Have you ever wondered why some people choose to push themselves to the very limit to climb a mountain, to risk everything to conquer a vertical rock face, to force their bodies to the very limit of human endurance in Iron Man competitions? If yes, you probably asked some of those persons – “But why”? And they told you something along the lines of  “For the feeling you get when you reach the summit, when you finish the race and because I can”? Well, I did, I also got the same answer and didn’t get it. “Because I can”, what kind of answer is that? And what feeling? I’ve tried, thanks to my brother, rock climbing and mounteneering but didn’t quite get the trhill. Rock climbing is not for me. However, thanks to the same crazy brother I got to take part in a mountain bike competition last week and I tell you, when I’ve crossed that finish line I got it! I finally did. Dead tired but I felt the rush of adrenaline or whatever that was. I felt that I did it because I could, I felt strong and I wanted more. And I challenge everybody to keep trying and do things that are interesting and a little crazy until, at least once in their lifetime, will get the rush and will get it, will understand why Everest was conquered and why people choose to run Iron Man triathlons. Go and search and do it!
If only Growing older was post incremented…
Random GiveOrTake = new Random();
int LifeSpan = 75 + GiveOrTake.Next(-25, 25);
while (Age <= LifeSpan)
{
if (DateTime.Now.Month == BirthDate.Month &&
DateTime.Now.Day == BirthDate.Day)
{
//Fixed eternal life bug
//GrowOlder(Age++);
GrowOlder(++Age);
System.Threading.Thread.Sleep(86400000);
}
}
P.S. For all you coders out there just assume that GrowOlder() sets the global Age variable to whatever it receives as parameter => no aging.
Do you know those nice buses / trams that have the fancy automated gearbox for silky smooth acceleration? You know how good these actually are, when the driver puts his foot down and it doesn’t jerk, it just goes faster and faster, smoothly… until the same driver floors it, the brake pedal, that is. And than you get to know very intimately the person next to you. And than the foot moves again to the gas pedal and it’s so nice and smooth and you say to the person into you just crashed into how sorry you are for… everything and than bam, the driver slams the brakes and reaches for the hand brake to make a rally style turn and on and on.
I can see the social part of this, after all you get to know a lot of people better than you wished to, but I wonder, if they can make these buses accelerate silky smooth why don’t they do something about the braking?
That’s a good example of having the best equipment for providing a great service and ruining it, the service that is.
Pentru a observa comportamentul diferitelor specii care salasluiesc pe minunatele partii mioritice cel mai bine e sa te duci acolo unde acestea abunda, la coada la telescaun / cabina. Coada de la telescaunul din Valea Dorului din Sinaia parca are un caracter aparte. Datorita conformatiei unice, punctul de atractie maxima numit Cota 2000, reuseste sa separe eficient speciile de ante-partiasii de partiasi adevarati, in vale scurgandu-se sau rostogolindu-se numai acele exemplare ce poarta clapari. Veri lor apropiati, purtatorii de pantofi, se limiteaza sa inghete pana la defecare pe dumnealor la sus mentionata cota.
Observand cu atentie fauna am deslusit urmatoarele specii:
- Nebarbieritii - aceste specimene, cu predominanta masculi, au drept caracteristica generala posesia unei barbi de vre-o 2-3 zile ce ofera un aspect neingrijit dar totusi de mascul feroce. Cu varste in jur de 40 de ani, acestia trebuie neaparat sa fumeze tigari mentolate in timp ce asteapta la coada, ca de, sunt in aer liber. Vorbesc mult si neaparat tare si conduc jipane, lucru pe care il aflii, fara sa vrei, din zbieratele fratesti adresate altor specimene din aceiasi familie. O trasatura caracteristica este sociabilitatea excesiva, aceste specimene parand sa cunoasca orice casiera, chelenrita / chelneroi, tip de la telescaun. Din pacate, se pare ca rezistenta lor este scazuta, simtind nevoia sa se retraga la protectia jipanului imediat dupa ora 2.
- Echilibristii - acesti adevarati kamikaze ai partiilor risca fara sa clipeasca viata… celor din jur. Ii recunosti dupa stilul nesigur, viteza excesiva cu care se deplaseaza pe partie si lipsa betelor, considerate, probabil, inutile. Acest aspect le da si numele. Agitand mainile cu disperare, in timp ce incearca sa se redreseze si sa calce pe scafarlie vre-un nefericit care a facut greseala sa fie si el prin preajma, acestia seamana cu niste echilibristi.
- Grabitii - Sunt usor de recunoscut. Aceasta specie enervanta e un fel de gluma proasta. Din motive necunoscute, au tendinta sa se aproprie de coada de la telescaun cu viteza excesiva, oprindu-se numai in ultimul moment, improscand pe cei care s-au incolonat deja cu un nor de zapada. Motivul comportamentului este inca necunoscut insa unii presupun ca este strans legat de fenomenul balenelor care se arunca pe plaja. Altii sustin ca un defect genetic le creaza imposibilitatea sa-si dea seama cu exactitate de distante.
- Racaitorii - sunt acele personaje pitoresti care prefera snowboardul ca mijloc de deplasare pe partie. Acestia reprezinta prima faza de dezvoltare pentru specia hai-teci, ramura snowboarderi. Lipsiti de experienta, acesti tineri hai-teci se dezorienteaza usor, motiv pentru care ajung cu instrumenul din dotare perpedicular pe panta. Aparent, odata ajunsi in aceasta pozitie se blocheaza, parcurgand oricat a mai ramas din traseu asa. Din pacate, acest defect al speciei afecteaza intreaga fauna. Efectele comportamentului pot fi usor observate in portiunile mai abrupte, locuri care au tendinta sa il declanseze, si unde, ca rezultat al racaielii, gheata si pietroiele abunda. Din fericire, evolueaza repede. Iar uneori, nu toti ajung parte a speciei hai-tecilor.
- Hai-Tecii – Exista doua ramuri ale acestei specii – skiorii si sbowboarderii. Aparent neinruditi, acestia au stramosi comuni, materialul genetic fiind aproape identic. Ambele specii pot fi identificate dupa invelisul corporal strident, bineiteles de marca. Schiurile sau sbowboardurile sunt si ele stridente. Daca cei din jur nu observa echipamentul, acestia au grija sa comunice intre ei zgomotos pe aceasta tema. Partea buna e ca cei din jur sunt la curent cu preturile si tendintele din domeniu.
- Educatorii - Specimenele acestea sunt insotite constant de niste masochisti care vor si ei sa devina parte din tagma partiasilor. Nu se stie ce au educatorii cu invatacei lor dar dupa racnetele de genul “tine be mainile in fata, ce p&^% mea ti-am zis”, e clar ca exista o problema inte ei.
- Crescatorii - Sunt inruditi cu educatorii, insa exista diferente evidente. Adultii speciei sunt insotiti de unu sau mai multi tineri ai speciei. Copilasii, majoritatea purtatori de cagula, indiferent de conditiile meteo, se baga in fata la coada, calcand pe schiuri pe restul si strigand in gura mare “hai ma tata”. Adultii speciei isi motiveaza comportamentul cu vorbe de genul “ce ai mai, e si el copil”. Daca vre-un factor extern le afecteaza trista existenta atunci acestia zic ceva de genul “nu vezi mai ca e un copil aici”.
Bineinteles exista multe alte specii care populeaza partiile. Multe dintre ele evita punctul de atractie numita coada de la telescaun pe cat posibil, din acest motiv fiind greu de identificat. Aici, dragi cititori, e randul vostru sa spuneti ce specii ati identificat.
Just got this from a friend. Probably an known joke but it’s the first time I see it.
The Six Stages of Debugging
1. That can’t happen.
2. That doesn’t happen on my machine.
3. That shouldn’t happen.
4. Why does that happen?
5. Oh, I see.
6. How did that ever work?
How true this is, isn’t it? Para shared with me that he’s previous boss would say that that the most common phrase you will here from a programmer is – “It works on my machine”.
I dare you to proove this wrong 
.
discutie de pe messenger…cu o persoana care credeam eu ca are cat de cat cunostinte si experienta pe net
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webule: www.blogspot.com
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webule: sau wordpress.com
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eu*** ***fir: ?
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Un sfant din zilele noastre.
Via http://ateo.cz/ si @lkadi
Early one morning (this morning, to be exact) I woke up and wondered where can I find a gun, to shoot myself and spare me the trouble of getting out of bed. Rainy days have, sometimes, this effect on most of us, and this one had the effect of anti-coffee on me. But after a brief rethinking of the situation (10 minutes or so), decided to get out of bed. And away I went to work.
But while going down the stairs, there was a feeling that something was missing, a familiar noise, a presence… and then it dawned on me – it’s raining – but where are the pigeons?Oh, those pigeons. Cute little fluffy things, that poop all over the place and especially on freshly washed cars. You can set your watch by them. Every day, at the same hour, these descendants of T-Rex shit joyfully, waiting on one of my neighbors to feed them. Staring through the dirty glass, with their creepy eyes. But not today.
Cause today it’s raining (men). Today, the pigeons don’t want to get wet and die of pigeon pneumonia. So these little, cold feet creatures skip their beloved morning snack. And that’s why we are sleepy when it rains!
If you mist the incredible logic of the story above, here it goes again. When it rains – you get wet, when you get wet – you can get pneumonia and die in a pool of your own body fluids. So why go out and die when you can sit in your cave an wait for the rain to stop? But if you sit, you’d better use as little energy as possible, cause you ain’t eating.
Therefore, this is why I think most mammals are sleepy when it rains. To conserve energy.
I wonder who’s smarter, the damn pigeons, or me?
