Shadowlessness, and how it feels.
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land…
What can I say more than that?
yzt: How about walking on a rope across the Niagara falls? Blindfolded, and in a storm!
Parsa: I just want to say thanks, I learned a lot of useful stuffs reading "Fun with C++" posts! Hail to you!!!
yzt: Thanks and welcome. But I'm too old for that shit now!
Aidin: Shine on
GSD: About Niagara, take me a cane, i will across
amin: As you keep writing awful things like "27 hours of programming", I really miss that "Fun ..."
spy: hi there! i need youre agreement to publish the garshasp's picture on wikipedia english and persian page on my article about this game in french, can [...]
;d: I've heard you follow "bad" programmers with a shotgun! LOL!
Hamed: Hello, I would like to know if you are still developing the Mage engine and also where can I get the latest updates and news [...]
C++ Programmer: با سلام. من بازی شما را دیدم و لذت بردم. وقتی آن را با بازی های مطرح دنیا مقایسه می کنم می بینم که آن ها [...]
yzt: Well, no one is working on Cubewars for now, and the source code was never open, IIRC.
yzt: I had a hiccup on my blog due to a botched auto-update script. Thanks to my friend ard for letting me know.
yzt: Steve Jobs died. Dennis Ritchie died. May the Random Number Gods save Donald Knuth!
What kind of an idiot am I that I rate my own post at only one?
Here’s the complete lyrics:
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking.
He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can’t be precise
He’s chained forever to a world that’s departed
It’s not enough, it’s not enough.
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls…
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be.
There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words,
Of promises broken…