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Found the bloody sim card
Warning to visitors: don’t get playful with the things on my fridge! Don’t organize my well structured mess.
I can very well get confused on my own, thank you very much.
Last kitchen action hero (featuring the pink panda family. No animal was hurt during the production of these pictures with my mobile phone)
ROFL-ing, talking about “ginger people”, maybe even a “ginger portal”.
The funniest conversation with T.
Him: “Wanna’ see my photo in Omagiu?”
Me:”what Omagiu? The one issue were I am published?”
Change of face, drop of jaw.
Me: “Is your thing bigger? Let’s see whose is bigger.”
Open Omagiu.
Me: “Yeah, your thing is bigger”
Then, in realization: “But do you have your name published?”
His name is not published.
My American friends were rolling on the floor. With laughter. I was sitting on the edge of the kitchen sink, in retrospective it doesn’t look like a bright idea, but at the time I think the wine also helped in making this kind of decision.
I have also made friends with their three year old. She is the most adorable little human. The plan was to soak her in detergent as she was sliding all over across the tiles in the kitchen and hallways, having the time of her life.
Blue again
Latest spam joke: from provides suffering (sic!), subject line is “Play and win”. I guess there is no wining without suffering. Hey people, I have met the contrary. Nobody I care for…
Finally, due to the new Blogger, I am rid of such delightful word productions when I comment on my own posts: kttkc (miau!ish), rellqz (relax!), keokci (misspelled karaoke), eyurl (phantasy), rayicd (bug spray), eycskfu (I don’t give a fuck!), jxelyum (some jelly), rgaaiomo (Japanese barfing), toifu (this one is sooo obvious), nfiarkuo (fearless), vvobabv (people whose name starts with v, when called “baby”), sleelvvyn (what, I only distantly know a Sylvain), uoeefott (foot desease, scratchy and difficult to get rid off). Feel free to add to the list. The game is still on for the rest of you.
Yes, this is one superficial note to mask the inner struggles I am having. As I have almost written on Tina’s present card this Christmas: “Nice fits in 2007″. I love double meanings.
Things I cannot say
I am listening to Rouge Rouge’s Tricoter instead.
Eragon, the Christmas movie in January
I myself have been wearing and tearing the Christmas gear, but that is only one jumper and even that is getting its time off in the washing machine. It doesn’t have THE theme. Actually it will get into the machine sometime in the immediate indefinite future. But that is different from all the decorations and paraphernalia still there in some places. And the music, common people! let’s face it. Playing various versions of “O, brad frumos!” is not selling shit mid January. Yes, you’ve guessed it, I have been to the mall. The tune only helped with the discomfort of the overheated overcrowded mainstream joint that Ruby Tuesday is. They are the ones playing carols last November too. I mean in 2005. My frequency with them is not that good because of the client trauma they induce to me - he he he.
So there I was reliving the Christmas, eating by myself when everybody was with at least someone else, going up the escalators and in the cinema when floods of people were descending to the exits. For a moment I thought I was going to be all by myself in the cinema hall, but the excitement vanished gradually as others came in to watch Eragon as well. I was not spared the distant vicinity with the loud red necks. You know the specimens. They come in pairs, sit like a Jewish wedding: the cocky boys’ gang and chatty girls’ band, have nothing interesting to say, only they do it loudly and relentlessly. They give the motif a new meaning with they usually one joke or punch line on repeat loop. The set comes complete with mobiles never on silent or vibrations, the wrong kind of leather jackets and some flashy car that when parked is either taking the special place for persons with handicap or messing the proxemics of the parking lot. Luckily, mine got tired after the first fifteen minutes. I suggest to the management that we have longer trailers screenings, so the rest of us can enjoy the actual movie in peace.
Now the movie was exactly what I needed, not too complicated and moderately mainstream. Special effects were not disturbing, clean narratives, coherent setup, decent acting of a hot set of main characters in a one package deal with extremely yummable Jeremy Irons, cast as supporting rider. By the way, I want to look like that, without the funny costumes, but I guess it will never happen. All in all, it held water for me, but that doesn’t mean you should go watch it.
Past three
And what am I doing at this time in the morning? I am scratching and searching for my mysteriously lost sim card. Who is going to want to turn on the other side “tomorrow”? Darn bad luck!
Tempus fugit not capit musca
I have been watching
Drawing Restraint 9. At first I wanted to say “What a pretentious piece of bullshit!”, but now, three hours later, I am tempted to be more melow. Some of the imagery is beautiful, but the narrative is inexistent. Finally it is just a collection of ocasionally beautiful shots of a well budgeted performance.
In other news, I am furiously erasing all mass text messages as they arrive on my mobile. By the way, I feel like shit.
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