I have decided to pull the plug on this blog. The main reasons are quite obvious: not much activity going on here anyway, I just can’t find the time to make a proper theme for it, and I also find it increasingly difficult to wrap my head around the English language.
All the exciting action (ahem) is now moving here — sorry, Romanian language
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I will keep the content online anyway. Who knows, maybe I’ll even post now and then.
Edit: I have solved the theme problem mentioned earlier with Matt’s beautiful Comet. Check out his other themes as well at frostpress.com.
I’ve just turned 34. Yesterday.
All things considered, it was a great first day of work this new year… I left the office at 6 PM, went to my drumming lesson, then grabbed a bite at home and headed back to the office. Stayed there ’till 1 AM, oh, joy…
There’s a superstition among some people I know that what you do the first day you’ll do the whole year afterwards. Let’s cross our fingers it’s just a superstition, or at least it doesn’t apply to the first day of work in a year…
The chair from my desk at home finally broke beyond any possible usage, after a month or two of suffering.
I think it is another sign I should be losing some weight! God dammit, maybe one of these days I’ll get my thumb out of my ass and start exercising…
Today was Dexter’s hair trimming day. It’s not a very happy occasion, because he’s insanely afraid of this operation, although nothing traumatic ever happened. And because of this fear, he was getting really bad rashes on his skin afterwards, and the treatment was painful (more for us than for him, ’cause we had to make sure — day and night — that he doesn’t lick the ointments and the damaged skin).
Our vet told us once that he risks turning epileptic because of such great fear and advised to put him under anesthesia during hair trimming. So that’s how we did it the last 3 or 4 times, and it seems to work a lot better this way. He doesn’t get those horrible rashes anymore, his ears aren’t itchy for days anymore, so there’s no more head shaking, no more scratching his skin to shreds, no more sleepless nights for us :).
And because I finally managed to get off my ass and buy a camera, today I can even post a “before/after” article :). All images were taken today, and all of them show Dexter, you’ll have to trust me on this. See them below the fold…
It was at my first job ever where I met this girl with a big smile, a filthy mouth and beautiful long hair, which she always wore as a pony tail. So this is ancient history, literally. Continue Reading
To sum the whole week up in just three words: I didn’t like it (OK, four words 🙂 ).
In 5 minutes the cab will be here, to take us to the airport.
Starting today, we’ll be in Hurghada, Egypt for a week. I’d love to keep you posted or at least upload some pictures, but Alina, Crenguţa’s sister has lost the data cable of the camera. And I’m not sure the hotel has an Internet connection, although it probably does. We’ll see.
Happy Easter everyone!
When I started typing the title, I accidentally wrote “Tomania”, the country of dictator Adenoid Hynkel in Charles Chaplin’s masterpiece The Great Dictator.
Although it was just a simple mistake, it proves to be incredibly appropriate.
In a country of the European Union, Romania of the year 2008, the vice president of the National Liberal Party, a governing party who’s president is the prime minister, declares this (my approximate translation):
RO: “…mai bine se face o eventuală nedreptate decât să fie tolerată o dezordine”.
EN: “…It’s preferable to have a possible injustice rather than tolerating disorder.”
I am really, really ashamed I am a citizen of this country, and it saddens me even more remembering I had the opportunity to leave for good, and I didn’t.
There is no hope, this country will never change. This nation is like a flock of stupid sheep, constantly driven over the cliff by scum rulers.
Source: Mediafax, via Gandul (Romanian language only).
…and 8 days. This is how old I am.
Someone told me that ‘classics’ consider it the age of supreme wisdom. I don’t know who those classics may be. And I definitely don’t agree. Supposedly the figure comes from the age of Jesus somehow. And I couldn’t care less about religion, be it Christian or any other kind. I don’t pretend to know the subject inside-out, but my view of humanity is quite clear — man is the worst kind of animal that ever roamed the Earth, there’s no hope for humanity and man will probably blow this whole planet to tiny little pieces sooner or later.
So I don’t consider myself at the peak of my wisdom, far from it really. As I can’t really consider myself at the peak of anything latelly.