This seems to break all conceivable diplomatic protocols, but there’s this newspaper which pretends the Romanian minister of foreign affairs was searched at the arrival in the U.S. just like a common immigrant. His fingerprints were taken, his iris pattern was scanned, he was ordered to take his shoes and his belt off, and he was questioned on the purpose of the visit.
This story was not confirmed yet, but if it is true, it really really sucks. I couldn’t care less about Romanian politicians, ministers or not, but this is a major diplomatic incident which says a lot about how the U.S. believe they can bully anyone. News flash for you: nobody made you the world’s police, and by the way — your fight against terrorism doesn’t look all that good, you know?
I hope you feel more secure now, knowing that our foreign affairs minister won’t be able to slip any bombs through your airports.
What a world of morons…
Note: Image borrowed from the “Ziua” newspaper’s website, at the above mentioned link.
My company has over time acquired a few Fujitsu-Siemens workstations, some models of the Esprimo series, and some of the Celsius series.
They are all decent computers, they are doing their job admirably under the tough circumstances, and although their cases are really ugly (see below), they have good thermal design. The power supplies with passive cooling and the air flow guides on the processors make them whisper quiet, which is really nice.
My boss, the IT manager, had the really bad idea to put my e-mail address on the corporate contact page, next to the Webmaster label.
There are only 3 e-mails on that (lousy if you ask me) website: a PR executive’s, mine (the webmaster, right), and the HR manager’s — this last one somewhat hidden, on the careers page.
As a consequence, I’m starting to get strange messages from all kinds of weirdos. First one was an Italian lady, offering the services of a bunch of photographers and directors she was allegedly representing. Back then I wasn’t even aware (nobody told me) that my address is on the corporate website, so I presumed it’s simply spam and scared the shit out of the poor bastard :).
The second one was from someone at a chicken farm (!), asking me if the agency wants to take on their account :).
And today, the last one: some insomniac chick (judging by the hour the message was sent) begs me to tell her the name of the song in one of the TV ads made by the agency :)!
Of course, I have forwarded her message to the A/V Department :D.
P.S.: I have forwarded the message from the chicken farm to the right person, and they are officially one of the agency’s clients now. Long live the Webmaster!