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I wish I could have said that it's been an epic week, with me busy doing a million things. Sadly, it hasn't, so here I am...
I still await the call from Techlogix for my interview (yes, Sherlock Holmes shortlisted me o_O)...don't know what these companies are getting from making me wait so long, to be honest. You want to hire someone, get on with it, either hire or reject me!
In other news, I'm watching Eureka Seven. It's not a *bad* anime per se (yet; I usually think much worse of an anime AFTER I've watched it)...call me narrow minded, but I really prefer anime in which things actually. happen. Getting a kid excited over another kid most definitely does NOT count.

My heart's starting to bug me (no, not physically...yet :o ). Whether it's something that's sprung up, or whether it's the result of a seed planted previously remains to be determined (actually, what the hell it actually is isn't quite clear yet). Hmm...

Anyway, more Fat Man-ness.

The fat man felt relaxed.  While the weather outside left much to ask for, he was sitting by a warm fireplace in a quasi-fashionable, cushioned chair.  The fat cat, nestled in his lap, purred happily, and the fat man stroked it.  Life was good.

Suddenly, the fat man heard a crashing sound.  He leapt up, and the fat cat swiftly dove under the nearest piece of furniture.  The fat man turned towards the window. Alas, the window was there no longer; under the gap, stood a large dog, snarling and growling.  Three more followed.  The four canines formed a semi circle, all bearing sharp teeth, unfortunately effective in their duty of mechanical digestion.  The fat man slowly walked backwards, but not out of fear; for he kept a rifle in that very room, atop a chest of drawers.  The dogs walked slowly, slobbering all over the carpet, drooling with anticipation.   They could not bear to stall any longer; one dog lunged forward, promptly followed by its other comrades.  The fat man turned and ran towards the weapon he sought, but, unfortunately, a dog leapt onto his back, and he fell over.  The other three dogs closed in, considering the fat man dead and done. He, however, had other ideas.  The fat man was able to turn over, courtesy of his larger mass; the dog lost its balance and fell off.  The three other dogs were very close by now, and were within reach. The fat man grabbed two of them, smashed the two unlucky skulls together, and tossed aside the limp bodies.  He sat up, and bashed another atop the head with his mighty fist, as an angry CEO in a meeting would.  The dog's head twitched here and there, as the world began to lose its form, when the dog was met by the back of the fat man's hand, causing it to promptly depart from the fat man's side.  The fourth dog was chewing and tugging at his trouser leg, in the belief that it was causing the destruction of its now mortal enemy. The fat man, far from obliteration, stood up and, partly in reprisal for a wasted pair of trousers, kicked the dog with a significant portion of his strength.  After a short journey through the air, the unfortunate dog rebounded off the wall, and landed limply, like an ill-treated doll.  At that very moment, an enormous canine bounded through the former window, and looked menacingly at its predecessors' adversary.  This fine example of a monstrosity was as high as a tall man's hip. Understandably, the fat man swiftly made for his gun, picked it up, and fired.
Click.
There was no ammunition.
He would need to search the drawers for the bullets he sought, but he had no time; the big dog began its charge.  However, halfway through its threatening locomotion, the fat cat emerged from its safe haven, and launched itself at the malevolent canine.  The beast was pushed off course, and its skull met a wall.  The dog took a moment to recover, but the fat man used less; he was already rummaging through the drawers as the fat cat valiantly distracted the present malefactor. The dog, vexed over the painful antics of the second foe, charged after the fat cat.  The fat cat sidestepped out of the dog's projected path, and engraved its claw marks upon the recipient's dark face.  The dog let out a half whimper, and screeched to a halt; no less than the mutilation of this insolent cat could possibly be on its new agenda.  The fat man was currently loading the rifle.  As the dog neared the cat, he took aim, and fired. A second or two later, a small trail of smoke could be seen emerging from the barrel of a gun, and a mammalian corpse graced the floor, its pool of blood slowly expanding.  The fat man took the dogs, and threw them out the front door; someone would pick up the big corpse, and the other four now knew better than to disturb a fat man.  The fat man made his way to the kitchen, to reward the similarly blubber-filled domestic feline's valor.  Outside a house, four dogs lay near death, and one lay dead.  A fat man walked away victorious.

Here's the next installment of the epic series.  All of this stuff is copyright under my name, of course, so don't copy it =p
In other news, my Final Year Project's (FYP) been extended (in a bad way) by another month, and I've upgraded my RAM. Wewt. I might include some rants on my retarded FYP supervisors, but not now =p

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The big monster roared.  It fixed it's gaze on the fat man, and began to move, its acidic drool melting the floor away, huge claws raised in anticipation of a meal.  It lumbered slowly towards the fat man, and he seemed trapped; he was between a wall and this venerable monstrosity.  The beast snarled as it stomped towards its hapless prey, or that's how it saw things: the fat man, much to his relief, noticed a few barrels of oil next to him.  Not giving a thought as to why they were there, he rolled one straight towards the beast.  It picked the barrel up, crushed it, causing much spillage of oil, tossed it aside, and resumed  stomping towards lunch.  However, the monster promptly slipped on the oil it had itself unleashed, and fell with a heavy thud.  The fat man quickly ran past the monster, jumping over the oil spill, and ran down the corridor.  The nearest room was the "tool room", so he ran into it and bolted the metal door.

He stood against the door, and surveyed the room; unsurprisingly, it contained a wide assortment of mechanical tools and various odd-looking things.  Wrenches, spanners, a ladder or two, power drills, mainly repair equipment, as well as a few complex-looking tools obviously designed solely for the laboratory the fat man found himself in.  Unfortunatly, his hiding place was no longer a secret; a blood curling roar indicated his detection.  The monster had tracked his scent.  The fat man instinctivly ran across the room, and stared at the door.

Without hesitation, the monstrous leviathan began pounding the door; it would not last much longer.  The fat man looked around for a solution, but none presented itself to him.    Alas, the door's limit had been surpassed, and it flew off its hinges.  The monster stepped in and growled, considerably vexed at the fat man's last maneouver.  However, the fat man would not accept defeat until he was truly defeated.  He grabbed a spanner and hurled it at the beasts' face.  The beast recoiled in pain, as a wrench swiftly followed.  The fat man noticed a crowbar nearby; he armed himself and charged at the monster, as it was recovering from the fat man's barrage. The fat man jumped up and brought his crowbar down upon the unfortunate mutated fauna with enormous strength.  The blow happened upon one of the monster's eyes, who cried in great pain, as blood spurted out its now semi-vacant socket.  The fat man wasted no time; he used the monster's grief to his advantage.  He proceeded to hack away at the at the monster's torso with it's crowbar.  The monster attempted a blind swipe here and there, but they fell upon nothing, as the fat man jumped away from each.  The monster, drained of its strength, eventually fell on its back, crying out in pain, as the fat man sought its malevolent heart. He did find it then; a large, spherical, pulsating mass.  He raised his crowbar and brought it down with all his strength.  Needless to say, this particular member of the circulatory system was put out of commission.  The monster ceased squirming, and lay twitching in its own pool of blood.  In a tool room, a monster lay, dead.  A fat man walked away victorious.

It's official; my 3D card's memory is dead. Long live...mobo video card?!  Bah! Even that's giving me driver issues, since the great minds I entrusted my PC to felt that the driver CD was defiling my drive and took it out.  I'm on uninstalled-video-card at the moment, let's hope that a new set of drivers will convince the damn thing to work. I can't find the 7950's receipt either, so can't say I'll get it replaced on warranty...I might have to settle for getting its memory changed. D'oh!

In other news, Samurai Champloo is definitely picking up, as our protagonists almost got owned by a blind girl. If you're going to watch it, you might want to skip the crap episodes, as they don't really add anything to anything (unless you really can't get enough of the hungry->work for money to eat->omg-there's-more-than-meets-the-eye-here concept, in which case you'd probably be happy with any stupid repetitive anime under the sun).
 I'm watching an episode of Bleach here and there as I come along as well (I'm not quite up to date)...I just watched the Infinit(o) Slick(o) episode, where the epic bug character pwns some random noob. I really don't get it; on paper, Bleach seems to be such complete shit. Seriously man, how much of running through corridors and bumping into lame ass bad guys can one take? (YES, the espada are very retarded) But for some reason, it's watchable...now that I think about it, the only really irritating character at the moment is Nell (God, let her die in some tragic heroic scene or something...sadly, they won't kill her Evangelion style, but hey, I'm not being picky)...Thankfully, Orihime isn't getting much screen time. Maybe it's the voice acting? Oh well, I guess it isn't that good either, since I'm not dying to watch the next episodes...

Not much in the world of games, sadly, especially since my 3D card died...I can only play Warcraft (well, DOTA, really) on my built in :< And no one I know plays Dawn of War anyway.
If any of you ever decide to play Call of Duty 4 online, remember to back your profile up regularly. Unless you're unfortunate enough to be on the same strand of mud of a country as I am, you're unlikely to face this problem, but my profile reset when my power went out as I played (6 hours a day loadshedding ftl?).

Oh, I gave 1.5 hours worth of interviews (3) at the same company the other day. If they don't keep me, I should sue them for calling me when their damn power was out. I'm sure they saved a lot of productivity during their power outage by grilling me -.-

This is a little later than I said it would be; my 3D card upped and died, see. I blame power related issues, but let's see, when I take the poor thing to see its makers (or sellers, at least). My poor 7950 (iChill) =\

Anyway, fat man has come, and begins his semi-regular adventures.
I'd appreciate it if you didn't copy this and stuff, or I'd be sad =(

The fat man knew it.  He was being followed; his pursuers were obviously unskilled in the ways of stealth.  He knew what they wanted: no less than his corpse.  So, in an evasive manner, he walked into a dark alley.  Alas, the alley came up to a dead end.  A stray cat stirred at the sudden appearance of the bulky visitor in his solitary dining area.  He would have to fight; there was a 'shoot-first' policy, and these Tommy-toters were particularly reverent.

One of the men blundered into the alley, but saw nothing.  As soon as the other came into the alley, the fat man leapt out from behind a trash can, and connected fist to jaw; a startling and painful ordeal for the unfortunate recipient, staggering back while holding his jaw.  The fat man spun around and flykicked the second, causing him to drop his gun.  The fat man turned back to the other man and proceeded to pummel him.  The man, after many successive blows, collapsed, bloody nose and cracked ribs amplifying his grief.  The other man had gotten back to his feet, and was poised to strike.  He threw a punch, but the fat man ducked under it.  He delivered an uppercut of his own; the victim jumped up slight from the sheer magnitude of the blow.  A roundhouse kick later, two men lay in an alley, groaning in pain.  A fat man walked away victorious.

Hello, fellow people. This is a blog about me and things that either grab my attention, draw my frustration, or are the result of the wasting of my life, so be forewarned, very little here will be useful...or possibly up to date, for that matter. The point? I'm writing and I'm ranting at the same time, can't see anything better to do in the near future =p Well, now that we're through with the disclaimer...

And oh yes, Huma wanted a mention, so....Huma, Huma, Huma, Huma...there =D

I think I'll jump straight into my first post with the same way I always degraded them for: my day! Although you'd be very interested in the fact that I ate chicken and that it was hot outside, I'll take a macro level view and discuss my job interviews. Before we move on, I'm a computer sciences student, it might help keep things in focus :o
Well, the first one was a "final" interview, so I suppose one would expect more HR related things (Elixir was the company). They asked me what would make me leave a job, what I would do in the event of an unmeetable deadline, what I would do if I didn't know enough about the thing I'm working on to meet a deadline...It didn't last long, though; they couldn't resist slipping in a polymorphism question...damn inheritance xD I thought it went pretty well, though...One of them turned out to be a gamer, too...he asked me about Crysis and Oblivion. I did what any sane mind would: I told him Oblivion sucked. Come on, the demon gates were just too repetitive, not to mention stupid (the combat system sucked). Anyway, so yeah, it was good. Except that I said I checked their website and said that they made products for big companies. Oops! Thankfully, it was a footnote in the interview, so it didn't seem to make an impact. That, and the fact that I'm graduating late. I told them I'd be able to give time, but they weren't convinced, and floated the idea of internship. Bah!
I waited most of the day for the second! It was for Techlogix (sp?)...After some off the cuff discussion, he asked me to write code to extract the second largest value from an integer array. When I wrote the code, he provided me with negative numbers, prompting me to suggest, and note down, additional changes that would have to have been made, and a single digit array, followed by the addition of yet more conditions. And then, you ask? "Thank you." What?! I waited till 4 for that? Either he is > Sherlock Holmes, or he doesn't want me at all o_O

Oh well. I've been watching Samurai Champloo; it sucks for the most part (the first several episodes weren't so bad, if I remember correctly), but it might be picking up a bit, from the "second season". It better, because Code Geass's quality is falling faster than Robocop with a titanium parachute.
Since this a brand new blog, I'll be sharing one special episode of Fat Man every few days. Even if no one else reads it, it'll be a all-else-is-lost backup =D