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Today I finally took the time to have a look over GreaseMonkey. What I found odd was the apparent lack of "Hello World" samples or simple tutorials. I read the common pitfalls from the manual and I also skimmed through most of the manual, but I must admit that was a little bit boring.

It took me a lot more time than I initially expected to finish this novel, but I think it's better to read it slowly, over a longer period.

I was a bit reticent of writing about "One Hundred Years of Solitude", as it seemed quite unusual, at least compared to the other books that I've read. First of all, it reminded me of those texts from school, full of symbols and metaphors - and not that much action, where you had to pay attention to some details as they provided important clues for understanding the overall book.

After a break of roughly six months, I came across another excellent book by Pascal Bruckner, "My Little Husband" ("Mon Petit Mari"). It strongly resembles "The Divine Child", especially in style - very funny in some parts, but also quite deep.

Yesterday as I was browsing for a new Firefox theme (I ended up with Rein, I came across a screenshot which showed a very unusual screen from my favourite browser. Looks like there are some hidden "eggs" behind the "about:" URL prefix.

A few years ago I've came across this poem which really impressed me. It was in Solaris, though it probably was an odd combination. But I shall not bother the reader with any futile explanations, as the poem speaks very well by itself.

A different kind of flower, or so it seems. It's not the dry one that shines with purity, rather the soggy, heavy and weary one. But with all this, it still holds onto its vivid colours with dignity.

After struggling for a few hours, I've finally managed to pin point the cause of the "Certificate error. Contact the application developer" message that I was getting while trying to install a self made Java ME application on my Nokia E71 mobile phone.

I haven't been very active recently, especially with regard to photography. The last weeks were quite busy and hectic, but hopefully things will get back to normal soon. I find it very hard to focus on something when my life lacks any form of stability - it feels like everything that I do is completely without sense and chaotic.

As I was looking for a quote to accompany the photo, I became obsessed with the words "void", "zero". It was supposed to be something like - all of us have dreams, ambitions and desires - but what happens when they are fulfilled?