Alright, let’s talk about this little adventure I called “خعرشسس”. It wasn’t really a planned project, more like something that just… happened one afternoon when I had some free time.
I started off trying to organize a bunch of old notes I had scattered across different text files. Seriously, it was a mess. Years of random thoughts, code snippets, reminders. I figured, hey, let’s try and pull them all together, maybe categorize them somehow automatically. Sounded simple enough, right?
Getting Started
So, I gathered all these files into one folder. First step, just trying to read them all in consistently. That’s where the fun began. Some were plain ASCII, some were UTF-8, some were… well, who knows? Probably some weird encoding from an ancient editor I used back in the day.
I decided to whip up a quick script. Python seemed like the obvious choice. I started writing code to loop through the directory, open each file, and try to read the content. Immediately hit encoding errors. Lots of them.
The Struggle
Okay, plan B. I tried guessing the encoding. Used libraries that try to detect it. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it just spat out garbage. It felt like wrestling an octopus. Every time I thought I had one file format figured out, another one would throw a wrench in the works.
- Tried standard `open()` with different encodings.
- Used the `chardet` library to guess.
- Even tried just forcing everything through `latin-1` to see what I could salvage.
It was getting frustrating. The script kept crashing or producing nonsense. At some point, I saved the script with a random filename by just mashing the keyboard – hence “خعرشسس”. Seemed fitting for the chaos I was dealing with.
Hitting a Wall
After a few hours, I wasn’t much further than when I started. I had managed to read some files, but the output was inconsistent, and trying to automatically categorize the content? Forget it. The data was too varied, too unstructured. Some notes were single lines, others were pages long with weird formatting.
I realized the initial idea of a quick, automated solution was probably too optimistic. This wasn’t a simple coding task; it was more like digital archaeology.
In the end, I just stopped. I looked at the messy script, the pile of partially processed files, and decided it wasn’t worth the headache. Sometimes you just have to recognize when a quick hack isn’t going to cut it. The folder with the original notes is still there, untouched. And that script, “خعرشسس”, sits there as a reminder of my failed attempt. Maybe I’ll go back to it someday, maybe not. For now, the notes remain gloriously disorganized.
