Razvan Blog

Azi primit mesaj ca am fost “tagged” de Andu aici.
Asa ca acu tre sa tagguiesc si eu:

Patru filme:
Amelie
Pisica alba pisica neagra (si toate de Kusturica)
1984
Zbor deasupra unui cuib de cuci

Patru mancaruri:
Ciorba de gaina de tara
Sosuri+/-Paste
FastFood (Mac, Pizza)
Cartofii de toate felurile

Patru carti:
Adam si Eva, Liviu Rebreanu
Poezii (Eminescu, Blaga, N. Stanescu…)
De ce iubim femeile, de Cartarescu (nu mi-am dat seama si inca ma mai intreb)
nu-mi mai vine in cap ceva care sa ma fi marcat.

Patru locuri in care mi-ar placea sa fiu:
Pe o plaja cu putina lume, dimineata (Vama Veche)
La munte
In pat, sa dorm.

Patru locuri in care am fost in vacanta:
La tara (campie)
La munte
La mare
Mai avem si alte forme de relief ?

Patru pagini pe care le vizitez zilnic
(nu se pune weekendu)
Google
zeppelindesign.com
Siteurile mele: FlySoft si galeria foto

Patru joburi pe care le-am avut:
N-am avut atatea, doar:
FMI
EEU
zeppelindesign.com.

Patru locuri in care am locuit:
La tara.
Bucuresti.
Si atat…

Mai departe. Oricine vrea, nu prea stiu bloggeri. De exemplu Nirvana.

Am fost la muzeul figurilor de ceara de la Teatrul National. Puteti vedea poze in galeria de aici. Pozele nu prea mi-au placut cum au iesit ca bausem bere si imi cam tremura mana…

Munca dauneaza grav sanatatii

Ora 19.00. Incepuse sa se însereze ÅŸi să se lase frigul. Becurile stâlpilor care se aprinseseră pe stradă combinate cu farurile maÅŸinilor ÅŸi ceaÅ£a din jur dăteau o lumină bolnăvicioasă, gălbuie… Ma urc în tramvaiul 41. Nu prea am mai circulat cu tramvaiul ăsta de când lucram la PiaÅ£a Presei Libere. Pe atunci, în fiecare dimineaţă, era o fată de vreo 14-15 ani care cerÅŸea în tramvai cântănd cu acordeonul. Mai apăreau ÅŸi alÅ£i cerÅŸetori uneori… dar pe ea o vedeam cel mai des. Nu prea era frumoasă, avea o figură aproape băieÅ£oasă, dar ochii verzi ÅŸi curaÅ£i cum numai la unele Å£igănci am vazut.
Azi, la intrarea în pasajul Lujerului se aude o voce în tramvai. Cânta ceva de viata, lume, bani, saraci… ÅŸi nu mai ÅŸtiu ce. Mă uit. Era unu cu un picior îndoit în spate de la genunghi. Tramvaiul intră în pasaj. Stâlpii fug la câţiva centimetrii de geam, luminile alternează la fiecare secundă, cerÅŸetorul cu piciorul îndoit trece prin faÅ£a mea, cere milostenie ÅŸi mă priveÅŸte în ochi. Nu am unde să întorc privirea. Mai aveam zece mii în buzunar pe care îi pastram in cazul în luam maxi-taxi. Nu îi dau. Trece mai departe. IeÅŸim din tunel. Vocea lui nu se mai aude. Cobor.
Mi-e dor de fata cu acordeonul.

Where the dark darkness is darker than the darkest dark…

I’m so goth, in preschool, the only crayon I used was black.
I’m so goth I use black cotton balls.
I’m so goth I dyed my shadow black.
I’m so goth my pupils are black.
I’m so goth my black is blacker than your black. I call it “black black.”
I’m so goth, whenever I walk into a room, all the lights go out.
I’m so goth the people in the grocery store have refused to sell me any cereal other than Count Chocula.
I’m so goth people ask me to AUTOGRAPH boxes of Count Chocula.
I’m so goth people touch me and they BECOME goth. They say, “Oh no, now I’m goth!”
I’m so goth I wear sunglasses when I open the refrigerator.
I’m so goth I don’t paint my nails black–I bash them with a hammer.
I’m so goth I died and didn’t notice.
I’m so goth, whenever I knock on somebody’s door they give me candy.
I’m so goth I write everything on black paper with a black pen in the dark and can never read what the hell I’ve written!
I’m so goth, I’m not only “goth,” but also “gothe” “goff” “gawth” “gauwth” “gothic” “gothik” “gothique” and “gawfickk” and soon I hope to be “gauewthickueu.”
I’m so goth I offered to sell my soul to the devil and he wouldn’t take it!
I’m so goth, when I stop pouting, people ask, “What are YOU so happy about?”
I’m so goth, when I go outside, the sun sets.

goth #1: I’m so goth the smile muscles in my face have atrophied.
goth #2: I’m so goth the smile muscles in my face never GREW.
goth #3: What’s a smile?

I’m so goth, when I was born, the doctor asked me, “What’s with the shades?”
I’m so goth I say things like “eternally yours in darkness” and “love and darkness” and “may the eternal darkness of the abyss enrapture and enshroud you in its infernal sickly sweet embrace.”
I’m so goth I’m a mime.
I’m so goth I don’t use fabric softener, because I like pain.
I’m so goth I’m shocked by heterosexuality.
I’m so goth I set off airport metal detectors from ten feet away with all my jewelry.
I’m so goth I have rigor mortis whenever I’m with my girlfriend.
I’m so goth I smoke cloves in the shower.
I’m so goth I killed myself . . . twice.

goth #1: I’m so goth a little rain cloud follows me wherever I go and rains on me.
goth #2: I’m so goth I AM the rain cloud.

I’m so goth my diapers were pvc.

goth #1: I’m so goth I got a tattoo of celtic knotwork starting at the top of my head, winding all the way down my body, and trailing five feet behind me on the floor.
goth #2: I’m so goth I AM a tattoo.
goth #3: I’m so goth my name is “Tattoo” and I was on Fantasy Island.

goth #1: I’m so goth I got my medulla oblongata pierced.
goth #2: I’m so goth I got my mom pierced.

I’m so goth it takes me an hour and a half to get dressed.
I’m so goth it takes me longer to get UNdressed.
I’m so goth I’m dead.
I’m so goth I think electrical tape is a fashion accessory.
I’m so goth I carry black food dye around in case I have to eat anything that’s not black.
I’m so goth I look like Michael Jackson.
I’m so goth, in preschool, all my drawings were titled, “DEATH.”
I’m so goth, in high school, all my papers were titled, “DEATH.”

goth #1: I’m so goth my mom is a ninja.
goth #2: I’m so goth all ninjas are my mom.

I’m so goth, as soon as I was born I put eyeliner on. And I put on too much.
I’m so goth I slather on spf 45 before I open the refrigerator.
I’m so goth I think Jesus might have been a vampire.
I’m so goth I wore corsets in preschool.

goth #1: I’m so goth I wonder if my dog’s collar would look better on me.
goth #2: I’m so goth I KNOW my dog’s collar looks better on me.
goth #3: I’m so goth I stole my dog’s collar.

I’m so goth, when I was born, I asked for a light for my clove.
I’m so goth I ate a Happy Meal . . . because I like to live dangerous.
I’m so goth little kids are mesmerized by my appearance.
I’m so goth parents leg their kids when they see them mesmerized by my appearance.
I’me soe gothe ie thinke puttinge e’se one thee endse ofe mye wordse ise medaevale ande deepe.
I’m so goth I’ve been banned.
I’m so goth I don’t take my medications, so I can be more goth.
I’m so goth, when I was born the doctor slapped me and I didn’t cry.
I’m so goth I make flowers wilt.
I’m so goth I like them better that way.
I’m so goth I punched a care bear.
I’m so goth I think saying “oh my goth” is cute.
I’m so goth, when I smile people ask me what’s wrong.
I’m so goth little old ladies in walkers cross the street to insult me.
I’m so goth I keep getting hit on by necrophiliacs!
I’m so goth I rooted for Gargamel.
I’m so goth I practice my blank stare in the mirror.
I’m so goth I tried to be a hippie once and hugged a tree–and it died.
I’m so goth that when I moved into Mr. Roger’s neighborhood, he moved away!
I’m so goth I pierced both my nipples–does that shock you?–then I went to the genetic engineering lab and had my genetic structure altered to grow another nipple, then I had THAT one pierced.
I’m so goth I have carpal tunnel syndrome from constantly putting the back of my hand to my forehead.
I’m so goth that whenever I walk into a room, you hear “Toccata and fugue in D minor.”
I’m so goth I listen to The Sisters of Mercy and Bauhaus simultaneously at midnight in a graveyard sitting in a pentagram surrounded by candles . . . and oh, there’s a full moon . . . and then I die. And then I come back to life. And then I die again . . . tragically.
I’m so goth I have actually seriously uttered the phrase, “the darkest dark of the dark darkness.”
I’m so goth I tried to use Cheer . . . it cried.

goth #1: I’m so goth, when I’m sleeping people come and check my pulse.
goth #2: I’m so goth I don’t have a pulse.

I’m so goth I know what pvc stands for.
I’m so goth the people at the suicide hotline have asked me to stop calling.
I’m so goth I wear pvc pajamas.
I’m so goth I’m catholic.
I’m so goth nuns and priests resent me because I look cooler in black than them.
I’m so goth tan lines are a sin.
I’m so goth I was adopted by the Addams family.
I’m so goth people keep asking me if I feel okay.
I’m so goth the dark is scared of ME.
I’m so goth I know how to spell Siouxsie & The Banshees correctly.
I’m so goth I . . . wear . . . my . . . sunnnnnglasses at night (sung with a Corey Hart pout).
I’m so goth I became a fisherman, just so I could use fishnets.
I’m so goth the various and sundry layers of my Gothness are profoundly horrified of each other.
I’m so goth, my dog goes “bauhaus, bauhaus!”
I’m so goth, my car goes “ankh, ankh!”
I’m so goth I sleep UNDER my bed.
I’m so goth, Robert Smith asked ME for my autograph.
I’m so goth that when I was a kid I used to sit in a trashcan and pretend I was Oscar the Grouch.
I’m so goth I got a 12-pack of absinthe.
I’m so goth I don’t eat gummy bears, I eat “glummy bears.”
I’m so goth I spend every waking moment, every breath, in contemplation of Goth. The totality of my being is at one with the essence of Goth.
I’m so Goth I dot my i’s with frowny faces.

goth #1: I’m so goth I changed my name to Mystryss Darque Wintyr Nyght Rayn Ravyn.
goth #2: I’m so goth I don’t have a name. I’m just “goth.”

I’m so goth all I do is sit around and talk about how goth I am.
I’m so goth I always use the word “goth” instead of “got.”
I’m so goth every sentence I say has the word “goth” in it.

I’m so goth I’m the only person who understands what goth REALLY is, and I’m not telling you!

Am descoperit extensia Deepest Sender pentru Firefox si acum pot adauga texte pe blog fara sa mai fie nevoie sa intru in interfata de admin. Super

Analize trafic.
Desi nu ma prea incred in Alexa.com la url-ul de aici arata ca 3% din totalul traficului care se face catre lx.ro este directionat catre blogul meu. Very nice. Da tot nu cred ca site-ul de stiri are numai 1%. …Si cine dracu e manzotti ?
In orice caz de la lansare pana acum siteul a avut 385 de vizitatorii cu tot cu robotii motoarelor de cautare. Cam slab.

Mi-am pus niste muzica din anii 70 si am inceput sa navighez pe net prin bloguri. Dateam click pe toate linkurile si citeam ce gaseam. Am pornit, bineinteles, de la Google, de la primul link Vivi’s Blog (Vivi o chema pe cateaua vecinilor mei de la tara cu care ma jucam cand eram mic mi-a placut numele). Am gasit o gramada de siteuri interesante. De la siteuri serioase ale unor manageri de firma la siteuri-banc, precum sictir.org. Mi-au placut blogurile: lui Radu Ionescu (interesant si Vlad Stan), Orlando (din categoria business) sau http://www.nenorocitu.ro/ si http://dbrom.ro/owlspotting/. Mai am gasit multe pe care le-am pus in coada pentru citire.
Ca o concluzie as putea spune ca blogosfera romanesca are multe de oferit pentru cei care stau sa caute si sa citeasca. Tocmai mi-a venit o idee de site dar probabil ca iar s-a gandit Google inainte si peste o saptamana-doua o sa aud ca lanseaza un nou serviciu identic cu ce vreau eu (mi s-a mai intamplat de doua ori). Din pacate blogurile personale nu sunt destul de mult promovate si deschise. Cand intri pe un blog, daca nu il cunosti pe autor personal, ai un fel de stanjeneala in a pune comentarii, cel putin asa simt eu.
Dupa ce am citit nu pot decat sa incurajez pe toata lumea sa-si faca blog (dar, please, nu pe yahoo).