I have really, really never imagined that my life would become that boring coding-wise after school starting again. There is almost nothing to tell since the last post. I’ve worked a bit more on the raytracer but eventually decided that I should sacrifice completeness over finishing my senior paper I was writing it for, since everything I wanted to put into the paper was already in the codebase. So I finished it: right now it’s 10/11 pages long and contains a lot of matrix math, etc. and no direct code at all - even the description of the inner-workings of a raytracer is held very generic, so that hopefully even my math teacher, who doesn’t know programming languages very well (- she probably only knows Basic or Pascal), will understand it.
You can find the current version of the senior paper here, but be warned, it is written in German, so you might only be interested in it, if you know German or like looking at cool formulas and proofs.
I won’t upload the raytracer right now, since it isn’t finished yet.
What else can I tell you? Well, if my coding life hasn’t been very productive - to put it more accurately my fish almost died of boredom - my other life (you could call it “social life”, but I’m not sure about how correct that would be..) has been exceptionally busy: I broke my other wrist, too, and had to run around with a cast for the last three weeks. My birthday was also in the beginning of October and my birthday party, too :)
The aftermath of it is still frightening me, but first things first. Since a good friend of mine has the same birthdate as I, we decided to celebrate together. We rented a few room, invited about 70 people and hoped for the best. Thank god, only about 40 came, but the party was still pretty wild and many bottles of beers broke..
The rooms were rented from the Red Cross, but we didn’t know that the actual owner of the house was the next-door neighbour. He apparently came over two times during the night to tell people that were outside to be quieter, but he didn’t talk to us, and only on the third time he asked for us and threatened to call the police if we don’t leave his house, yadda yadda. A nice ending for an otherwise good party.
It came worse: The guy from the Red Cross was woken up by the owner early morning and was angry, too. Normally we would have had another 10 hours to clean the rooms and give everything a polished look again, but he retured way too early, looked at everything and gave me a pretty bad time. Not that I cared much, I didn’t drink a lot that night: being in the kitchen preparing pizzas, mopping away spilled beer and taking responsibility usually leaves you sober. Additionally I didn’t sleep one minute and being in such a zen-like state of mind, the guy could have mutated into a twenty-headed hydra and I wouldn’t have been surprised. If he had exploded into pieces, I may have applauded, but of course only because of my dark sense of humour.
Needless to say that we lost the 100 Euros we paid as bond, but if you think it can’t come worse, so did I. The universe always finds new ways to catch us off guard. The owner also had a Porsche, of course, which he very, very cleverly parked right in front of the party location. It was one of those free, not secured parking lots and in the next morning he saw that someone had stuffed an empty pack of cigarettes into his exhaust.
I don’t know who did that, or whether the person was invited to the
party, or had been to that party, but the owner was pretty omniscient
about everything - not that he had actually seen anything but he
“knew”. Well, it seems you gotta know your rights very well in
this land, else you’re fucked. He threatened to beat me up, if I don’t
remove that pack of cigarettes from his exhaust pipe immediately and
told me that he’d send the car to the Porsche shop and have the
mechanics look all over it and send us the bill for it regardless
whether something was broken or not. A nice gentleman. Especially if
common sense tells you that a Porsche engine probably could blow out
anything that is in the exhaust pipe with such a speed that it could
kill a cat or baby. But ok, nothing against that. We
apologized to everyone for everything and weather and bought some nice
please-forgive-and-forget-us gifts and hoped that it would be over now.
Last we asked someone at the Red Cross, they told us that the Porsche
was gone for a couple of days…
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