Your 2011 Plans.

Dear Insolent Plebeians,

Do not look upon this new year as a fresh start. Do not rejoice as the bell tolls midnight. Do not look forward to a year full of merriment, nor advancement.

Instead take the brief opportunity that I will allow you to ensure your affairs are in order. Condition your mind for unfaltering subservience in my employ. Practice your false laughs to be deployed in moments where I bestow upon you my scathingly sarcastic humour.

For this is the year where I shall seize control! My armies shall march forth and conquer all territories, sparing none who do not pledge to serve the mighty Warlord Gargit! LOOK UPON MY TERRIBLE DICTATORSHIP AND DESPAIR!

XOXO,
Heath F Gargit.
Warlord in Command of the Royal Gargitian Army.

Test 3

Taken from google goggles.

More tests

Testing of camera ap :)

Test

Just testing this out to see how posting by email works.

Top Ten

Every so often I like to post the top ten songs according to the play count in my mp3 player.

Interesting to note in this top ten is that it's from my lap top which i havent formatted since I got it in like, march/april. Notice a lot of Pendulum, indicative of what i've been listening to a lot of recently. Also not that I listen to a lot of music streamed straight from YouTube, which this, of course, doesn't include.

1. Pendulum - Crush (69 Plays)
2. Art vs Science - Magic Fountain (55 Plays)
3. Pendulum - Comprachicos (54 Plays)
4. Kele - Tenderoni (54 Plays)
5. Kele - On The Lam (48)
6. Pendulum - The Tempest (47)
7. Pendulum - Granite (47)
8. Pendulum - Propane Nightmares(45)
9. Pendulum - Immunize (21)
10. Pendulum - Under The Waves (19)

SUNDAY!

I happen to be awake at 5am. So i was rummaging around the web, and found the very first online blog post I made, on a site called h2g2. h2g2 was an online Hitch-hiker's guide community, later the site was bought by the BBC. This is a miniature snapshot of my life, fresh out of high school, and facing the world for the first time. No such thing as Google back then.

Erroneous Data Of The 42nd Nature, Subsection A1

Post: 1

Posted Jun 3, 2000 by Hef Gargit
Hmmm... so this is my journal. I used to have a journal at high school that my teacher would make me write in for at least fuive minutes at the beggining of every class. I would always end up writing something useless, like lyrics to a song or rewording lyrics to a song to express my disgust at having to write for five minutes in a journal at the beggining of every english class.
But its all over know and i try to think of high school as a bad dream.
So what do i do know? Im at TAFE now. And if you dont know what tafe is, well, you should move to Australia then shouldnt you!
I think every time i can be bothered writing a journal entry i will write all the places the number 42 has appeared in my life recently. So Here goes...
Places I Have Seen The Number 42 Lately:
- All phone numbers in my city and nearby to my city have the prefix 42. This comes from the days where if you didnt live in my city you had to dial 042 before you tried to call anyone in my area.
- My home page is titled "Error 42" (http://nettrash.com/users/hef_gargit). I wrote all of the html myself without any stupid html editor, like frontage or page maker.
- I was at a service station cafe called "Deli-France" the other day and i noticed that the Service station (from here in dubbed a "Servo") was selling LPG gas for 42.9 cents a litre.

Well, this is Hef Gargit, signing off...

 Wow, check out that date... what a blow out. Ten years later, im back at tafe and posting random songs on my blog. Some things never change.

Life's pretty awesome when you're flying through space in a jeep , going apeshit with a Nintendo controller.

DERBY!

Hah, couldn't have picked it any better. The day after i say I have nothing to write about:

Looking to muster up huge support for it, even though it already looks like it's going to be huge - I snatched the last two tickets at Oak Flats Roller Skating Rink today!

I'm sure heaps of people will ask, so here's a quick FAQ:

- Are you associated with WIRD?
No, Derby is just extremely relevant to my interests!

- Isn't it staged, like on TV?
Not as far as I can tell... extremely thrilling to watch anyway!

- What do i need to bring?
A seat! Bring something to sit on! And a good shouting voice! Food, Drinks and MERCH is on sale at the event!

apologies

i keep two blogs, and unfortunately most of the content from my other blog (kept on a porn site) isn't really suitable for here. If I write something that i feel I can share publically, ill post it here. I promise!

- Heath F Gargit.

(x-posted)

More Music.

Anamanaguchi, a "band" that uses a hacked NES as one of their instruments.





Tonight's Homework:

Activity 2.1

Create a definition of a Game.

Random Conversation

Heath F. Gargit says:
 http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YZusIOLDRs8
Nat P says:
 do u just type 'shit songs from the past' into your youtube search
Heath F. Gargit says:
 NO
 THANK YOU
 I TYPED "AWESOME SONGS FORM THE PAST"

hug_dispenser.java

Defining Diagram

Input	Processing	Output
answer	prompts the user to input their answer to a question. gets the answer. dispenses a hug based on that answer.	a hug.

Solution Algorithm

hug_dispenser

     prompt user for answer to question “Would you like a hug?”

     get answer

     IF answer = yes THEN

          dispense hug

     ELSE

          do nothing

     ENDIF

END

Java Code



// Programmer: Heath Parkes
// File name: hug_dispenser.java
// Date: 9/3/10
/* Description:
A friendly hug dispenser.
*/

import javax.swing.*;
import java.util.*;
import java.io.*;

public class hug_dispenser
{
public static void main(String[] args)
{
Scanner scanner = new Scanner (System.in);
String answer;
char selection;
System.out.println("Hello! Would you like a hug? (y/n)");
answer = scanner.nextLine();
selection = answer.charAt(0);
if (selection == 'y')
{
System.out.println(" ");
System.out.println("(\\__/)");
System.out.println("(='.'=)");
System.out.println("(\")_(\")");
System.out.println(" ");
System.out.println("Have a hug!");
}
else
{
System.out.println("Fine! Be like that then!");
}
}
}

public static void main

I know it was a long time ago.

I was young, and naive. You weren't that old yourself, but you were sophisticated.

A friend of mine introduced me to you. Remember that day? Not a cloud in the sky - I looked out the window and checked...

You were my first. I've tried to love others but it never worked out. And now the time has come for me to re-evaluate our position. I've decided i'm going to make this work. Will you take me back?

Let's get together and make some sweet sweet code, Java.

I love you.

Starting on the right foot, or the left lane.

So once again, there was a party at Danny's place. And once again, i completely forgot. As always, it was amazing. People talked to me like an old friend, girls came up to me and talked to me, and I got my shirt off (no bikini for me this year). For some reason, i entered in a good mood tonight, and people really responded to it well. I think because I knew what it was going to be like.

Anyway, the point of this blog was to tell you, the proverbial reader, a story.

On the way home, I stopped at that Shell petrol station at the intersection of where McDonald's is in the Bean Park Rail, to purchase a beverage for my journey home. As I was paying, a gentleman came in and asked if he was going the correct way to go up Mount Ousley. The guy behind the counter was giving him weird directions involving the round-a-bout at the other end of the Bean Park and Picton Road. He still seemed a little fuddled so i informed him that i was driving past the bottom of Mount Ousley, and that he could follow me if he wanted. We went outside and I informed him that when i waved my arm out the window, it meant he should get in the right lane and go right up Mount Ousley, and i would be going left to the northern suburbs. He seemed ok with that.

So we get to the bottom of Mount Ousley, and I waved my arm out the window, but he kept following me over the overpass. I stopped just before the Fairy Meadow exit and he pulled up behind me. I told him that he took the wrong turn, but if he followed me to the round-a-bout near Fairy Meadow McDonald's, he could follow that road back to the freeway. This time, as we drove past McDonald's, he turned left towards the freeway and I plodded along the highway home.

I don't know who the guy was, or why he was travelling to Liverpool at this time of night. I wished him luck as we were stopped after the overpass, and I hope he got there ok.

The End.