<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:20:57.246+03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tales of a strange man</title><subtitle type='html'>Join Adi Ron in his mind-blowing, incredible, wonderful, great, excellent, kick-ass, teasing, washing, dicing, slicing and cracking advantures of exploring human behaviour with deal of humor all for the same price.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108367361077460718</id><published>2004-05-04T15:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T15:30:47.513+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They're all made of the same matter!&lt;br /&gt;All of them. Not one I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things that need to be remembered by all of you:&lt;br /&gt;1. Emotions are inferior. Emotions no more.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yell at more people, no matter how much you need their assistance or depend on them.&lt;br /&gt;3. Extra Meditation.&lt;br /&gt;4. 200 years to the apocalypse. Make people understand that.&lt;br /&gt;5. Humans seem to like annoying one another. Ignore those.&lt;br /&gt;6. The legacy of the human race is inferior. There is no need to become one with the prime beasts and mate.&lt;br /&gt;7. I am a superior creature. I do not need any other beings with me.&lt;br /&gt;8. Medications are bad.&lt;br /&gt;9. Alcohol reduces the drinker's abilities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108367361077460718?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108367361077460718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108367361077460718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108367361077460718' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108171937735427256</id><published>2004-04-12T00:36:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T00:40:09.793+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;protest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I]&lt;br /&gt;The Human kind is a very complicated race. Why seperate thoughts from actions and words? Why can't we all say and do what we all want to? Is it because we may loose our place in the society?&lt;br /&gt;If so.&lt;br /&gt;It's no surprise.&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[II]&lt;br /&gt;Something is blocking my mind. I am unclear and disoriented lately, what a fresh start for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;ronsholi@barak-online.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108171937735427256?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108171937735427256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108171937735427256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108171937735427256' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108152686559858243</id><published>2004-04-09T19:07:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T01:43:30.483+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;melee&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[I]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I compare myself to all sorts of characters, and see they are much like me.. Much like me, but with a twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's say Sun Green from Greendale.&lt;br /&gt;We do both critisise our serroundings, though in diffrent ways. In fact my dream is to chain myself somewhere and shout what I want to say through a megaphone. That's why Sun Green is more a version of what I want to be, rather than a reflection of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe T'pol (Star-Trek Enterprise watchers be warned - there are a few spoilers here!).&lt;br /&gt;She has her own peace of mind. She is a discplined person. And she sometimes breaks up, like in Harbinger, with Tucker. And in Impulse - when she was effected by the disease on the vulcan vessel (I think it was a disease, but I'm not sure).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why there are only femine characters who remind me of myself, but at least there are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[II]&lt;br /&gt;What a piece of work is man.&lt;br /&gt;What an animal is the human kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it.&lt;br /&gt;[III]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[IV]&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share a story with you. It is about a friend of mine. Or at least someone who used to be my friend, I'm not sure if I want him by my side now.&lt;br /&gt;His designation witll be "Myrmadon".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used to be good friends back in elementry school. We used to do almost everything togather, we were unbreakable almost. We never had a fight, or an argument, none that I recall.&lt;br /&gt;In the 7th grade he decided he wants to be a part of the "freaks" community. We both liked metal music, but only he found the idea interesting.&lt;br /&gt;Then he found himself some new friends in the community... that was fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the 8th grade he started getting distant, we weren't as close as we were. He started hanging arround with some people I didn't personaly liked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lately got busted with 300 gram of Marijuana. I recall him telling me once "I'll never touch anything like it! Not even a cigarrete!". If only I pushed him in the right direction and gave him a course correction from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will that change the fact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[V]&lt;br /&gt;There's a tip for you, readers :&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you tell someone to do something make sure you know what you want that person to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom keeps asking me - "why don't you go to the movies with 'Xhi'?" "Why don't you and 'Xhi' go somewhere?" and all sorts of questions like this one. I tried to explain that it might annoy 'Diamond'.&lt;br /&gt;Then she got very nosey about that day so I got back to my room ASAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I ever recieve emails from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ronsholi@barak-online.net"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108152686559858243?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108152686559858243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108152686559858243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108152686559858243' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108146196343823301</id><published>2004-04-09T01:06:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T01:09:52.250+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just reminding you that my blog was not meant to harm anyone. It simply is my creative way of expressing myself. Please, tell me if any of the content here harmed you in any way.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108146196343823301?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108146196343823301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108146196343823301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108146196343823301' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108146182895152909</id><published>2004-04-09T01:03:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T01:07:57.796+03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;critter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now you all should be dead. (see my last post)&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me or nobody actualy reads my blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships have been developing with 'Lambda' (from "Affinity and Affection"). This is definetly not going to work, and will make me feel bad about myself later.&lt;br /&gt;But again - I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reasons go more-or-less like this:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'll be leaving this country anyways. It'd sure make me feel bad if I leave this place with the feeling I screwed up everyone.&lt;br /&gt;2. People will make a big deal out of it.&lt;br /&gt;3. My gramma's not gonna like her! (Like she would care)&lt;br /&gt;4. Not usualy in my reach.&lt;br /&gt;5. Demographic reasons. Can't be specific, other people's privacy. &lt;br /&gt;6. Does things without a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;7. Too obeysive.&lt;br /&gt;8. Isn't a music fan as I am.&lt;br /&gt;9. And last - doesn't understand anything of my Linux crap.&lt;br /&gt;This line is really untypical for me - but how often do I get such possiblities?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh I hate this stupid dog/goat! Even though I go to sleep every night at about 0300 or 0200 - I still have to take her down to shit sometime between 0700-0800 or it won't leave me!&lt;br /&gt;It's really a nightmare on three and another lame one ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about opening up a new blog here. Not an ordinary one, a story that will continue every day. It'd be - you guessed it - sci-fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you email me sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ronsholi@barak-online.net"&gt;email me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108146182895152909?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108146182895152909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108146182895152909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108146182895152909' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108128645523532075</id><published>2004-04-06T23:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:24:41.030+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;fallback&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most annoying things in planning social events yourself is not getting there yourself. Because after you pulled the strings, informed people, coordinated between them and put your heart into it - you found yourself without a way of getting there.&lt;br /&gt;The worse thing is that people came because they knew you will but when they see you're not they'll have a hard time there and be very disappointed. After that they'll blame you or find you not trustworthy. If they hate you enough they had a bad time there they'll even call you a liar (or if that's their nature).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope that's not going to happen with me after I pulled all the strings needed and pushed people into it well enough, I could come there &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;70% of the people there won't even care while the other 30% will just prefer me being there but won't start shooting people just because I couldn't make it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, my cousin left his stupid dog here for about 6 days. This dog is one of the most goat-like dogs I have ever seen. In fact - it is almost a miniaturized version of a goat!&lt;br /&gt;It even has a very very scary name.. you will start shaking right after you hear the name... FLUFFY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the only thing I care of is not to be seen outside with this stupid dog/goat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write emails OR DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ronsholi@barak-online.net&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108128645523532075?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108128645523532075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108128645523532075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108128645523532075' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108120045747515248</id><published>2004-04-05T23:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T23:31:21.796+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ritual&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with people now? Since when they became religious? Of course - it's passover - the holiday that reminds us how we pissed off the egyptians once back then.&lt;br /&gt;And about those Matzas... Hell with those matzas. Why couldn't cacamim change the definition of matzas to something more similar to pizza? Or at least make them a kind of bread! Noooo we have to eat dry-breadlike square white things that can't even break as they are supposed to..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kosher or not? I don't care! Have you ever seen a place where a minority control the lives of the other parts of society? That's the israely way of doing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's make ourselves a holiday. Something like "UNIX day" or "Music day" could be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suggest alternative holidays at :: &lt;strong&gt;ronsholi@barak-online.net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the &lt;em&gt;source&lt;/em&gt; be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108120045747515248?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108120045747515248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108120045747515248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108120045747515248' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108111239178062822</id><published>2004-04-04T22:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T23:03:34.246+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;bliss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why, but I'm down, my muscles are all strached and my brother formated my harddrive. I really don't feel like posting anything right now.&lt;br /&gt;Cheer me up - &lt;strong&gt;ronsholi&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;barak-online&lt;/strong&gt; dot &lt;strong&gt;net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108111239178062822?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108111239178062822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108111239178062822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108111239178062822' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108101281837818202</id><published>2004-04-03T19:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T19:23:59.793+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;affinity and affection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, I get to spill my heart somewhere else but the internet. Friday night was an excellent oppretunity to do so, thanks to my cousine who made me leave the warmth of my house for a minute or two.&lt;br /&gt;My cousine - which from now on will be called as "Norman" with a few of his friends - "Diamond", "Lambda", "Eno", "Sial", "Ishindar", "Blackbox" and "Xhi" (from an obvious cause, I cannot state names without permissions). It all started at 2100 hours. Why not at 2000 or 1900 for god's sake? We all went to see this new movie "Starsky and Huch". Judging the friends I tried to see where my place is. Diamond and Xhi both seem like a couple, they came as a saparate group in fact - and most of the time was a saparate group, I don't like it, they're not for me. Ishindar was nice, but still I failed to recognize this as my place there alongside with Blackbox. Lambda - she talks too much and she is a bit paranoid, but I don't mind. She's rather short. Almost like a 5th grade student, but so does Xhi. Alright, that's fine with me, I seemed to find my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the mess of who stays in line to buy tickets and who handles the money buisness we decided to recieve the change later on. (Vital information)&lt;br /&gt;The movie was bad. With all the respect to the '70s.&lt;br /&gt;Deciding to recieve the change later was a mistake. I recieved only half than what I was supposed to. I'm not disappointed because of the money, but the problems that it caused. Everybody started shouting at each other instead of trying to figure it out somehow. Such ilogical things drive me crazy, why couldn't they take a piece of paper instead of shouting like angry Klingons? &lt;br /&gt;I couldn't take it anymore. I simply went to the corner to calm down. Now who was the only one who did care about me? Lambda of course. Now I could really use someone to make me forget it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid that if I keep on typing from here I might harm other people's privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ronsholi&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;barak-online&lt;/strong&gt; dot &lt;strong&gt;net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108101281837818202?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108101281837818202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108101281837818202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108101281837818202' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108083706586614817</id><published>2004-04-01T22:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T22:48:18.810+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;tools of the trade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the only food I have left in the house right now is a box of beans (and I'm sick of beans), Iv'e had to go to somewhere else to just to munch something. And so I found myself sitting at the se table with my brother, my grandmother and some aunt I have never heard of eating pasta. This aunt Iv'e never heard of came from england or something because she is married to a guy who builds his muscles and walks arround without underpants the whole day. This guy sure sounds like a blonde version of Al Bandy (from "Married with children", remember?).&lt;br /&gt;One hour of trying to figure out why her laptop is working like crap and so on. I wasted one hour of my life just to understand that Mr. Bandy was surfing to porn sites -- probably more than one judging by the vast amount of spyware and junk on the laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can be sure you will keep it quiet, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to share a few of my creations with you. It is a pet penguin you can raise on your desktop! It is currently avialable only on Linux, but a Visual Basic version for Windows will follow soon. You'll just have to wait for SourceForge to approve my membership. It's gonna be great, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more I see interviews with Topher Grace (Eric from "That '70s Show") the more I see we are very similar. No, he's not so diffrent from the role he does in That '70s Show. If I had the time I'd post some links to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to email me -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ronsholi&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;barak-online&lt;/strong&gt; dot &lt;strong&gt;net&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be happy to post your comments here if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108083706586614817?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108083706586614817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108083706586614817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108083706586614817' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108075302460462513</id><published>2004-03-31T19:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:53:00.920+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;sovereign's aggression&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today (00:50. That considers today) I had an encounter with someone who used to be my friend but from some reason decided that I am "wrong" about my opinions about god. So I thought it should be a good place to clarify what I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet that at least eighty percent of the people who read the blog (if any but me) believe in god of some kind. Among the ones who do believe nearly all of them if not all of them - come from religious families.&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line - education is above anything else. If your parents told you to believe in god most chances you will. Don't ask me why, but those people act like missioner all the way: they tell me to believe in god and they speak about god all the time even without noticing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what if I don't want to believe that something is controlling the world?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, of course, they'll get mad and keep annoying you about it. I want to think I'm an individual, OK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point where things go bad is when they do false movies about it, they make music out of it, they have their choirs (which I couldn't understand why are they related to god), they kill people for god and they waste Sunday mornings just for god. I wouldn't even do so many things for my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of talking about it. Don't start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also that night I finally upgraded my kernel from the 2.4 branch to 2.6. 2.6 was just released and we already have a 2.6.5 prepatch.... This Torvalds guy works fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gotta teach me his methods....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day, and may the source be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108075302460462513?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108075302460462513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108075302460462513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108075302460462513' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6699528.post-108068555513322101</id><published>2004-03-31T00:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T00:42:53.403+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Prelude to a strange man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the first thing that comes into your mind is "why strange? I eat onion and peanut butter, so what makes you special?". &lt;br /&gt;What makes me special? Well... Nothing much. We're both made of matter, we both breath more or less the same air and we sit more or less in front of the same machine reading and writing such posts. &lt;br /&gt;Do YOU sit in one place all day long? I do. Do you listen to both Tom Waits and dIRE sTRAITS, well, I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second is about the design of the site. Rather simplistic, don't you think? That's for the people who simply prefer viewing the internet through Lynx or other text-based browsers. Or even people who use processors you have never heard of (Alpha, Mipsel SPARC and PPC :P). Another reason for the lack of actual design is that a certain design implies consistency. Since human beings (especially me) are inconsistent with themselves,I don't want a non-simplistic design. &lt;br /&gt;It's all symbolic...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I am really looking forward to Copenhagen, Denmark. (I currently live in Israel). I am planning everything as if I will fly away the next day. I try to learn a few words in Danish from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong - it's not that I hate this place so much, not really. Israel is actually beautiful, only that we have a minority who blows up everywhere and a prime minister who steals money. Israel is the only place where we have both sides trying to achieve a certain target but they fail each other instead of helping each other (known as Bibi vs. Peretz).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now just to be clear - I'm not religious. Why not? I have enough reasons. The main reason, and in fact my worst is about the second world war. How could so many die BECAUSE of their religion? Where was god when they needed it? My other reason, that I don't reveal too much is that simply I don't want to believe there is a force above me. I want to think I am an individual (which I am not, it is counter-proven by the chaos theory).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any comments about my posts, even bad ones, send to my email address&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ronsholi&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;barak-online&lt;/strong&gt; dot &lt;strong&gt;com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6699528-108068555513322101?l=strange-man.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108068555513322101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6699528/posts/default/108068555513322101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://strange-man.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108068555513322101' title=''/><author><name>Adi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17466164448200507481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
