[This site contains whatever I want]

2012-01-25T15:11:00.002+02:00

Im doing imap migration on a couple of our servers and I stumbled on this beat:

http://www.athensfbc.com/imap_tools/

Rick Sanders you legend!

People Suck

2011-10-28T09:38:00.001+02:00

Its true.

That means you.

How to convert a DBM file to Plaintext.

2011-07-26T14:08:00.000+02:00

Struggled to find this on the net, so Posting here for my personal Referance and in case its ever removed. (and those that google I suppose)

Source

Quite simple really.

Take this code: SCRIPT SOURCE

And paste it into a file on your Linux Box (you will need PERL and other packages installed to run it, nothing particulary different)

Lets assume that your new script's filename is called 'dbm' and the filename.db you are trying to read/edit/play with is called 'foo'.

Some of the Commands:

$ dbm foo init

To set a key value pair:

$ dbm foo set key1 val1

To set several key value pairs at once:

$ dbm foo set key1 val1 key2 val2

To delete a key value pair:

$ dbm foo delete key

To delete several key value pairs at once:

$ dbm foo delete key1 key2 key3

To list all key value pairs:

$ dbm foo list

To list selected key value pairs:

$ dbm foo list key1 key2 key3

To edit all key value pairs with your favourite editor (as determined by $EDITOR or $VISUAL):

$ dbm foo edit

To clear all key value pairs from the file:

$ dbm foo clear everything yes really

Thats it!

If this helped you, dont thank me, thank the Author of this script.

Lesson

2011-04-21T09:33:00.000+02:00

Spittle on my cheek.
I slammed harder.

That stopped her.
Stopped her dead.

I pause.

See the blood on my hands.
Smirk on my face.

That'll teach her.

No one fucks with me.
Someone shouts.
Here they come.
I dont care.

meh

2011-04-18T09:46:00.000+02:00

back to the daily shit.

back to the Grindstone. back to the rat race.

mundane existance isnt it?

they say: "live life to the fullest" and "treat the day as its your last" etc etc.

most people are too lazy, complacent or even just scared to do that.

Morons

2011-01-14T08:44:00.000+02:00

sigh. Had a lecture today from a very irritating person. Really really gets my back up.

One of those people that talk so much yet have nothing really relevent to say.

Arrrg this is not what I needed when im trying to quit smoking.

The weekend

2010-11-15T07:36:00.000+02:00

Well, another week and end has passed once more.

T'was good, had a few good laughs with a few good fights.

Sunday came and went, as if it was a secret trying to be forgotten.

Monday is here now, lets all be pleased. As we all know that a week must Begin in order to End.

Charlie.

2010-11-11T09:10:00.000+02:00

I was recently introducted to the late Charles Bukowski.

What a fucking trooper. This is one guy who lived his life doing what he wanted to do.

check it out: http://bukowski.net

Some pics from that site.

The week which ended..

2010-11-01T07:57:00.000+02:00

Well, very long week last week. Was Sick on tuesday, got bored outta my mind on wednesday (which was salvaged by an awesome night at Rafikies) Thursday worked late and Friday got drunker than i have in a loooong time.

So pretty good in restospect.
Some pics :P

I Hate you.

2010-10-28T09:00:00.000+02:00

Christ People are sick fucks.

I just heard that a chick i know was drugged robbed and raped.

So fucked up. I want to punish those guys. I wish I knew who they are.

My Short Story

2010-10-27T17:05:00.002+02:00

Title: Losing Myself

Word Count: 1231

Life can be confusing sometimes.

I woke with a start; someone had come into my room. It was dark; I glanced at my clock radio, 2am. It had been an hour, fuck. She knows that she shouldn't be here.

The shadow whispered something I didn't catch. I hit the light, and recognised Sally. She seemed a bit startled, probably just scared, I thought. I heard a meek 'thank you' as I motioned for her to climb into bed with me.

The night was typical of the Desert, Hot scorching days followed by bone chilling nights, this was no exception. Outside my window, I could almost hear something scratching in the ground. "Bastard scavengers." I was tired. I fought off the sleep with everything I had. I knew what was coming, but I couldn't do it. Not today, not now.

I held onto the hope that maybe, just maybe God would have mercy on me. Like those cheesy Monday night movies that sometimes air on TV, maybe this time it would be different. I would wake up, and it would all be alright. Yeah right. Like that would happen. "Good...bye" I whispered slightly under my breath as I kissed her on the head.

"Fuck, its morning" My alarm went off, it's screech making my skin crawl. I hate mornings. They suck ass. I prefer the cover of night, makes me feel normal. Wonder what's for breakfast? Its 11am, weird, Heather normally makes sure I'm up before nine. Maybe she knew I came in a bit late, and let me sleep in to recover. But I don't really remember doing anything hectic last night? I shook it off as I hit the sleep button again on my alarm clock. I repositioned myself in my bed, and suddenly realised that I wasn't alone, a small girl was sleeping next to me.

"What the fuck!!" I mouthed the words, trying to be quiet. I climbed out of bed and stood next to it. How the hell did an eight year old get into my bed? That's fucked. That's really fucked. I found myself staring at the girl, recognising something, and it clicked. She looks like Heather. Almost the spitting image. But we had been dating to two years now, and she never told me anything about a kid, even a niece. A smile came to my face, "Tim you fuckhead". I swear that guy is going to get arrested some day, or worse, I could get arrested. Fuck, if someone had walked in here that wasn't in on the joke, it would've looked really bad. I mean, come on, for fuck sakes, who the hell pulls stunts like these? This little girl probably was scared to death about this. She doesn't know me, hell I don't even know her name.

They are probably going to bust in here any second, and make a ruckus. Well I hope for Tim's sake that he doesn't show his face around here for a few weeks, the only reason I let him hang around is because he is Heather's brother, and she doesn't want to throw her own brother out the house.

My alarm went off again, I darted for the snooze button, but she had already started to stir. I prepared myself, how was she going to react? I was half expecting her to jump up, and scream "SURPRISE!!" or just scream her fucking head off. She stretched a bit; I noticed that she patted the bed where I was sleeping, as if she was looking for me. She opened her eyes, and started searching the room. Our eyes met, I almost flinched, but then she did the strangest thing, she smiled.

"Dad", she said. "Da... Oh, umm Gary". Shock almost made me swallow my tongue.' What?? DAD? What the hel- umm what the heck are you smoking?"

"G-Gary, look at the back of your door. Read the book, watch the tape. It will explain everything. I'll make some coffee". She quickly got out of bed, and moved towards the kitchen. I stopped her," Hang on! What are you doing?" She pushed my hand off her shoulder, "please, look at the door"; pointing to a neat basket had been bolted to the back of door. I had never seen that before, Tim must've put it on there while I was sleeping. Clever bastard, how the heck did he not wake me up?

Not being in the particular mood to argue in the morning, I simply motioned for her to go and moved slowly towards to door.

END OF PART 1

Losing Myself Part 2

Life, as they say can be unfair. For the most part, it is.

It was a beautiful summer day, the trees swaying with the wind. All the little people where celebrating the end of the school term, doing their ritual dance in the sun. Whenever I saw them play, it reminded me of my childhood, the endless games and the seemingly endless exploring. All overshadowed by the fact that the fun would end. School would start soon, and it would be as if the holidays never even began. Back then, my biggest worry was hoping that I was 'Cool' enough, and if that pretty girl with the pigtails liked me. That was before bills, before rent, heck it was before sex.

These days, I constantly find myself wishing my life was that simple again, wanting to be happy and ignorant of what the world had in store for me. Before people judge you based upon which book your father read to you every Sunday, or rather the ones he didn't.

Heather had told me in no uncertain terms, and with a sadistic little smile on her face that she was going to castrate me if I came home without bread and milk. That's what I get for telling her that I'm going to get some smokes. I smiled to myself; the sarcastic humour was what I loved most about her, other than her long legs that is.

I held the ripped out page in my hands. Didn't I write this a few days ago? It felt like I had. But why was it old? Why had it been crumpled, and torn in several places? I could've sworn that my journal was kept in my away in my drawer, under the socks. I quickly pulled open my chest of drawers, 'phew'; it was still here, looking a bit worse for wear, but here.

I looked at my draw again. "Weird..." I unconsciously said to myself, almost a whisper, like it was a secret. There were a few more Journals here, all with my name on, some with faded stickers with "READ THIS" scribbled across them.

I was acutely aware of the expression of confusion on my face, staring hard at the journals, as if their secret would be revealed to me by staring them down. I picked one up, 2010? 2009? They all had different dates on them, Impossible, its 2004 right? I paged through one randomly, its my handwriting all right. I stopped dead at an entry dated six years ago, "I have a daughter. I can't believe that I have a daughter. Her name is Sally."

Daughter? Jesus. What the heck is going on? I had almost forgotten about how this day started. The Girl? THAT Girl? My daughter? She called me Dad.

Photos from my walk

2010-10-22T13:43:00.000+02:00

Like a fucking toy

2010-10-22T10:01:00.000+02:00

Tossed around like a rag doll.

Christ why the fuck am i still doing this?

Is it fair? doesnt feel like it.

Is this something I deserve? Maybe its cos im a fuckup, I dont know anymore.

Anyway you shoot the shit, its because I'm not respected. Guess that is my fault. I play around too often at work.

Change is needed.

its been a long time!

2010-10-22T08:51:00.001+02:00

Wow, I havnt written on this blog in years! about 3 years to be exact!

it obvious that no one is actually reading this, (hence no comments for 3 years) but fukit im gona update this anyway.

Stay tuned.

Random Poem

2007-10-15T23:39:00.000+02:00

Jumping Jack

Jumping was jack on a great day,

Jumping was jack around the way,

Jumping was jack all the time,

Jumping was jack broke his spine.

Jumping was jack in his mind,

Jumping was jack killing time,

Jumping was jack lying down,

Jumping was jack started to drown.

Jumping was jack holding hands,

Jumping was jack making plans,

Jumping was jack held his chest,

Jumping was jack dying on time.