The same feeling when you can’t decide what is more fun to do now: refining the genetic algorithm of selecting the analytical type of function for data approximation, ordering the knowledge about the procedural generation of landscapes, an article about a new form of note recording, teaching a song under the guitar, reflecting on the physical “theory of observations” or preparing for writing a science fiction story – and you are written at this point that you probably have a very narrow spectrum of interests, because you don’t want a expensive black car and sex with the first girl who hit.

From Zh.