T0p D0g Reloaded

So what do you do if you get a bug in your computer? IN not ON. A real live stock bug, not a Trojan or other equally nasty e-stuff.

It happens in Romania, somewhere in the Land of Dracula. A bug got inside my boyfreind’s laptop through the USB port. The initial mortification of my better half was quickly followed by frustration and hatred. After a couple years of peaceful cohabitation in his cockroach infested apartment, this has been it. Eternal wrath is to be unleashed, my boyfriend swears. Especially since he was under some pressing deadlines of working online. But cockroach still inside the laptop remains switched off for fear of frying the motherboard.

A trip to the local service is being planned, as we speak.

I confess I have been occasionally rofling during our phone conversation. I even suggested using the blow drier or the ancient “smoke them out” technique.

Tags: General Failure on my computer, Jesse, ROFL, give me a gun by monsoux
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Finally, it’s official! Even the spam knows: Obama is president.
———- Forwarded message ———-
From: Gmail Team <mail-noreply@google.com>
Date: Mon, Nov 10, 2008 at 8:34 PM
Subject: Message left on server: “Barak Obama sex scandal”
To: xxxxx xxxxxxxx <xxxxx.xxxxxx@gmail.com>

The message “Barak Obama sex scandal” from graig altaf (si@teleflexmedical.com) contained a virus or a suspicious attachment. It was therefore not fetched from your account xxxxxxxxx@xxxxxxx.ro and has been left on the server.

If you wish to write to graig, just hit reply and send graig a message.

Thanks,

The Gmail Team

LATER EDIT: This actually means Anjelina Jolie is no longer hot! No less than six messages entitled “anjelina jolie  sex secandal” have been left on my server by the Gmail Team, before Obama took charge.

PS: Go fcuk yourself, Graig

Tags: General Failure on my computer, amused, give me a gun, rantrantrant by monsoux
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My every muscle group hurts so much, I have decided I deserve to treat myself.

Meanwhile, back at the farm , you can have a look at the highlights from my playlist.

Sam Roberts, Brother Down
Gare Du Nord, Pablo’s Blues
Holmes Ives, Lacrimas Negras
Lemon Jelly, Kneel before Your God
Kelley Polar, Entropy Reigns
Yelle, Amour du Sol
Chromeo, Momma’s Boy

Tags: a picture a day, happy, jukebox treasures, work works by monsoux
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(Forget about the idiom’s meaning, think about the concepts making it up, it makes you smile, doesn’t it? I image a rather large pool filled with honey where I am trying to get out from and not quite managing being caught in a sticky delicious web, prisoner of one own’s pleasures.)

Opening yet another coffee pack is another way to measure time, keeping in mind my everyday three spoons full of coffee. The annoying part is I am moving to my last pack of Italian coffee in stock. Being the cheap price slash quality bastard that I am, I find it outrageous I will have to pay more to get the same staff. I also have to add milk and honey to my grocery list, making my mornings, if not perfect, at least better.

Back to work, this seems like a good day for science, dusting up my to do list. I am not going to be discouraged by the length and opulence of that list!

Tags: Ferrara, a picture a day, knowing where I am by monsoux
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I have killed a bug. I believe bugs can travel long distances in a shoe, pocket or bag. If so, mine are coming straight from Medias, the land of love. Again, if so, before dying its atrocious death, the bug has been traveling  with the speed of 138 km/hour according to the car manufacturer, or 131 km/hour according to the satellite connected to my GPS device.

Some devirtualization has occurred, which pushed me into a very interesting process called thinking. I like that, it makes me feel creative. Also, a bit weird, but not as weird as the photo situation.

In the more productive department, I have dusted my magazine shelves. A lot of magazines are currently spending the night in front of my door, at the mercy of the cleaning lady. However I could not part with the likes of GQ, Vogue, Blue and a couple kilos of other pure glamour. A good opportunity to muse over somebody I have erased from my life, but on whose stuff I keep stumbling. I have been advised to remain a true gentleman, so I will try to.

And finally there should be a phrase about writing, about all the writing I have lately aborted, about the craving for writing, and of course about the satisfaction writing brings.

Tags: Prague, a picture a day, mixing like crazy by monsoux
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And before you know it, your once favourite outfit for the day becomes your now pajamas.

Tags: Simon says, a picture a day, always late in a hurry by monsoux
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In fact, I could count them using my fingers. So it happens, I have them well deposited in my virtual library inside my head. Our first picture together in the studio of a friend, one picture forgotten, after we had returned from Bazna, three pictures during our Barcelona trip this spring, and a couple more in Tuscany. There are of course numberless other pictures I have taken, you have taken, or other people have taken, where we feature each by himself or together in larger groups.

As such, you can imagine the weird feeling I have experienced this morning, when my friend who doesn’t know you, told me that he has found a picture of us, the two of us, on one of the computers in his office.

Tags: a picture a day, irl, weird as sh!t by monsoux
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When something doesn’t fit at all, it is referred to as from another movie.

In this case it’s from another movie, from another set, from another world. The picture reminds me of the one I took in Strassbourg. Nevermind, it was not what I was trying to say.

Tags: Siena, a picture a day, shameless self promotion by monsoux
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There is nothing like the sun in your windows after love making.

There is nothing like breakfast and a pot of coffee made with love. And lunch. And dinner. You know, like regular meals.

There is nothing like checking your Internet vitals in the smell of chocholate cake from the owen.

Tags: I'm in love, Jesse, happy, irl, nothing bad can touch me by monsoux
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