Hi! I'm Horia Dragomir. I am a passionate web developer, snapshooter and guitar enthusiast based in Timisoara, Romania.

The Internet Killed Frank!

Rather than telling others what you think of them, you now resort to twitter and blogs to channel negative feelings.
Rather than thinking about how to help salvage your sittuation, you’re thinking “I am sooo blogging this!”
Rather than drinking her away, you run off to change your facebook status to single and hope some people notice.
Rather than a strong slap across the face, you shout out “I’m forever taking you off my blogroll!”
Rather than taking pride in standing straight, you feel comfort in your comfy chair.
Rather than trying to make a difference, you just decide to turn away, because there’s a lot to choose from.

Well, not you, but maybe you have a friend…

The Internet killed being frank!
All we’re left with is a mass of cosy, harmless sheep, some goats and a handful of people that will tell you what they really think. And, of course, you have a new term for that: “offensive.”

Well, not you, but maybe you have a friend…

Posted on the 18th of June, 2010 | 8 Arrogant Comments

The Sick Routine

He sometimes has to visit the hospital.

It’s summer so the waiting room is hell’s kitchen. A host of elderly piggy-backers sit on the grossly uncomfortable benches.

They, the elders, know best, so the doors stay shut, the AC stays off. These are hasbeens from all walks of life. Some wear perfume, some aftershave, others were never too keen on washing.

It reeks of ass, piss and 405.
No air gets in, no stench gets out, but I digress.

He plays music on his iPhone, the youngest thing in the whole hospital wing. The smooth sounds of his carefully hand-picked music library drown down all the mumbling, the chit-chat, the gossip, the political stands, the motherly advice. They are all reduced to mild inane babble, barely distinguishable through Wilson’s loud melody.

He’s asked to put his better eyes to use, to fill out a prescription for an old lady. She is nice to him, overly polite as he puts on his gallant hat. With a perfectly honest smile and a chill in his eye, he draws the pretty letters in their boxes, and is asked to forge the signature.

He indulges. I digress again.

All you will see here is exactly what will put you off on a hot summer afternoon. The soothing embrace of a cold shower is the faith that keeps you going really.
But for them, the unrespected, unappreciated, unloved, unremembered hasbeens, there is no such faith.

They rely not on the cold shower, but on the very hell he has to stand in right now. This is what becomes of them, a sorry lot of people so lonely, who feel so useless they see going to the hospital as a social event.

We are truly wretched creatures!

Posted on the 15th of June, 2010 | 7 Exquisite Comments

My Life Rocks

… because it’s the only one I get!

Why would anyone live their life any less than to the fullest?

A Romanian friend, Ovi Sîrb, started this craze in the local blogosphere and it’s been real nice to watch the upbeat reactions.

Posted on the 22nd of April, 2010 | 8 Sexy Comments

Your Privacy Is Still Null

Google Web History

You don’t want people seeing what you’ve searched for? But you searched for that! Are you ashamed now? Why?!

Government Email Snooping

While I don’t condone it, how can it hurt you? If you’re a gunrunner and you’re about to get convicted based on evidence found in your mailbox, I salute that! Other than that, nobody cares what colour your panties are! The police can search your house with a warrant; why not your mailbox?

Facebook Stalkers

You are aware that you can block people, right? Better still, think about why you joined Facebook!

Google Analytics Tracking

If most of the visitors from your site are from jail, or the States, or Japan, wouldn’t you like to know? If most of them are running Linux or Mac, wouldn’t you like to know? Also, you like it when a site caters better to your needs, right? You like it when they give you more of the stuff you liked before. How do you think they know all that?

Why are you so afraid of the amount of information about you that’s available on the net?
That information should not come close to defining you as the wonderful, complex person that you are! That information is just peanuts compared to all the feelings you can instill in another person!

And if that is not the case. If the amount of information available on the net accounts for most of you. If there’s little left to find out about you in the real world. Well, in that case, I’d say your online privacy is the least of your worries!

Posted on the 25th of February, 2010 | 7 Mouth-watering Comments

Zoe Keating – One Cello x 16

When I first got toe hear her music, I was blown away. I actually got from not knowing about her to ordering her CD online in five minutes. When the disk came in the mail, I was as happy as a little boy with a new toy.

I’ve given her music some time to settle in. Just to make sure it’s not infatuation. And not, it’s not. I’m listening to Fern, my favorite track, right now.

I cannot bring myself to describe Zoe Keating‘s music any better than her, so just give her a listen.

But I will say this, it’s like being picked up by a murder of crows and taken high above the busy city, high up to a place where time slows down and you can let yourself feel each stroke and tap on her cello as if it goes through you, touching and moving around things you might have forgotten you had; and then, as one song ends and another begins, you find tears in your eyes because of something that’s neither joy nor sorrow — her passion.

Then you brace yourself for the next ride.

Posted on the 8th of February, 2010 | 8 Intelligent Comments

Naysayers

Say you’re yearning for something you shouldn’t be after.

I mean, people frown upon it and facts lead you to believe it is no the right thing for you. Whats more, you even said you don’t want anything to do with it. And you make a big point of that, too.

In this case, seeking it would make you spineless and a hypocrite and a coward. Just like a person that’s quit smoking and takes drag, or buys a new pack. You fell of the wagon. At least, that’s how people will see it.

It actually takes great courage to give in to temptation. Few people realize that, and fewer still applaud it. It’s a nice way of taking responsibility. It’s a great way to make mistakes to learn from. Or maybe you get lucky and prove everyone wrong.

Kudos to you if you do it!

Posted on the 25th of January, 2010 | 21 Coarse Comments

The Ideal Breakfast

It’s morning and your alarm startles you. You awake to find yourself across the bed from her. You’re a guy, so usually, your first thought of the morning is “I need to pee” or “Fuck! What time is it?” if you’re me. But not today.

Gentle sunlight makes its way through the blinds and caresses her naked shoulder, thus making it glimmer in your hazy eyes. She slowly turns, and with the moves of a gentle cat, she draws near to smile you a “Good morning!”

It’s not sex, and it’s not love. It’s better than vitamin C on a harsh winter day. It’s better than sleep after a Mexican Drinking Night and better than water the morning after. You’re both still a bit dazed so everything’s moving slowly. It’s like the dread on a Monday morning combined with the hope of a Friday afternoon. Every sigh, arch and ‘oh’ is so mellow, yet every grip and thrust is stronger than Irish coffee.

The climax is like a slow dance at a highschool party, the shower after is an exclamation mark. You wear nothing but a t-shirt, to underline how naked your better-bottom half is. She is still naked, because she can…

Oh, right. Then, you eat your cereal, or whatever.

Posted on the 18th of January, 2010 | 10 Remarcable Comments

Being Wanted: Better Than Sex

It’s funny how the human mind works, really. But the female mind is simply fascinating!

Some people are results driven. They don’t like mistaking motion for action. They like finality, and are willing to go to extreme lengths just to see that happen. They make for great executives.

It’s funny that woman executives are more efficient than men in the same position. It’s funny because women really like mistaking motion for action. For them, it’s not about the end result. There might never even be a finality to their game.

Apparently, women really appreciate being wanted. And just that. When they catch on to a guy that fancies them, they will live in that bubble for as long as they can. It’s amazing to witness.

The best part is their genetic coding, which makes them yearn for stability — a nice, constantly safe environment to bring up the kids. It’s usually the good guys that project this sort of image. So, it’s quite understandable why they like feeling wanted by a nice, good guy. Or two, or three. Nothing needs to happen, though. It’s all motion, not action.

Women like getting bonuses. So they really dig it when one o’ them bad guys acts like he’s interested. Bad guys are just sexy, and dangerous, and wrong. But women love it. The perspective passion adds so much value that they overlook the instability that would come with such a relationship. Not to say that there will be a relationship. Whether that happens or not is irrelevant, so long as the woman feels desired.

But here’s the fun part: women love it when a bad guy, seems like he does not want them. Moreover, he seems to be making a point about how they do not want them. The girl’s reaction is sometimes the same one as when the bad dude does want them. This time, there’s no prospect of a stable relationship that would be good for their offspring. There’s no real promise of passion, either. There are no compliments to fuel the girl’s ego. But said girl is excited nonetheless.

What happens is: the woman’s brain tricks her into believing the bad guy does, in fact, want her. Just that he might be playing bastard, which is the male version of playing hard to get. She will go ahead and do things that all women do: distorting reality to match her own ideas, see things that are not there as well as ignore whatever bit of information does not bode well with her fantasy.

Some women like to feel wanted, even if in their own imagination.

Posted on the 12th of January, 2010 | 17 Smart Comments