A week ago, Horia went from being “single” to “it’s complicated” and you instantly had an opinion about it. Especially the ladies.
Now, let me explain. I don’t have a complicated relationship with a girl. No, not even her! And I do not have a complicated relationship with a guy either. Although recent evidence might suggest otherwise.
I just decided I have a very steady relationship with code and coding.
I love its braces, its commas, its mood swings and its get-things-done take on life!
While it’s very rewarding, it is time consuming, and it does have its limitations. And yes, I’m thinking sex-wise.
But then, you can’t have it all; can you?
So, it’s complicated!
Posted on the 14th of December, 2009 |
21 Exquisite Comments
I am allergic to stupid people. Myself included.
While in a conversation on the matter, I realized that my way of making this obvious is not the best one.
What I do is to politely let the stupid people know they are being stupid.
While it yields results quickly, it counts for nothing in the long run. The stupid only pretend to understand, and they forget their mistake the second I exit the scene. Because I’m only being funny, and that gets the message across, but it does not always make it stick.
I will hereafter try to leave a deeper mark, make a snarkier comment when someone proves their inability to think.
I think dumb-ass and dumb-tits should do for starters. For the Romanian version, see the inspirational post by Mircea Popescu. You can read this post from ily’s blog to see how stupid people can affect us if left unattended.
Oh, right. You get bonus points if you’re also pig-headed!
Posted on the 10th of December, 2009 |
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Oh, how I yearn to lay down on my perfect mattress, black bedspread over it. No pillow. It’s useless anyway.
I feel your thighs as you sit down upon me. You’re warm and sweet, like dear May. You gently touch my neck. Your hands are ice cold. They make my skin tighten, sending shivers into my very core. I struggle to contain them, to no avail.
Your nails peel off bits of me as you start moving your hands. Slowly and firmly.
I take a deep breath and sigh with pleasure of the like that only a special few get to feel.
You squeeze hard! Letting loose only to squeeze again. And again. Until you decide to move, and give me a good yank as your hands come tangled in my hair.
I get warmer, catching fire and bursting into flames. You’re caught in the inferno, but you love it. You go harder.
We keep going for as long as you can last. The end is, as always, abrupt and intense for you, relieving for me. Then, you roll off, laying down next to my smiling face. I could be very well asleep right now, but I choose to savor every sensation instead. I thank you.
Yes, that is how much I need a massage! Not from anyone, though. I only want you.
Posted on the 6th of December, 2009 |
6 Coarse Comments
I’m talking about the buttons that read ’save to delicious’ or ‘digg this’ or ’stumble this’
People who don’t frequently tweet or save to delicious won’t start because of a huge button on your website. The ones that do, already have their own tools and MO for doing so.
The services that don’t provide cool bookmarklets or API’s or tools are the ones that benefit from those buttons. People appreciate the time saved, but are those services really worth the real estate their buttons take up? I mean, have you ever used Fark?
Why not make your site cleaner? Those buttons are almost always hideous, save for some very few, but very cool, designs. Plus, they steal attention from your own call to action buttons. Like ‘comment’ or ‘buy’
People who don’t use twitter or facebook or digg or delicious or what have you are simply nauseated by the constant ‘Tweet This’ call out they see on sites. Wouldn’t you be?
Posted on the 4th of December, 2009 |
Feeling Smart? Comment!
Fuck with the stupid or hard-nosed and that’s what you get. People in the streets.
And on the day that was deemed our National Day because of the blood of those who took to the streets twenty years ago. People that faced the tanks and firing squads.
People that climbed to that faithful Opera house balcony and chanted with glee: “we are free!”
Angst, fear, uncertitude and stupidly strong convictions filled that square today. For a much lesser cause. For a dirty purpose, any way you look at it.
Some dirtied the memory of our heroes, some betrayed our trust, some proved once more that they are toads.
Right now, I’m enjoying my freedom, having a nice dark beer in the Irish pub.
Happy Birthday, Romania! To the rest of you assholes, Fuck You!
Posted on the 1st of December, 2009 |
19 Brilliant Comments
For about 19 years, it’s been Romania’s National Day. It brings about great joy, awesome second class military parades and, best of all, a day off.
Funny thing how, in ‘95, the First of December was deemed the international AIDS Day. Now, Romania gets to share its National Day with the second most deadly human engineered disease. Cool, eh?
It’s alway been a good funny topic in online chats with people from far away, or when filling up dead time, showing foreigners around. But then…
Nine years ago, to the day, I was diagnosed with diabetes. I always take a moment to remember the third-world state I was in before I sought help. It’s been a fun nine years, and it’s only getting better.
It’s nice because I can attach personal meaning to an otherwise impersonal day, making it matter more. And I think this is why some people like christmas more than easter, their namesake day more than their birthday or their brother’s birthday more than their mother’s.
It’s always been about adding meaning, personal meaning; right?
Posted on the 1st of December, 2009 |
6 Sexy Comments
Remember Tom Anderson?
He is the co-founder of the dreaded myspace thingie, but there is more.
When someone signed up for an account on the social network, they would already have a friend: Tom. I guess it was supposed to be a way to make new users not feel awash on a deserted island after setting up their account.
Don’t buy into that!
Tom Anderson only wanted to be popular on a social network. Any social network.
Since he failed on all the others, he decided to build his own!
He now has around 270 million friends!
Yes, that is how lonely some people can get.
Posted on the 26th of November, 2009 |
7 Mouth-watering Comments
Cheating is whatever you are doing with someone else that you would not want your lover to see.
I just thought I’d remind you of what I just remembered.
Posted on the 24th of November, 2009 |
15 Remarcable Comments
