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Comments

Finally, after about two hours of painful debugging, the commenting works. Dare not find any bugs, or i’ll remove the whole commenting thing for sure until the next blog version (just joking: report all bugs as soon as possible).

I had fun with the following: anti-spam protection, which first produces some twisted “first gate”, that should be able to sort out spam-bots, and then a second line, which checks the strings for spam-words; and then the remembering of non-registered users’ data, which gave me about an hour’s undisturbed entertainment: first, it wouldn’t recognize the input fields, then it wouldn’t add the comment to the database, then it wouldn’t make the cookie to store the data, and finally it rejected to detect that cookie that the very same script set, not to mention being unable to decode the self-encoded string. Funny. But at least it works. Don’t ask me to ever touch it.


Die, PHP!

Also note that it is your responsibility to die() if necessary.

PHP documentation, set_error_handler

I couldn’t resist posting this. Found it while learning error handling functions for my reference work.


Back

Well, the blog is back. Or whatever. I know well, that it’s not yet perfect, but i was kind of lost being unable to write my blog for about a quarter year now. So, though it’s yet incomplete and buggy, it’s on. Registering and commenting does not yet work, so it’d be worthless to try. Really.

It’s funny that as long as the blog was down, i had loads of ideas of what to write everyday, but now, that it’s in fact back, i’m like the little boy, who’s pushed onto the stage to recite the poem he learnt – and though he learnt that poem very well and could tell every single line of it perfectly, he’s still shocked and his brain blocked for a minute.

I’ve been working on the blog’s backend for a long time now, and sometimes i already stumble into functions or code-parts, whose role i don’t really know the minute i see them. Please report all bugs to me via e-mail (check the sidebar: you need to have JS enabled to see my e-mail address). Thanks.


Just a veil…

The first in the philosphy series…

A few days ago walking home from school, for a flash i saw everything in a bit other way. It’s really hard to explain: it was as if i was looking through a veil (this world), and suddenly something shockingly shining beutiful thing appeared on the other side, and i could catch a glimpse of it.

I couldn’t recover for a while, so for a few steps i just stumbled further as if i was drunk (and i can ensure everyone, i wasn’t!). Now that i wrote this i remembered a scene that a hungarian philosopher and religion-professional Peter Popper wrote in his book The risk of playing chess with God: how the Shiva-believer Gandol became christian. He was sitting in the theater watching a play that was really boring for him after his meditations, but then suddenly, during the aria of a holy woman (i think Virgin Mary) a vision occurred to him, he saw a cross and some religious symbols, and because of this he started believing in the God of christians.

Well, i was like that, though not in a religious form. I thought “what if this world was only a veil in front of another, a much better, a lot more beautiful one, that we can only catch such glimpses of?” and wandered forth…

What then? Well… then it’s not an easy thing to imagine that world beyond. I know, this one’s troublesome and often boring and rarely beautiful, but if it is, then it is very much. I mean, this world can be also an easy, fun, beautiful place to live in, if you live right, but it’s sure much easier to long for a world in which you don’t have to fight for anything – but then where’s the joy of winning something?

I think there are things in this world, which are worthy to belong to a higher existence, thus i think they are from a higher existence. They are those persons or things who/which are always closely on the other side of the veil, so we can always see them, but never perfectly undersand or reach them. They are here, and still they are not. They are those loved by everyone, even though they are out of this world – or maybe that’s the reason…

I know well, that this writing is not a worthy philosophical train of thought. But i don’t care. No need to read if don’t like it.


The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (涼宮ハルヒ憂鬱) was the fourth on the Japanese anime top 100 list back in august. Is that surprising? I don’t think so. What’s rather more surprising is that it wasn’t the first. I think… no, definitely this is the best anime i have ever seen (closely followed by Full Metal Alchemist, Naruto and Bleach).

One special thing about the series that the episodes were not aired in the order they follow each other in the story, but in a totally random order. Though the creators were careful not to mix it up so much that we would be troublingly confused.

The main characters are the members of the SOS Brigade (SOS団Save the world by Overloading it with Fun: Haruhi Suzumiya’s Brigade): Kyon, the narrator, main cinic (sp?) and such, Nagato Yuki (長門有希), a quiet bookworm (roll over for spoiler), Asahina Mikuru (朝比奈みくる), a quiet, shy second-year student with extreme bodily features (especially extraordinary bust size) and weak will (roll over for spoiler), Koizumi Itsuki (古泉一樹), a cool and obedient, but really interesting guy (roll over for spoiler). Oh, and I left out the main-main character, Suzumiya Haruhi (涼宮ハルヒ), the eccentric and beautiful and unpredictable leader of the gang, who’s good in everything (she tried all the clubs at school), extremely extreme, and searches for all incredible things, but she doesn’t realise that she’s the most incredible of all.

This series has the best designed characters, and in all, everything is not just over average, but over the previous best, FMA. I can only adwise everyone to watch it, and don’t be scared of(f by) the first episode, in reality that’s the eleventh =).

The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya: best-best-best, a definite 10/10!


Something strange

I am totally extraordinary. Have you seen anyone at the age of seventeen who haven’t experienced disappointment. I hope that’s the right word, because i can’t be sure. I haven’t found any better english equivalent for the thought i want to express.

After doing a major part of the new comment system for the blog (which will debut in the new version), i have watched The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya, an anime series ran this spring. It’s about 14 episodes only, but i can say that i love it! Very probable to become one of my favourites.

Also, i’m crazily optimistic, but on the other hand sometimes antisocial and depressed. Right now Haruhi cheered me up a whole, so i even took news that would crush others just so cheerily… Though i’m sure i would’ve taken it light anyway, such serious things can’t affect me much quickly… Also, it’s not sure.

It’s like i don’t belong into this world… though i love it and things in it a lot. That’s not very reasonable / compatible, is it? Not neccessarily, now to think about it. One can love things not related to himself more than those too familiar.

I skipped now too much time… gotta go back translating a biography for a friend. I’m strange today, please don’t touch me, or i may bite.


Yeppeee!

Yesterday evening when i was looking for this weeks Naruto and Bleach downloads, i saw some really great news on the site i’m downloading the episodes from: the naruto fillers will end next february! I know that it’s still about half a year to go (ok, only 4 months), but knowing that the fillers have been on for… well, already about two years, it’s really not a long time. I can’t wait to see the original storyline of the manga finally on anime…

Because of this the title will also change. It will be Naruto: Shippuu-den, which means Naruto: Hurricane Chronicles. I’m very curious to see Deidara and the other Akatsuki chasing after the demons and such… Yay.


Lazy

Sorry from all that wait for some job to be done by me… I haven’t worked a single bit since saturday. To tell something opposing that, i started teaching the basics of web-xing (where x stands for coding, designing and such) to my little brother (he isn’t literally my little brother, but the son of my brother, but i don’t know the correct word for that =)). Slow learner, so to say.

Also, the word in the title played a great role why i have not done anything serious. Or at least nothing that concerns my jobs. Sure, i spent 6 hours in the library learning japanese today (i’m a fool), but at least i completed a whole lection. That’s something, in a single day, i think. What i learned… practiced adjective conjugation for about 4 pages in my notebook, read the 3-page reading practice of the lecture, learned about the positioning words (top, left, right, bottom, front, back etc), the difference of wa and ga (i already wrote about that long ago, when i first read about it), and started the practices for these (about 3-4 pages again, only one done yet).

And i’m really tired nowadays afternoons. That’s the result of living more active during the day… Still i pull it out until eleven o’night, reading and such… Right now it’s the foucault’s pendulum by umberto eco. Love it. Also am planning to write a thought-flow thing, if i continously fail writing writings with story longer than 10 pages…


Reboot

Ok, i’m back. Paris’ been fun, really. We spent … i think three days there. Yeah, it’s been three: tuesday, wednesday, thursday. We arrived to the hotel (situated only about 200 metres from the notre dame) some half hour before noon on tuesday, and left after tasting the recently arrived beaujolais nouveau (new wine from beaujolais) at about six o’clock post meridiem, and spent all the time between (except those hours spent with sleeping) wandering in the city checking out most the famous attractions (like the musée du louvre, with mona lisa and other paintings and sculptures of old greats, the eiffel tower, the notre dame, the sacré coeur and all the others i missed to mention here) and sitting in restaurants spending the needed meals and other such usual tourist activities, like simply walking around and in shops that catch the eye… Won’t write anything more now, i think this tells all, maybe later i’ll put some photos up, now i rather go to sleep, i went to bed last night at half past two ante meridiem…


Kirkegaard

Søren Aabye Kierkegaard, the first ever existentialist philosopher died this day (november 11) in 1855. He thought that the truths of the unique person are more important than the general truths. In his philosophy general truths are not interesting at all… They are of no real importance. Just imagine that if you are hit by a poisonous arrow, the material of the arrow, or the angle you were shot from are of little importance compared to that you want the arrow removed and your wound treated as soon as possible.

It doesn’t matter what exactly a human being is – only that matters he exists at all. And a human being can only experience the full experience of existance (=)) by acting, and especially by making decisions, not by sitting behind a desk staring into the air.

It doesn’t matter at all, what we think or believe. The really important truths are personal.