T0p D0g Reloaded

I am sorry to inform those aspiring to the position, including myself, that the position is now taken. Ms. Flori is now officially appointed as queen of hangers. She is continuing to do a great job at tangling-untangling wires. All is well in clean-land, except for the dogs, who are messy but cute.

PS spring is here. I can tell, because my nose started jogging. (Before asking me if I started leading a healthier life, please remember I am allergic, so I am basically talking about a running nose. OK.)

PPS I am an “uncle”. My “niece” is Petra and an Aries. Like all those she is a bit pushy and rushed into this world a week earlier than scheduled. But all are fine. Hope to see both girls today.

Tags: Her Puppiness, Tisa, Vava, dna. Flori, hobo news, home is not a hotel by monsoux
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I’ve got two Kokopeles (alternative spelling Kokopelli), which is exactly what I need. It was described to me as “a rabbit with horns and symbol for abundance and fertility”.

Tags: Vava by monsoux
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I have a heart of stone. It lives in my bathroom. It has the size of a match, which is exactly what it was supposed to do initially, find me a match. But not a light match, everybody knows a heart of stone cannot burn. And besides, I have a regular heart too.

I am changing its meaning now and give the little stone heart for a noble cause. If you have found a heard, let them know, or even better, if you have a heart, punch in that 858 sms.

LATER EDIT: there is a sponsor who will match 2 euro for each of the hearts found, so do send yours in.

Tags: Simon says, Vava, a picture a day by monsoux
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LoFi Lounge last night. Good music, little crowd. The atmosphere did not impress me. Chinese restaurant today, Green Tea and then Lebanese restaurant. Good company at the Chinese restaurant, white tea at the Green Tea, which in fact is a sort of green tea, and excellent food and prices at the Lebanese restaurant. Online now.

Tags: Andressa, Jesse, Vava, Wiki Testosul by monsoux
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I hate weddings, funerals and hospitals, but I am going to visit a friend there. I have already incorporated her situation into my spring depression.

In a different news thread, I might start writing again.

Tags: Cluj, Vava, a picture a day, irl, very very sad by monsoux
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And Merry Christmas and, eventually, a Happy New Year! It’s that time when I don’t have a day that’s not the birthday of a friend. Like my friends are competing with Christ or something (said the religious fearing Christian in me, awaiting lighting to strike).

Tags: Bunissima, Jesse, Romerican, Vava, bloguette007 by monsoux
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I mean, traffic is back in town. You know it when … leave your car at five minute walking (I am a fast paced walker)… some hysterical jack finds the horn while waiting at the traffic light… you find it normal to find yourself stopped in the middle of the crossroad… you called Vava last week and she still has not returned the call.

Tags: Richard Clayderman, Vava, a picture a day, rantrantrant by monsoux
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Stardom is when you do whatever it is that you do and you get paid more than what people are paying to see whatever it is that you do.

That being said, I am definitely a star (not!). The thing is I am going to be dancing on a stage for an audience. As you might already know, I don’t usually do this for a living. But it is an experience. It is called 100% Dance, and it happens this Thursday, starting 10 PM at CNDB. See me there.

Tags: Simon says, Vava, a picture a day, irl, shameless self promotion by monsoux
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Sometimes I need to scribble my days, like I am loosing an essential little something otherwise. It’s a phobia rather than a feeling. So here goes yesterday: laptop wrestling took all day, I need a laptop tamer, late afternoon I have finally succeeded in to install and dial the damn EDGE connection, I swear I need to switch from Windows, borrowed money in a hurry from M and ran home to pay expenses, then landed in dustland, tried to do a little something, somehow managed to undust the bedroom, the rest of the house is heavily engrossed and awaiting Ms. Ionescu, then had a long discussion that tired me pretty much like fights with T used to, then I ran to the rehearsal, where I was late but not that late, there is always someone “later” than me, it’s a major trick of survival in the urban jungle; it was almost time to turn back into a pumpkin, read midnight, you Cinderella freaks, when return home, admired the badly parked cars in my neighborhood, I so often need to rant about my neighbours’ parking skills and how I have to rove for hours feels like, that I never do it anymore, rant, not rove. Midnight daily chores performed, I decide to take advantage of the running hot water, see the episode early in the morning the same day, and soaked like crazy. Pondered about stardom and being single, as separate issues. At this point I turned on the beast, read laptop, thinking I might post about the return to communist past, read my visit to Chisinau, or about Gramos’ meme, but actually ended sleeping under the warmth of the processor roar with the music and lights on. And that was my day. Forgot to manage the oddity of having naked windows. And about 100 observation posts across at close enough range.

Tags: T, Vava, a picture a day, down that lane, irl, rantrantrant by monsoux
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Happily reporting from Otopeni, on my way to the island of music. It’s been quite a hectic endeavor so far. managed to do pretty much everything on my to do list, the rest will be fixed by a couple of calls later. I don’t have Vava’s cam, I have Mazi’s. I don’t have batteries, so we’ll see about the pictures. Last time the camera played tricks on me because of the batteries.

So, I woke up, not feeling rested nor 100% up to it, missing a piece of luggage, now I have a monster one. It contains my tent, mattress and sleeping bag, among other personal items under the same “roof”. So I started to score and check one thing after the other on my list, and one moment I was thinking I cannot possibly make it, the other, oh yeah sure I will. I included here the daily internet procrastination, no coffee mug this time.

The house was left devastated… not a nice place to return as such, but I will have to do something about that as I am due another interview on Sunday. At home this time, the other was in the office.

A last word of warning, never say never. Just when I was releasing a sigh “Finally I am on my way to the airport, and I should make it in time”, somebody’s car had a minor explosion. For a couple of seconds I saw myself running to railway station… Again, not really up to it.

Low cost is low cost, a check-in was a min-nightmare, but I am really on my way to the departure gate, so what can stop me now? I don’t remember where my anti-fever pills are, so maybe a sneaky virus. Hope not.

Finally, within the entire madness, T has sent the sweetest sms “Drive carefully”. Well, I didn’t have to. I miss you, and maybe my flight too if I linger long enough.

Zbyes!

Tags: T, Vava, amused, bloguette007, home is not a hotel, my life as a dark comedy and the plot thickens by monsoux
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