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 Arrogant Comments

It’s Complicated

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 Brilliant Comments

Cheating is

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 | 16 Mouth-watering Comments

How Software Gets Done

Today, we saw the release of the PocketFox logo. We’re all anxiously waiting for this mobile version of Firefox. We’ve actually been waiting too long. And that’s a problem.

It seems to be taking forever. This means that the developers are busy polishing the product, getting it up to 99%. It will probably be released then, almost bug-free. But what are we to do in the meantime? Ever heard of Release Early, Release Often? The sooner you get your product out to the masses, the sooner it’s used, the sooner you get feedback on it, the sooner you can focus on the 20% of the functionality that will please 80% of the users.

Worse is better, kinda like less is more, is a model that holds in this fast changing world. We are already used to bugs, aren’t we? We don’t care. We just want those nifty features. That’s why Opera has taken the browser market by storm. They’re pushing Beta’s to users. And we love it because we get to play with the new toys, not to mention have a say in the final product through our feedback.

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When you’re taking forever planning the perfect first kiss, you’re missing the point. The point is that it’s supposed to be a kiss that you’ll enjoy. It does not have to be one to tell you grandkids about. You’ll have plenty of other stories to tell them.

In life, like in software, too much planning and polishing hurts. It’s quite rare that someone discovers a gem of an idea, spends years turning it into reality and being a total hit.

The things we use most today, all started as rough products, that were then blessed by progressive improvement. Twitter, facebook, youtube, yahoo, gmail, telephones, TV, pens, paper, houses, clothes.

It’s through progressive improvement that relationships will grow. The first step is to plant a seed, take some action, make a choice!

The rest will follow.

Posted on the 9th of November, 2009 | 2 Smart Comments

The Night Ride

Tonight, Tudor pulled me out of my den. It all started with a text message and continued with his coming over to pick me up for a ride.

Seeing Timişoara at night, with clear streets, no angry drivers, no sad faces crawling about was just what I needed after a Flashing day. Also, seeing how some streets are a delight to drive down, seeing workers busy at night, making the town better, seeing the faded city lights through the blurred windows as we whooshed by was more than uplifting.

It was also relaxing to just sit down — in the car, obviously — and just chat about everything and nothing.

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I’ve spent the past two months setting my sleeping habits straight, waking up at twenty-five past seven, trying to go to bed before three in the morning, against my nature. Even doctors have been calling me a night person since I turned sixteen.

I may own my world all day long, but I still belong to the night.

Posted on the 30th of October, 2009 | 8 Exquisite Comments

It’s All About You, Baby!

Everything worthwhile will have its dilettantes!

Discos are a great example. Most people go to the disco to shake their ass. A lot of people go to the disco to find dates. That’s all fine and dandy, as long as you find your date while dancing. Or after you’ve danced for a while and you’re catching your breath.

Whatever you do, the first reason for your being in a disco should be dancing. That’s it. If you’re hoping to pick up someone, that’s fine too. Just don’t let that be the ONLY reason you’re there.

I say this because, if that is indeed the case, you probably don’t like dancing all that much. You’ll probably end up just standing there, creepishly checking out all the other people who are having fun. It’s just like going to the library to pick up a person. It only works well if you actually like reading. Otherwise you’re a fraud. People will see through that, eventually. And even if they don’t, what kind of relationship are you really starting? A one night stand? A one-weeker? Probably shallow, meaningless relationship?

Are you that desperate?
The best way to pick up people is by doing the things YOU like! If you don’t like to dance, don’t go to discos. If, however, you like football, go to the game. You’re bound to make a hell of a lot more new friends that way. If you like beer, you’ll probably feel right at home in a pub. And that’s where you’ll probably find your next date. And if you do, you’re probably great for each other, since you met each other doing something you both enjoy.

Don’t be the fucker in the disco that just sits by the dance floor, drooling over the tits and sweaty necks. Don’t be the fucker who goes to the opera just to be seen coming out of the opera house. Don’t be the fucker who grows long hair just because you think you’ll be a smash with the ladies. Don’t get your boobs done if you’re actually a bookworm.

Don’t try to be someone else to get a date. You’ll be left with nothing. Enjoy yourself, and those who matter will love you for it.

Posted on the 19th of October, 2009 | 17 Intelligent Comments

Football Blogmeet

Boy did we ever play football.

There were three types of players on the field:
The girls, with unbeatable tactics, and desirable decorations.
The boys, who played football when they were little, had fancy footwork and could score with their head.
And then there were the pussies, who spent their childhood pastime doing something else, apparently.

Naturally, I was the only one who fell into the latter category. That, and my disputed red/pink t-shirt accounted for my being on the girls’ team.
I was quickly joined by Moroi as goalkeeper and Cata, to even things our against te lads’ team.

I managed to score the first goal for the lasses, when it was three-null, after a very inspired pass from Dora. That was awesome, considering I had not scored since I was twelve or thirteen.

We had our fair share of injuries. Moroi was the first to fall, because of his bad knee. Then I had a massive collision with Dani. I was ok, but his nose was broken after that. I’m still sorry about that one, Dani. Rob, the blogless bit a chunk out of Cata’s shoulder when they collided, but they were both ok five minutes later.

The final score was ~~14 or 15 all~~… 10 all apparently, but that didn’t really matter. The funnies, the ‘marking’, the joy and the continuous running, or walking, we had outweighed the official result.

All stinky and sweaty, we then moved to Porto Arte. I got there and left right away, since my parents had just returned from their trip. So, while the footballers were all getting tipsy, celebrating their sore muscles, I was home, getting drunk with my folks.

I had a great time, all sores included. So I’d like to thank everyone. In no particular order, the players: Andrea, ily, Anda, Dora, Dani, Cata, Tomata, Paul, Ovi, Richie, Nuzzu, Luci, Rob, Moroi and yours truly.

I’m now waiting for the official ‘Zelist‘ from the blogmeet, the cheering fans list, and for pics from the game.

Posted on the 28th of September, 2009 | 10 Sexy Comments

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