Digital Wanderer

Today I decided to test my endurance, and decided to walk to a shop 3 km away. I wrapped myself up like an onion. Long johns, as one should, and my favourite yellow sweater by Yves Saint Laurent. Only I had no gloves, gave them to a chick for New Year.
And off I trudged through the frost. -30, 85% and 12 metres per second. But it was fun, and if you smear your face with camel fat, even the wind is no bother. So I conclude from this that one can live in Norilsk at minus 37 and humidity up to a hundred. At first it pounds you, but then you get used to it. I walked with my head held proudly high, while everyone else trotted along, timidly pinning back their ears and prancing.
And at the supermarket there was a s ale: "In dreadful cold, from the heart, forever", and hungry crowds on a Friday evening came running to buy things. And all I needed to buy was two light bulbs, which had burned out because of the frost. I searched for them for a long time, but did not find them, found only yoghurt and rubbish bags, useful things too. I seem to remember there was also a chocolate bar.
I only managed to find the bulbs near the burning and smoking checkout, 75 and 100 watts, for the hallway and the room. I listened to that new Placebo of yours, and thought how tedious it was, and though there are some interesting sounds in it, they are rare, while their music is usually far too boring. They need more madness. And their tragedy and torments are fabricated and artificial, they ought to stop exploiting that frigid image.
The frost and Placebo are both equally tedious.
And on the way back it was Gang Gang Dance’s frist album and walking was easy, not cold at all. Yes, there is a track there, it is like Orthrelm, only made earlier and different, with more drums.
Nothing else to say.

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The result of the Dreadful Exam turned out to be not even scary at all. But only because the prof broke her own rule not to add lab results to those who scored less than a 5. For the exam I got about 4.7+3.8 for the labs. Total 8.5.
But they gave me an 8. A bit of a bummer, but what can you do.
My friends passed with mixed results, but overall it's bearable.

The result of the Simple Exam, on the contrary, turned out to be not brilliant, but merely outstanding The epithets are taken from the official RTU documentation, in which brilliant work=10, and outstanding=9.
To the two smartest friends - 10, to the rest - 9.

Only the last exam is left, or rather a simple coursework and a program.
So far the results are: 9,7,8,9. A ten would look very harmonious.

Another strange story - I went to sleep in a t-shirt so as not to wake up a little blue cold corpse. Woke up in the night from the cold, discovered that the t-shirt was hanging on the chair. Baffling.
In the morning robot terminator Valerych came by, and beeped that it's slightly chilly outside. Now I'm afraid to step out of the room and discover that the water has frozen in the washbasins.
They're promising down to -35, 90% humidity and wind at 12 m/s.
And outside the window, the sun is shining in full force.

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Tomorrow is the exam. An easy one. On 4 programming languages at once.
Here they are:
Ada, Java, Python, C++.
Fortunately, not on the languages in their entirety, but on oddly selected fragments of them.

Misha and I were just sitting here, reading about explicit constructors, const methods, and the const_cast keyword. An interesting feeling arose. I've felt it for a long time, but now I can put it into words.

The C++ language was not created for writing programs. It was created to demonstrate to the world that programmers are people with complex and rich inner lives. People with their own quirks. People who want to be considered more interesting and intelligent than mathematicians and philosophers. People who can Create with a capital C, without regard for the narrow constraints of reason, simplicity, rationality, and convenience.

There is simply no other way to explain these monstrous constructs.

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