The Diamante of a lost Astronomer.

Yes, one of my favourite poetic forms.
And my listlessness.

Clouds.
Wispy and windy
Darkly covering, and deeply devouring
The moonless shining stars of the sunless dreamy night
The entropic light agitated and devoured into infinity and beyond
The sinless sparkling rain of the morning, shining silver.
Now deeply decimating and raucously eating
Sharp and silvery
Stars.

Computopia or something.

Suddenly something after a long time. I know.
Ramble. Rant et cetra

So. Today was a computer exhibition day. And I put up something I manage to type out in two days. Hah. Seeing the quality of exhibits, mine was rather compatible. Even if some fish comes and tells us that it "is no big deal to do it..."
Oh yes. I am not happy about this. However, I would like to see where his attitude goes when the School's website with my preoject goes online. Heh.

So... well... ahem.
THE PROJECT:
An interactive cartograph {The_One: "I have serious doubts about this word...". Alarond: "Put it in!"} of my school's campus. The user basically hovers his/her mouse over an area element {such as the main school building} and a javascript function shows a transparent preview of the image of that specific building. {Similar to the SnapShots thing I have here.}
The user clicks on it and he/she is transported to another page where a flash file loads a rather large picture of that building to be panned and zoomed by the user.

Quirky JS's peppered randomly.

THE TEAM:
Alarond: Teh mappist. Teh cartographer. Teh Guy Who Doodled.
The_One: Teh photographer. Teh photomanipulated. Teh Guy Who Had The Camera.
Prince Kazarelth {3rd person is sort of nice...}: Teh CodeLord {Err... CodePrince}. Teh HTML Cat. Teh Guy Who Knew HTML and Javascript.

THE SETTING-UP:
{Snatches of conversation as the Prince remembers... Edited and suitably modified for family viewing.}
Alarond: "Have you coded stuff yet?"
Me: "Err. Well... it's over. And now here me out. 'Computers are an integral part of our existence today... whether for browsing, gaming, spreadsheets or wracking our'-- don't you think 'blogging' should be added?"
Alarond (Haugtily) : "I wrote that speech."
Me (Riposte) : "So? I am speaking it."
The_One: "Err. I think this computer should be swapped. The power cords are--"
Me (Deliberately pronouncing each word's syllable) : "--In short... liv-ing a life to-day would-'ve been far less enj-oy-ab-le if not for this es-sen-tial com-mod-ity--"
Alarond: "Don't, man. It's alright. Remove the UPS plug and do it."
Me (Randomly): "Y'know. I think the word 'exist' is apt. I live for gaming... Oh... where was I?"
The_One: "No.. I mean. It would be unsafe. *Looks over at me* What are you blabbering?"
Me (Distractedly): "Wha--? Oh. Inaugural idiocy."
The_One (Amused): "You are doing the speech?"
Alarond (Indifferently): "He'll mess up. Duh."

(The rest of the setting up process has too many things to edit out. The essence could unfortunately not be squeezed out from the flowery language used.)

THE APPRECIATION and questions: {And the replies}
"Wow" {"Thank you"}
"Amazing" {"Thanks"}
"Er... what software did you use?" {"Notepad, Mozilla Composer... uh... Flash thing."}
"H'm... where did you download this from?" {"My brain. And parts from the internet"}
"Y'know... people have done this..." {"Oh. So you've seen this before? Good. Now disappear. You're unnecessarily polluting the space for other visitors."}
"Why did you do this?" {"Yuuzhan Vong hordes were battering my ship. The only way to escape was to do this."
"Does this have a game built into it?" {"Yes... click the mouse around each building to score points."}
"This does not look like a game..." {"Oh. No. It's a secret transmitting station linked with one of the old Iridium satellites. Isn't that cool?"}

THE MEET:
Ahem. Sharky had been invited.
And. We met.
And. We talked.
And. She threatened to kill me because I called her a "midget" [because she called me a 'tree'].
And. Lacuna Coil was mentioned.
And. Another death threat was posted.
And. Retreat happened.

THE SELF APPRECIATION
Alarond: "Let us do the Benhur drink-thing."
Me: "Err... we are enemies."
Alarond: "So what? They betray each other in the end, anyway."

The_One: "Amazing coding!"
Me: "Thank you.."

Me: "I pwn all."
Me: "So do I."

THE END
Uh. "Duh"?

Teh Photopost.

Photopost of the rains and what not... enjoy!



Incy Wincy Spider. by ~haryonkazarelth

Spiders are nice, Wanderer. They are very nice.

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The cat got stuck in the rain. by ~haryonkazarelth

Poor thing... Aww. It got stuck in the rain!
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The Lake by ~haryonkazarelth
The lake that I keep telling you all about...

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Rainy day part 1 by ~haryonkazarelth


Rainy day part 2 by ~haryonkazarelth


The rain outside... the calm inside.

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A mynah by ~haryonkazarelth

A Mynah checks itself after the downpour. It's beautiful.. isn't it?


A crow by ~haryonkazarelth

The poor crow got drenched... Aww.

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Spots on green by ~haryonkazarelth

Spots on a blade of grass. Aren't they pretty?

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And lastly...


Beauty in black and gold by ~haryonkazarelth

The excitement at what. {Also known as: the Prince has finally crossed the very thin line to insanity}

To hell with every one of you who don't think fountain pens are alluring and devastatingly gorgeous.


Yes. Fountain pens are very sexy.
Especially if you use a perfectly constructed specimen of black-and-gold beauty after an interim of three whole years. It seems you almost fall in love with it's striking *hotness*.

Yes! I rummaged through a large aluminium box to find my collection of pens.

Perseverance pays off, my dear Wanderer. It pays off quite well. After a long and hard struggle with the Box [Which included eleven bruises of varying redness and six dents of varying sizes on each duellist’s side. {One bruise by an extra nudge on the box + bruise resulting in angry reply to dent the box = two bruises + one dent} – {the last missing bruise on the author’s skin is attributed to sensibility on author’s part – he used a large kitchen appliance to dent said piece of metal. Severely.} And a good deal of cries and clonks defining anger, pain, victory or plain stupidity from both tormentor and tormented {who is who… is negotiable. *Ahem*}], I finally found the treasure. THE TREASURE! I tell you. So many, deadly, instruments of writing within my grasp.

I take the best pick. The ebon bodied beauty with a gold nib.

Makes you feel like a megalomaniac. Makes you jump with glee every time ink blots suddenly adorn your rather beautiful-looking handwriting. Makes you whoop for joy when you run out of ink and have to refill. Makes you forget everything but the Pen, and the Paper, and you and the table.

Makes you write a blog-post on paper. Just because you loved writing all of this down.

Makes you dream with your eyes glued firmly to the figurine of singular beauty {*}.

And what where the first words written after the first refill?

"Kiss your torturer."

*Grins manically*

{Good heavens! I am transforming into something so... dangerously insane!}

Eight things.

Lucid Darkness tagged me. Thank you very much Jedi. It was appreciated and highly commended. [/sarcasm]

And so, here it is. The topic of the tag is
EIGHT SIMPLE THINGS ABOUT ME.
{Things like these are not simple. I am a simple person, but describing me simply is hard, simply because it’s me. So…}



A note: A few points are basically the same as LD’s. So I shall not repeat them, except one. {The points are : 1, 2, 3, 4, 6 {Yes. I have to, too.}, and 7}

1.) I am a narcissistic, self centred, egomaniacal, arrogant lunatic. And, I am proud of this.

2.) (This follows the first point) I don’t give half a damn about most humans.

3.) I am a dreamer, and so I like fantasy, science fiction and RPGs.

4.) I love chocolates. So much so that I refuse my best friends point-blank when requested for a piece. I have a murky fetish {Yes. I did use that word.} for dark, bitter chocolate.

5.) I have a severe obsession with kisses, and lips. {Yes. You may leave now.}

6.) I am a Sadomasochist. I am very, very conceited of this. You may definitely stop coming to this blog. I couldn’t care less. The masochistic part has a lot to do with the words "Mistress", "Whip", and "Slave".

7.) I am excessively reckless.

8.) I am love with my blog and my writings. With the blogosphere, in general too. I don’t know what I would’ve been now if not for this blog. It has shaped me into this… form. And, I love it.



And I tag...

PP; Devanshi; and Aas