers, etc. We all know what were they preaching, anyways, Pope Retardict is our problem, nowadays. What does that fugger think, does he think at all, is he ashamed of himself at least a little bit?

Now we get to the problem of Church. Me, as a Catholic, I get right to rant about those papal-ass-lovers hypocrites. And, of course, to rant about their ex-Nazi Chief of the Party.
It is time, it was time already, long ago, to draw that line: Distinction of Church and Belief. C'mon, people, don't be morons: Church has abandoned Jesus long ago, if it was ever under His umbrella at all. Why not? Well, ain't it obvious? First of all, all the money and the power is really shitty thing to hold on - isn't their job to ensure our blessings in the after-life, not to ensure their own blessing in the earth-life? I’ve seen to many fat greasy richie-rich priests, driving around in limos, having golden frames on their blurred glasses, carrying around their golden crosses, dressed up in shiny sparky clean robes… their little piggy eyes, deep inda head, rubbing their palms together, trying to decide which youngster to molest next… all this has nothing to do with Jesus, in fact it is so far from his doctrine that Church and Jesus shouldn’t go into the same paragraph of text, let alone in the sentence. Belief and Church have separated long long ago, if they ever went together, at all. It is the last minute for us to do so, in our heads and hearts. Leave those hypocrites behind, strive toward Jesus and his heart.

It is so hard to do what’s right instead of doing what’s easy.

Morning's dillema.

I look through all the faces
in their heads are empty spaces
dillema of the morning's imposed

How much should I have dosed
In the morning's myst of fear
not to see them, not to hear

How much property is enough?

So, do tell, how much do you need in your life? A house with 2, 3, 7 bedrooms and bathrooms? 100.000€, 200.000€, half-a-mill € on your savings account?

I feel that everything beyond daily food and nightly bed comes as a reward, and extras...

Memento mori.

Every orgasm is like a small death, she said. What do you associate an orgasm with, what color? Red and black, she says. Not because of death, I ain't afraid of the death. Well, neither am I. Like everything has its ending, it wouldn't be good if we lasted forever.

Why don't we die when we are completely happy, embraced, during an orgasm, united, when we need nothing else in the whole world? Wouldn't it be more complete to die when you miss nothing more, need nothing more, nothing else bothers you, you get completely fulfilled... or, you get to die in suffering, missing thousands of stupid shits?

Memento mori.

Is it your job?

Ok, whose job is it? Should there be any distribution of jobs, according to prefferences, capabilities, abilities, disabilities? I believe there should be a distinction, not like carved in stone, but firm and understandable, and definitely logical..

Artify me artificially

Transformation, metamorphoses, butterfly-like...
No information, ostheoporoses, run away from such hike...

Good sketching, etching, crawing for drawing.

CLIKKC ME here

Form vs. content

I am sooooooo upset... no, nah, the word is pissed off, with my immediate environment. With citizens of Balkans, in general, and mostly with Bosnian fuggers. Why, you wonder? Well, if you lived here and have had more than 2 grams of brain, you'd probably be revolted for the same reasons: everybody insists on the form, nobody cares about content, essence, substance.... e.g. I work for the govt. institution - dress code says we have to be in dark suits, with the tie, and don't even think about having a Disney tie or something. Gotta be checkered or some other dull pattern, can't be fun. On the other hand, war criminals sit in our Parliament. Or their children, who nurture memories of their genocidal parents over media, on regular basis.

Wanna know more? Lemme go puke, I'll be back, to rant more.

Awareness

What would happen if we would be able to determine when do we want to be aware? Like, if I could be aware while I am asleep - I would spend the night watching my prettier half, as she is sleeping, like an angel... and, contrary to the period of awareness during the rest period, I could be unaware and unconscienceous while I am at work: I rent my brains anyways, there isn't much need for processing powers of my grey cells, it is just routine works that are done on daily basis, never changing, always boring...

Ah, I would if I could, but I can't so I shan't.