Monday, November 27, 2006

Zlad - Supersonik Elektronic

This is a really funny and wacky music video I have found.

And the lyrics to the song are:

Hey baby wake up from your a sleep
We have arrived onto the future
And the whole world is become....

Elektronik, Supersonik,
Supersonik, Elektronik,

Hey baby ride with me away,
We doesn't have much time,
My blue jeans is tight,
So onto my love rocket, climb,
Inside tank of fuel is not fuel, but love,
Above us, there is nothing above,
but the stars, above

All systems gone!
Prepare for downcount!

5....4....3....1! Off blast!

Fly away, my space rocket,
You no need put money in my pocket
The door is closed I just lock it,
(Ha) I put my (Ha) port plug in your socket (Ha Ha Ha)

The sonic sky is bright like fire
You and me gets higher and higher
Cut communication wire
Only thing can stop us is flat tire

Ha, Ha, Ha Ha Ha Ha

Hey love crusaider
I want to be your space invader
For you I will decend the deepest moon crater
I is more stronger than Darth Vapour
Obey me I is your new dictator
For you is Venus, I am Mars
With you I is more richer than all the tzars
Make a wishes on a shooting stars
Then for you I will play on my cosmic guitars!

Ladies and Gentlemen
Fasten your beltseats
We has commenced our decent
I trust you enjoy this flight
As much as you enjoy this accent

Now back on Earth its time for downsplash
Into sea of eternal glory my spaceship crash
People have arrived for cheer me from near and far
And as I float I open door and shout
"I am worlds biggest, washed-up superstar!"

(Supersonik, Elektronik)

As for sure as the sun rises in the west
Of all the seas and all the boats I am the bestest
come, let me put ring of Jupiter on your finger
Then like a smell around you I will forever linger
Ok, is time for end, no more will I sang
Let me take you back in time,
I want for you to experience big bang

Long live space race
Long live, Molvania

About Molvania:

Friday, November 24, 2006


Look at the stars...
So beautiful, so far away.
You can look at them,
but you can't touch them...
They're like our dreams...

The above poem was written a very long time ago, around the end of the 80s. It was a very bad time for me personally, so the poem reflects my depressive mood of the time.

Light and Shadow

All there is: light and shadow
And there between them
there you stand
with your miserable life
trying to find something
And you run, your life is running.

The above poem was written a very long time ago, around the end of the 80s. It was a very bad time for me personally, so the poem reflects my depressive mood of the time.


Why have I to be alone
Why can't they understand
Why should I listen to them

I'm standing on my own
but I have to subscribe
I don't want to, but they say I have to

Why should I listen to them
Why should I do what they do
Why can't I live like I want

I'm always on my own
and music is loud
but they don't like it

Why do you want to hurt me
Why life is a nightmare
Why are you so cruel

Everyone stands on his own
Few can be friends
Few want to help

The above poem was written a very long time ago, around the end of the 80s. It was a very bad time for me personally, so the poem reflects my depressive mood of the time.


When I'm alone
I like to dream
Music is loud
Everyone dreams
And everyone says
"Don't dream,
Dreams are for children."
Are they really?

The above poem was written a very long time ago, around the end of the 80s. It was a very bad time for me personally, so the poem reflects my depressive mood of the time.

Thursday, November 23, 2006


In the dark, a light
In the dark, a small light
Making me hope:
"No more eternal darkness"
Darkness surrounds me
and the light is the one that makes me go on
I try to reach it
I try to follow it
When I'm almost there,
When I'm near the light
It moves away
And my hopes vanish
In the eternal darkness...

The above poem was written a very long time ago, around the end of the 80s. It was a very bad time for me personally, so the poem reflects my depressive mood of the time.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Japanese Sign

The following photograph was taken in Japan, at a wharf on the Lake Ashi, on the feet of Mount Fuji. I was with my tourist group, and we were waiting to take the boat for a small cruise on the Lake. The date the photograph was taken is August 15, 2006.

Tuesday, November 21, 2006


In the night
I awake
The moon is my sun
The sun my death
Blood my life

By day
In deep slumber I lay
By night
Innocent blood I take

A stake in my heart
My deepest fear
My ecstasy

Mortal days
In my past
Endless nights
Await me

This poem was written on Friday, 17 January 2003

Crunching Numbers...

In 1999, a Distributed Computing Project, SETI@Home opened and let computers and people from all over the world try to help in the Search for Extra-Terrestrial Intelligence. The project became a huge success with a lot of people, even those who have little experience with computers.

The main idea behind this project was the fact that there are billions of computers connected or with connection capabilities to the internet, which can be used to process data for projects such as SETI. Most computers remain idle and are not used for long periods of time, so their processing capabilities at such times can be used. This gives the projects huge amounts of processing power.

The SETI@Home project was a huge success and people volunteered that unused processing power to help the project. Seeing the success of SETI, more projects have come online and nowadays through the use of a Distributed Computing Client more than one projects can be run at the same time.

The Distributed Computing Client is called BOINC and can be found here:, along with information on said client, information on available projects and more.

Before I continue talking about Distributed Computing and projects, I will take a moment to explain some of the terms used by the people who donate their PC's processing power to such projects. First of all, WU or WorkUnit is the chunk of data that a computer downloads and processes. Crunching Numbers refers to the processing of such data, since all the computer does is actually process numbers, and providinbg a result for each WorkUnit.

Continuing our discussion, the Distributed Computer Projects have been so successful, that even from the very start people started having contests and competitions as to who would crunch the most data, who would process that number of WUs first, etc. As a result, people started also forming teams and informal contests and competitions started arising between the various teams, but also between members of the same team. There is no prize to whomever wins and there are really no losers in these unofficial games. The winners are always the projects!

You will notice that on right hand side of the blog, I have put the statistics for my projects, and those for my team. This is a way of me saying that it doesn't matter whether you can crunch 10 WUs per day or just one every week, what matters is that you help in those projects that you are interested in. I also am proud of the work that I am doing in that department and the work my team puts in.

The statistics for users and teams of such projects can be found at the BOINC Statistics site.

My team is called "The Knights Who Say Ni!" and I chose the team because everyone is a serious lunatic and madman or madwoman. If you are interested in any distributed computing projects and are a bit (or more) of a looney (bin or not) then come and look at The Knights Who Say Ni!

Friday, November 17, 2006

This blog...

Good evening everyone!

This blog is the second blog I make. The first one is in the Greek language, however I wanted a blog in English as well. This will be mostly for anything that catches my "eye".

For those who can read greek, they can visit my greek blog named The Dark Side of the Force and Other Stories.

Enjoy everyone.

Judging chili...

The following story I found and copied from the forum of The Knights who say Ni!
I found it quite funny and publishing it here, on my new blog.

The notes are from an inexperienced chili taster named Frank, who was visiting from Springfield , IL .

Frank: "Recently, I was honored to be selected as a judge at a chili cooking contest. The original person called in sick at the last moment and I happened to be standing there at the judge's table asking for directions to the Coors Light truck, when the call came in. I was assured by the other two judges (native Texans) that the chili wouldn't be all that spicy and,besides, they told me I could have free beer during the tasting, so I accepted."

Here are the scorecards from the event: (Frank is Judge #3)

Chili # 1 Eddie's Maniac Monster Chili...

Judge # 1 -- A little too heavy on the tomato. Amusing kick.
Judge # 2 -- Nice, smooth tomato flavor. Very mild.
Judge # 3 -- (Frank) What the hell is this stuff?! You could remove dried paint from your driveway. Took me two beers to put out the flames. I hope that's the worst one. These Texans are crazy!

Chili # 2 Austin 's Afterburner Chili...

Judge # 1 -- Smoky, with a hint of pork. Slight jalapeno tang.
Judge # 2 -- Exciting BBQ flavor; needs more peppers to be taken seriously.
Judge # 3 -- Keep this out of the reach of children. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to taste besides pain. I had to wave off two people who wanted to give me the Heimlich maneuver. They had to rush in more beer when they saw the look on my face.

Chili # 3 Ronny's Famous Burn Down the Barn Chili...

Judge # 1 -- Excellent firehouse chili. Great kick. Needs more beans.
Judge # 2 -- A beanless chili, a bit salty, good use of peppers.
Judge # 3 -- Call the EPA. I've located a uranium spill. My nose feels like I have been snorting Drano. Everyone knows the routine by now. Get me more beer before I ignite. Barmaid pounded me on the back, now my backbone is in the front part of my chest. I'm getting pie-eyed from all of the beer...

Chili # 4 Dave's Black Magic...

Judge # 1 -- Black bean chili with almost no spice. Disappointing.
Judge # 2 -- Hint of lime in the black beans. Good side dish for fish, or other mild foods; not much of a chili.
Judge # 3 -- I felt something scraping across my tongue, but was unable to taste it. Is it possible to burn out taste buds? Sally, the barmaid, was standing behind me with fresh refills. That 300-lb. woman is starting to look HOT...just like this nuclear waste I'm eating! Is chili an aphrodisiac?

Chili # 5 Lisa's Legal Lip Remover...

Judge # 1 -- Meaty, strong chili. Cayenne peppers freshly ground, adding considerable kick. Very impressive.
Judge # 2 -- Chili using shredded beef, could use more tomato. Must admit the cayenne peppers make a strong statement.
Judge # 3 -- My ears are ringing, sweat is pouring off my forehead, and I can no longer focus my eyes. I farted and four people behind me needed paramedics. The contestant seemed offended when I told her that her chili had given me brain damage. Sally saved my tongue from bleeding by pouring beer directly on it from the pitcher. I wonder if I'm burning my lips off. It really pisses me off that the other judges asked me to stop screaming. Screw those rednecks.

Chili # 6 Pam's Very Vegetarian Variety....

Judge # 1 -- Thin, yet bold vegetarian variety chili. Good balance of spices and peppers.
Judge # 2 -- The best yet. Aggressive use of peppers, onions, and garlic. Superb.
Judge # 3 -- My intestines are now a straight pipe filled with gaseous, sulphuric flames. I pooped on myself when I farted and I'm worried it will eat through the chair! No one seems inclined to stand behind me anymore. I need to wipe my butt with a snow cone.

Chili # 7 Carla's Screaming Sensation Chili...

Judge # 1 -- A mediocre chili with too much reliance on canned peppers.
Judge # 2 -- Ho-hum; tastes as if the chef literally threw in a can of chili peppers at the last moment. **I should take note that I am worried about judge # 3. He appears to be in a bit of distress, as he is cursing uncontrollably.
Judge # 3 -- You could put a grenade in my mouth, pull the pin, and I wouldn't feel a thing. I've lost sight in one eye, and the world sounds like it is made of rushing water. My shirt is covered with chili, which slid unnoticed out of my mouth. My pants are full of lava to match my shirt. At least during the autopsy, they'll know what killed me. I've decided to stop breathing; it's too painful. Screw it; I'm not getting any oxygen anyway. If need air, I'll just suck it in through the 4-inch hole in my stomach.

Chili # 8 Karen's Toenail Curling Chili....

Judge # 1 -- The perfect ending, this is a nice blend chili. Not too bold, but spicy enough to declare its existence.
Judge # 2 -- This final entry is a good, balanced chili. Neither mild,nor hot. Sorry to see that most of it was lost when
Judge # 3 farted, passed out, fell over, and pulled the chili pot down on top of himself. Not sure if he's going to make it. Poor fella, wonder how he'd have reacted to really hot chili?