Second Life: End of #Neet-Life – The Second Coming | also: torrent tracker announcement

I’m doing an internship again. This time a bit closer to home, literally and figuratively. The target company in question is in dire need of hotline workers and I can sit at a computer all day and not get bored, so this is perfect for me. The internship started on Monday and will conclude on Friday next week (3/16/18). And I think this time I’ll do all of it and not abort after half of it.

I don’t know that for certain, though, since factors outside of my control (other employees, the boss) could still turn me. But since there are reasonably good chances I’ll get a job after the internship is over, my bank account really hopes that I’ll stick to it.

And if I’d do anything for anyone, it’d be doing this for my bank account. It’s very punished. It got drained dry and then I decided I needed to spent more money. What’s it gonna do, invent a giant shiny money tree to pay for my stupidity? No, no, no. That’d be enabling me, and it’s a good little fella, not an evil enabler.

I think I got a bit off track there.

Anyway, so far so good, the internship is quite interesting up until now. On Monday I was shown most if not all of the tools the hotline people work with, and how they use them. Yesterday I spent all day with one dude trying to figure outfiguring out how to add the newly required checks for the customer’s nagios system. And today I did my first bit of hotline work. And I got to fix up my new torrent tracker, so that’s great as well.

We’ll see what the next 7 days deliver.

If anyone wants to use my tracker to share files, just add udp://schmelle.me:7070/announce when you create the torrent. It’ll work like a charm. At least it should. Email me at sirconanad [at] cock [dot] li if you’ve got problems. Or email me if you don’t have problems, I’m very lonely, please talk to me.

oh noes

there haven’t been any posts on this completely meaningless blog for two whole days! how will we survive this catastrophy?

oh no

I missed a day…

what will the world think of me now that I missed a day blogging? now that everybody knows I’m a huge disappointment…

Sleep Tracking


What’s going on here?
Now, I realise that on the left (Sleep Better) I have 20 minutes more sleep on the counter, but that doesn’t really matter because I wasn’t asleep anymore. I just didn’t want to leave my cozy warm bed. But back to my sleep tracking apps. Sleep As Android (Link) seems to be much better at figuring out how restless I am in bed because there’s no way I just had almost 8 hours of deep sleep. But Sleep Better (Link) isn’t always this bad. I’ve had nights after which it showed me how rough my sleep was. Although, to be fair, it hasn’t been working for the past three days, telling me I didn’t sleep at all. So maybe it just needs more practice and I shouldn’t be so hard on it.

Gym schedule

Up until April 24th, 2017, I used to go to the gym Monday/Wednesday/Friday every week. I didn’t get buff or especially fit, but it was enough so I wasn’t out of breath after climbing two flights of stairs up to my apartment.

Then I stopped. I don’t remember why. My go-to excuse is that preparation for the final exam at vocational school as well as preparation for the project paper I had to write and presentation about said project I had to give was exhausting that I couldn’t make it to the gym anymore.

But that’s not what happened. Vocational school, or at least what I took from it (/how invested I was in it), was a joke. I didn’t really prepare for it, and while I did pass, I just barely passed with as little effort as possible. And I didn’t put in much effort into the project paper, either. I wrote it during the last three possible days I had left until the deadline, copying every clever wording I could find.

So why did I stop going? It’s not because I suddenly lost interest, or because there were people there that made me uncomfortable. No. As best as I can remember, (and my memory never was the best, I barely know what I ate last week) I missed one day, one day where I didn’t go when I really should have, and then I was like: well, now it doesn’t matter anymore if I go or not. And that led to me not going for nearly a whole year, losing everything I had worked for (in the gym) in the two years prior, and on top of that also gaining 15kg (that’s 33 pounds for my American friends).

So now I’m going again. And I’ll try to stick to my self-imposed three-days-a-week schedule, because that’s how I (seem to work) best under.

We’ll see how it works out.

No comments.

I (effectively) closed the comment section. I did this because I don’t want to have to deal with spam (even though I have Akismet for that, but I still have to look at what Akismet classifies as spam) and I don’t want to have to decide what I’m gonna allow and what I’m gonna block. I also feel that this would reveal too much of what I find funny and/or offensive and I don’t want to have to deal with it.

This is my way to scream into the void. This is a nonsense, bullshit-only zone. I don’t need comments on that.