Confessions of a Developer
It was fall of 2000 and I was freshly kicked off the University and broke. Being broke I needed to get a job quickly so I turned at this software development house my friend started a few years earlier. (I was so broke that I had to ask for advance paycheck before even working a single day).
Search and Comments (and Twitter)
Web 2.0, here I (slowly) come. Comments, trackback (powered by HaloScan.com) and site search (powered by Google) are now just a click away.
(Day later.) Added Twitter box on top (where, besides other stuff, server status of srnet.cz will be published using hashtag #srnetcz).
New Design, New Location
It was time to give my pages a small face-lift - unified interface to software, texts and blog, better color scheme and no legacy cruft. And with new design came new location: http://alivebutsleepy.srnet.cz.
Most of the public content of old site has been moved here (with automatic redirection), excluding software which is linked from here, but still sits there, Allegro Source Browser which will not be moved, but will keep working, and trash.
Resignation From DejaVu Fonts
This is not as easy as I thought it would be, but anyway. I am resigning from my position as project manager and maintainer of DejaVu fonts.
I've been thinking about it for couple of months. My time reserved for the project got very limited and I also lost a joy of taking care of it. It has been great one and a half year and I really enjoyed it and got lot from it, but now it became more of a nuisance than anything else.
Baby has grown and now it is time to kick it out of a house.
I Know What I Did Last Summer
These freezing days remind me of last summer when I went on a trip to Norway. Falling snow, freezing wind, temperature below zero. Oh, warm memories. I know what I did, because I had a camera. I can't show whole video (you know, my friends are shy), but here is at least short teaser (1.3 MB in size).
Playing Sports Is Like Getting High For Free
There are good decisions and bad decisions. You may guess what kind of decision is to play sports. At first it looks good: you'll get more healthier, your fat ass will hopefully shrink and thanks to endorphines you'll get high for free. Unfortunately with sports it's like with high school. The only things you remember are the good ones. The bad ones like when you got locked by footballers inside the locker, naked of course, are hard to recall.
Sometimes You Just Forget
"So you party with girls at night, huh?"
"What?"
"Jane says hi to you."
"Who?"
"She was at your place yesterday."
"Where?"
"She was counting your radiator gills."
"Oh, the one giving me weird looks. How do you know?"
"She asked me if it was you."
"Do I know her?"
"You two met at Christmas party last year."
"Sorry, I have no idea."
"You were talking with her for more than hour."
"Oh, what a faux pas! Send her my hello."
"OK."
"... Is not she your girlfriend?"
Person number two is of course me. Person number one is my co-worker. Jane really is his girlfriend, but Jane is not her real name, not because I don't want to reveal it, but because I forgot it.
