Waiting to happen
I was reading my bill on the pedestrian crossing, she was on the phone while driving. No wonder!
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Tim Burton, the poet
I assume I am not the only one in the world who, when liking a book, buys more than one copy.
From the very beginning I knew I’d quote from the Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and Other Stories, but not how much. I was also unaware I will read it twice. Aloud. Yeah, the advantage of being 35, soon, and living on ones own. So, it’s read now. Grin. I really dig it.
The whole process goes like this. Take book, split open. Right after the cover, right after the director’s achievements, and Of related interest from Faber and Faber, and “Tim Burton is hereby identified as author of this work…”, and “For Lisa Marie”, and Contents, so, as I was saying, right away after… it brilliantly starts with “Stick Boy liked Match Girl,/ he liked her a lot. He liked her cute figure,/ he though she was hot”. Can you guess how the story goes on? Hint: she was hot. I think it’s a classical romance. It’s not about Stick Boy, it’s about me. And you. And that love that in retrospect should’ve better been unrequited. Or maybe it was unrequited. But you didn’t see that. Nonetheless. Funny.
So far here you are the first verse, but no end. Now, let me stir you with some missing-the-beginning: “He never forgave her unholy alliance:/a sexual encounter/ with a kitchen appliance.” Tell you what, of course that piece is about marriage.
And, finally, a little story in its entirety: The Boy with Nails in His Eyes
“The Boy with Nails in His Eyes/ put up his aluminum tree./ It looked pretty strange/ because he couldn’t really see.”
Do read The Girl with Many Eyes, The Girl Who Turned into a Bed, Roy, the Toxic Boy, Junk Girl, The Pin Cushion Queen, Melonhead, Sue, Anchor Baby – to name my absolute favourites - and let me know what or whom are they talking about.
Later EDIT: I have found this, but I still think everybody should buy the book.
Coming out
… “Can I call you sometime?”
Yes, you can, coming out can be tough.
LATER EDIT: I have watched Milk the other day. Would it make for a reasonable argument, you reckon?
My wireless everything
I now posses an Apple wireless keyboard, on top of every other wireless device to be found here and there in my appartment. Because of accounting reasons, my mom is updated on this. So I have received the following email from her: “And how is this keyboard? Can it do things on its own?”.
More snow, on request
If everything were so simple like uploading snow on WordPress!
Valentine’s deeds
As you all know, and if you don’t, well you should, this Friday was a Friday 13. Also, the day just before Valentine. Given the financial crisis I had to check the effects. The signs were clear.
We landed in Sinaia, where Andressa‘s readership went up here. Documented the fact with photos.
Moved on to Peles Castle. Deeply recommend the extented tour. I was impressed with both guides in English. Both girls. Maybe there is still hope for Romanian tourism, and services.
Stopped to Pelisor. Maria’s Chamber in Gold is really something unique. Go visit, as in 2010 Pelisor will become the summer residence for the royal family, and…
Finally, we stopped in Bran just in time to find that the Castle was closed for visitation, due to the winter schedule.
So back he hopped. Literally, since the road near Mioveni, you know, where they make cars, was the best Moon surface reprezentation on Earth.
So engaged to be married
It’s been so long since I have last been so involved in a work project. It feels good. The downsize is I have not been blogging in like a week.I am definitely hitting the road to Sinaia and Peles, to show our country to our special foreign guests 
I AM the elephant
“So do you know how one eats an elephant?”, she asked smilingly while I was freaking out because my multitasking, lack of patience and partly procrastination were again working against me. It was of course a rhetoric question, a pretext for the, in this case, answer known to her and unknown to me, so she continued: “Piece by piece”.
So I came up with the title.
Would that be all?
He’s cut his long hair, so he asked me to buy him hair gel. Which I did. And the look of the cashier was priceless. Well, she tried looking me in the eyes, but her wandering eyes kept sliding to my nonexistent hair.
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