Nerd's Paradise

Have you ever heard somebody saying "I am not that technical"? I am, on the other hand not that functional...Come to think about it - I am quite dysfunctional! So, I created my fantasy world - Nerds' Paradise!

Nerds' Paradise was the nickname of

Articles in salon.com and in Forbes describe why (and I liked Fry's Experience as well). But this is not about them - it's about my games with computers. So, you may enter at your risk, but doing so may cause you browser to crash or worse!

The primary source of divination is, of course, . You can host your gallery on your site as well. Feel free to get the latest nightly build here or visit official site for stable versions and more information. I joined this project in early 2005 and got hooked. You should too!

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• MySQL and PHP documentation (DHTML, a little more user-friendly than in the docs)
• Perl Form page
• Perl test pages - Environment dumper, Generated header or Cookie

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Get all the current info on SCO legal ramblings at GrokLaw... But be careful - this site is really addictive! And it covers way more than just SCO - or more than just Open Source, for that matter! There is an amazing article about Nadezhda Mandelshtam's memoirs. There is even an English translation of the famous poem:

We live not sensing the country beneath us,
What we say can't be heard ten paces away,
and where there's a chance to half open our mouths
The Kremlin crag-dweller stands in the way.

His thick fingers are like fat worms.
He laughs through his bushy cockroach mustache,
And the polish on his boots shines.

All around him are the riff-raff of thick-skinned party leaders.
He plays the half-humans with favours.
Forging edict after edict like so many horseshoes
Shooting some in the forehead, others in the chest, the eye, the groin.

Every day there is an execution -
To our broadchested Georgian,
It's like picking raspberries.

Мы живем под собою не чуя страны,
Наши речи за десять шагов не слышны,
А где хватит на полразговорца, -
Там помянут кремлевского горца.

Его толстые пальцы, как черви, жирны,
И слова, как пудовые гири, верны,
Тараканьи смеются усища,
И сияют его голенища.

А вокруг его сброд толстокожих вождей,
Он играет услугами полулюдей.
Как подковы кует за указом указ -
Кому в лоб, кому в бровь, кому в пах, кому в глаз.

Что ни казнь у него, то малина
И широкая грудь осетина.

And you think it's just a geeky site, huh! So, you've been warned!