Dima Link

  A wonderful weekend. In the garden. The weather was perfect, truly summery. A holiday. Sunny. Hot. I was gardening. And I didn't even notice how time flew by. I was plucking grass. This time, though, I was doing it more precisely and finely. Between the plants. Which were even intertwined. Between each other. I cleared a few more patches of grass.

  A song for summer from an artist in the best Italo disco style. A summery composition. About sand and dreams. A great, familiar rhythm. Quite like Modern Talking. Modern disco. And Italian, too. The best style, as they say.

  Programming has already begun. I used my previous development, BasGa, as a basis. So far, I've done very little new. I simply added new graphics. And this game is essentially similar to the previous one, only with new graphics. I still have a few things to add. Like text screens. And new differences. Like a bonus system.

  Since Turbo Pascal, there's been a standard way to read and write data to a file. Text files. That's what I'm talking about. As a Pascal fan, I really wanted to put this method to use. Within Pascal, there are several actions you can perform with a file: read data from a file, write data to a file, rename a file, delete a file.

  Summer continues. And July is already ending. I didn't even notice how almost a month of summer has passed. Another month of long-awaited summer. This weekend was warm. And wonderful. I don't remember the sky. But it was warm. I've already finished all the main gardening work. And I'm just looking after the garden. I was just clearing the grass from the garden. Clearing the plants of grass. To make the garden better and more spacious.

  A record label from the shadows of time. Cleopatra Records has surprised me again. It's a strange label. It sometimes surprises. Melanie and the Witch of the Vale. Just one minute of your time. Almost two minutes. A very short composition.