Paranoia and other pleasant things

I’m in love with a commercial0

I’m talking about Vodafone Mayfly . Be sure to have the speakers turned on, the music is half of the magic.

Posted: stumbled upon

Country birds0

Gather around, boys and girls, for today I’ll tell you a story about how it was to be a kid in commie times.

The little girl you see in the pic (taken from here), sporting her best psycho killer smile, is dressed in her Soimul Patriei uniform. What’s that? A rough translation would be “Hawk of the fatherland”. It was the organisation in which all the kids aged 3-7 had to be enrolled in, whether they liked it or not, if they were going to the kindergarden. After you went to school, you were upgraded from the bird business to being a “Pionier“, a scout-like organisation, only with less wilderness skills and more far-left brainwashing. Note the small plastic ring which holds the tie - you were the essence of uncool if you had the tie knotted instead of being held properly by the ring.

Around the time you turned 14, it was time to leave the pioneers and join the UTC - that being the Union of Communist Youth. Even less fun, and a lot more indoctrination. They didn’t have uniforms, as far as I remember. I never got to join them, since the regime was overthrown when I was 12. Not that I regret that .

Posted: chestii

Bless this mess4

I’ve wanted to move from Blogger for a few weeks now and I’m finally out of there. Today’s afternoon was mostly spent Photoshopping the lovely Refresh WordPress theme from lukaret.com and generally inflicting all kinds of filters on a poor photo of mine -
The simple grass :

You can see what the winner looks like in the header of the blog - I like to call it The Van Gogh on crack version . Among the other candidates were:

Blair Witch grass

and

“So what if I’m not taking my antipsychotic medication” grass

In other news, while the template looks good in Firefox and Opera, it sucks bigtime in Internet Explorer (the whole sidebar is at the bottom of the page). And I know no CSS. Oh well, I’ll either summon a high level HTML mage or, if that fails, I’ll fiddle with the code myself. Wish me luck , for I need it. Bill Gates, eat my socks.

Posted: chestii

No wonder we haven’t received any presents for Easter..0

..if you consider the fact that this stuffed rabbit was on my in-laws’ table last weekend. If I’d be the Easter bunny I’d be pissed off too.

Posted: chestii

I’ve got this weird feeling..5

..that I’m going to lose the battle of the blogs I’m in right now. No particular reason for that, except maybe the fact that lots of proxies and people from Malaysia started visiting out of nowhere in the last half hour, all this while I’m battling a Malaysian blog, and the fact that my battle is going way faster than the one with 180 credits that was submitted BEFORE mine .. We’ll see.

Later edit - and what do you know, I was right. Sweetie, grow some spine and maybe a wee bit more confidence in your blog. This tactic won’t get you more real readers. Just sayin’.

Posted: chestii

Oh Lookie 2 - the return of the (L)wookie0

Fishing for celebrity blogs is fun - this week I found Chewbacca’s blog . Where, you ask ? Why, on Blogspot, of course! Read it. You’ll be amazed. You’ll be outraged. You’ll be enlightened.

Hint: Scroll down to the Valentine’s day post for some good old fashioned wookie-on-princess action.

Posted: stumbled upon

Dear Timi3

I know it’s hard being the child of a mom who plays with crazy people’s heads. No, really, I do. All that clinical literature sitting on the shelves, all those medical journals for you to play with once you dig them out from under the coffee table .. but did you have to read that stuff and actually try it out?

A phobia won’t get you more choc’lit. Nor will it make mommy spray perfume on your tummy more often. And choosing as a phobic object the nailclipper, from all things, is a real faux pas. We need to clip your nails sometimes, even if you display your best impression of “Mom has beheaded my doll and threatens me with hot needles”. We know your voice can break glass if you scream long enough. We noticed that you can squirm and wiggle better than an octopus on crack. We painfully aknowledged the fact that you’re strong and have the kicking power of a mule - and we have the bruises to prove it. But we still need to clip your toenails.

So here’s my proposition - if you really feel you need to have a phobia, for that’s all the rage between today’s toddlers , so be it. But why not exchange the object of your fears from the nailclipper to, dunno, a Jet engine? Or a Hummer’s steering axle? Mommy promises she’ll let you freak out for as long as you want to whenever you’ll see one of those.

Posted: Timi