Entries Tagged as 'Romerican'

The consequence of blogging upon your life

When Romer!can tells you it’s awesome rock opera, you remember it’s been one of your first tapes. (It’s the wow look on his face that does it, when he stresses “It’s Operation Mindcrime I AND II performed in their entirety!”)

When you ask the Rock Chick how much are the tickets, she decides to buy you one “for your birthday”, sort of long past. So you end at the concert.

It starts late, but it’s the perfect opportunity to notice the load of ethilic looks lurking at Arenele Romane and the living dead revamped rockers. When it starts, the lead still has a voice, and band is good, but the whole thing just is not you anymore.

Odd restaurants

Taking advantage that my site is up, because you never know when your bandwidth can be exceeded, let me tell you a few things about “my” restaurants.

The “first” one is “an old one”, meaning that I wanted to write about it for a very long time now because of the bill at the Chinese restaurant, “’round the corner” for les conaisseurs, which literally lists the courses like this: E02, G02, G05, B12, C01, F01, water, Prigat, Pepsi. Enjoy!

The “second” one is the most expensive, well, my most expensive. A sort of all you can eat, only about 30 dollars per person. It’s called Churrascaria Carnivore and their wireless was not working when we were there.

If after Churrascaria I could barely move (read roll to the taxi), at Unirea’s food court shushi place I had the most expensive fast food. In my life. Half the price compared to the above mentioned, but my stomach was not even half full. More like half fool.

Now, let’s move to the Middle East. Not literally, only culinary. Both places I am talking about have an improvised decor, but the food was delicious. First one on my list Coin Vert, at the more expensive end, about 2o dollars, worth every penny, even for the service. The “second” one is Abu-Abdu, the final reason for these lines you’ve been reading. I was there last night for the first time. The food was excellent and the service passable, that is if you don’t mind eating in a cantina like atmosphere under the hawk eyes of the supervisor who literally has his desk in the “restaurant”. The fauna was remote and friendly and neighbourhood like. It’s right next door to my place, so I can picture myself there sometime soon

Now, credit goes to fellow bloggers who make me join them at times and get out of the house: vvritz, high low profile, was Transilvania and the nice co., the terribly late one, his gayness, the one and only. Thank you , I’ve had a great time every time.

Can my new Mac do things for me?

Like instead of me? Like call Romer!can. Like write a post on how outraged I am about the lack of promotion for GayFest (that starts tomorrow). Like ask Mazi why she switched her blog to private. Like how much I enjoy listening to Kenneth Bager.

I am overwhelmed. I have also had an almost near death allergy situation this morning. Send me your money and good wishes. Thank you.

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LATER EDIT: The ill repute Windows/Picasa habits die hard. I am still fighting, but it’s both frustrating and funny to post a picture the size of the above. I promise to get better real soon.


Look, mom! No hands!

It’s actually happening. I am live mobile blogging on my brand new let’s call it Appy. That’s short endearing term for Apple MacBook. MINE! On its back it has a tattoo that says “Look at me, I am the big shining light”. That shines in the dark. In the shape of an apple. I am happy. I am gonna push that button now :D 

Houston, we have a problem

Actually, I hope we don’t, but who knew an apple would ship half the world, all the way from Shanghai, through Anchorage, Indianapolis, and Memphis? When we were little my brother would start digging in the sand at the beach and the goal was to get to China. Remember?

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Various musings

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I might have blogged this picture once before, I cannot remember. The contradictory feeling I associate with it is the reason you’re seeing it (again, maybe). Are things so right that actually it is wrong? Or, is it vice-versa, all is so wrong it’s kinda started to grow on me?

I am missing people. Is it good to miss people? Does it make me a better person? Deprivation, does it have its benefits I cannot see for the moment?

Love wise I am still the deer in the headlights. We both are. That’s the Chinese equivalent of butterflies in the stomach. Is this turning into a boudoir journal?

Internet love (and hate)


I am definitely addicted to love. Being the attention whore that I am, Internet provides me with a fair share of love and affection. Yeap, Internet is thus an addiction in itself. Getting the fix, only makes me scream for more. So, what has lovingly happened over the web to generate the rambling above? Somebody has bought two dot coms for me. The bitch on duty has decided I am a solar kid, and the bleak template you are currently following is not me. Unfortunately, health issues have kept the terrorist on duty and his said mother confined to a bed in the infectious disease hospital. I’d like to take this opportunity to convey my get well wishes. The template is awaiting, bitch :) Meanwhile, back at the ranch, I have received the ultimate compliment “extra-witty dude; check out his blogroll too; note to self: unrecommended, if already 1 am, we need to wake up in the morning and the coffee is not strong enough” and the cutest name in Faking life: Monosoux. To set the record straight (ooops, sorry kids, could not find any gay phrase!) I am also Dualsoux, and occasionally Multisoux. What can I say, it comes naturally when you are a Gemini.

To stick with the loving, I am honoured to star in this post and Gramos’ fantasies, I suspect in an intellectual kinda way. Guys, I have not forgotten my promise, just not doing well on time.

For the love’n'hate part, my beloved bloguette complains here I am not picking up my phone, but I did. Also an email exchange with Andressa about gay blogroll love not returned. Well, Simon’s final say on this matter is “When I don’t ask for love it doesn’t mean I don’t need it, it means I want it without having to ask for it”. I know, Simon doesn’t seem to be much of a problem solver. I guess I’ll just have that program management talk with him, the one I have been postponing, read avoiding.

The last day, one of them


The idea of a merry cemetery is as naive as pictured above. I suggest, though, the burial of worries, if only.

Since today is in some way the last day of a friend here, and this is by no way a burial, but a resurrection, I am due a special entry. It’s about leisure word’s of vanity, a con-coktionary.

On our list: testiculous, to spatulate, passenjerk, Maserotic, AMS, napking, smokarette, phalosophy, and lots of laughter. Care to guess what means what?