We had a conversation and I have introduced myself. This is how I know your name. If I revert to ask how are you and you reply “Nice. Who are you?” that is grammatically, semantics-wise and logically incorrect. Maybe you are fine, you are definitely not nice, mainly because you’re definitely not that much into me or you’re amnesic, confused or rude. Either way I won’t dignify you with another conversation attempt. Apart from this blog entry that is.
I am tired of second guessing. Mine. And yours. My friendship and I are a one package deal. Sorry for stating the obvious, take it or leave it.
My third nonsense post today covers forgetting the tooth brush slash tooth paste at home when traveling. This will happen when you are stuck somewhere where they don’t sell any of the above. Chances are you won’t need such items in such places. It’s the tooth paste, this time. And the place is a forest, in case you forgot - see my previous posts for details about the location.
The other item I forgot at home is the usb cable for the camera. I guess pictures will have to wait. Or you. This wouldn’t be the case if gadgets came all with the same kind of usb cable. But no! Examples of other usb cables I do have with me: iShuffle usb cable and HTC usb cable. Too many cables, too many usbs, too many gadgets.
(In the background, the Polish news in Polish with a feature about homosexuality, folowed by a feature about children social cases, and then a crime, the Polish business woman in the UK. It’s official, I don’t understand Polish.)
I wanted to list this rant under the title “Today’s catastrophes”, but they are not. The cancellation of today’s soon-to-be-rescheduled Depeche Mode concert in Bucharest is hardly a today issue. I was looking forward to the concert tonight and depending on the new date I will have to see if I am available to attend.
My brother being dragged and pushed in his car by a TIR (long vehicle) yesterday is nor a catastrophe, nor a today’s catastrophe. Before rushing to label me as a heartless bastard, you will be happy to know he, his wife and their dog, all present in the car when it happened, are physically unharmed and my former car is badly scratched and bent, as far as I understand. but that is a piece of metal as far as I am concerned so I am not going to worry. Plus it is an ensured piece of metal.
As for me I am supposed to work on an urgent request to review a project. That’s what I call a shitty weekend rate. But it is my first time for this client, no way I am going to charge them the same next time, or there is not going to be a next time.
That, and I have got a sore throat and a hangover. Must work now. I hope to watch The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy on TV tonight.
Why is the post office not selling boxes? Nor white wrapping paper, nor tape? You know, all the stuff needed to send other stuff by post?
Why, in this century, cannot they accept a card payment and, therefore, why does one have to pay cash?
Why is not all this preliminary information available on their website and why cannot one find it with only one call? Like instead of three?
Why if I want to buy a ticket which is 30 ron in presale, I have to actually pay 47 ron, delivery included, when I can get it at the door with 45 ron? Who is sleeping at the marketing department?
And so on. mind you, I only complain about the little things in life.
So what’s up with the 30 ron cover no drinks included and old tickets printed for a nominal value of 10 ron?
Give me one and let me ride it. Far away.
Where I feel like being when…
My throat is sore.
My nose won’t stop running. It’s like the marathon all over again.
I almost ruined the fruit blender, forgetting to place the blades.
And finally, I have confirmed four travel options to Warsaw, ignoring my final destination: Krakow.
What else can go wrong?
I don’t remember, in school, having to learn anything in more detail than the mere mention of the fact. Yeah, and that it is easier this way, we have more light “to use”… I took it as such and it’s a clear illustration of the critical thinking that has been taught in Romanian school ever since: zilch.
Now, it’s that time again, we’re all loking forward to the summer, the bees are buzzing, the flowers are flowering, but I cannot help at being annoyed. This particular moment actually means one hour less in my schedule for the day. As it was not stretched enough following the last night partying and tomorrows deadlines.
Another annoying fact is having to actually gather all my wrist watches and set them right. Thanks god for the “intelligent” computer and phones and mobile networks doing it for themselves. Thank you.
(I won’t mention that I have accidentally found out about this last night, while drinking.)
Anca Boagiu has a hotline. 0800 BOA GIU. Since I have already learned there is no such thing as a free lunch, I want to know, on whose money?
Gillette is cheating and I am frustrated. What next? The zillion razor blade?! When is the insanity going to stop? Two blades made sense, three were neat, four are better, five is already you’re taking me for a fool. Especially since it’s rather difficult to buy “refills”.
And the cherry on tonight’s cake: click here for the Placebo official page. Go to “ Tour“. Have you ever imagined you are then only one click away FROM THIS?!? There must be a brilliant mastermind set to sabotage Placebo in Romania.
Nobody does, although somebody has.
Do you know the story with the sparrows? You know, those little cute cirpy little beings we admire in the park for their lack of complexes or downright audacity?
Oh well, I remeber the chilly winter morning, who am I kidding? it was a dead frozen morning! when I discovered they have picked through the rigid foam that isolates under my window to build somewhat of a cavern like nests. My heart was torn between “aw, how cute”, “damn, so that’s the noise at 6 a.m.” and “shit, the windows are going to collapse eventually”.
But being the procrastinator I am I have decided to take no action for the moment.
So all is fine, the windows are in place and sparrows are merily singing their tone deaf cirps. But also spring has set in, and I am headed for the appliance store to buy isolating foam.
Because nobody gets to shit on my windows.
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