June
2007
Remember Dana B?7
She’s getting married today. To Mr.Big. Pics may follow
Most of the time, the Internet resembles a stadium, full of people sitting, eating, sharing their opinions, insulting each other because of said opinions and generally minding their own businesses . But sometimes, a Mexican wave sweeps through it, and most of the computers that form the web will be graced with the presence of a particular image/ video/ tune/ url on their hard disk. There was the dancing baby. (You don’t know what that is? Congratulations, you’re young. Not that I ain’t. And don’t give me that “you’re pushin’ 30, dudette” stare. 29 is so the new 21.) The dancing hamsters. The Numa-Numa kid, rocking out to a tune we Romanians understand the words of. The jolly Turkish guy with his trademark “I kiss you!” who probably inspired Borat. The guy in the Peter Pan outfits who looked so gay, he had to be hetero. The (….muthafuckin’) snakes on a(….muthafuckin’) plane .
The latest craze is the LOLcat.What’s that, you ask? In a nutshell, it’s the image of a cat with some horrendously spelled text Photoshopped on it. Doesn’t sound like much, eh? Hold your horses, kids. This thing is BIG.
First of all, the misspelled words aren’t chaotic, they seem to follow the pattern of a new English dialect. Don’t take my word for this, read instead a linguist’s opinion on the matter .
Second, it has already distinctive genres inside la grande masse of the mewers.
There’s the monorail cat:

And my favorite, the “Oh hai” cat

Third, it has huge-traffic sites dedicated entirely to the LOLcat matter, like this. (The source for all the lovely cats that decorate this post, actually.)
Fourth, it spawned lots of imitations, featuring LOLdogs, LOLhamsters, LOLwalruses (always including in their captions something about a bucket they’re looking for) and - you’ll never guess it - LOLpresidents. Enjoy.
I see there are some English - speaking peeps that haven’t given up the blog. And I love them dearly for doing that, even though there hasn’t been any posting since APRIL. (Dear Lord, am I lazy or what?). So ..erm .. there will still be some posting in English. Which will be tagged with ENGLISH and will get an all-English title, unless it’s about the mating habits of the Russian intelligentsia, in which case I might switch the title to Russian because Cyrillic letter are hip, trendy and oh-so-fun to decipher . Deal?
I’m back. I have to trim past entries for personal information about my patients / fellow docs and psychologists and then I’ll probably be able to switch to Romanian and, depending on how much I like writing the blog that way, keep it or switch back to English. Much of the international fanbase is lost anyway by now, so it probably won’t hurt anyone

Sadly, it promised a lot more than it delivered. There was no Caesar in action, no Marcus Antonius getting it on with Cleopatra … just a bunch of nonsense. Where is this world going to, when you cannot trust even spam links anymore? Could the Cialis/Viagra junk lead to something else too? I dare not research that.
Get over yourselves. Manele aren’t a romanian - only phenomenon. They aren’t even Balkans - only. No siree, they can be found anywhere. Even in Uzbekistan, you ask? Yes, even in Uzbekistan. And the dance moves are pretty much the same