torek, 13. januar 2009

Kam bi pa vi radi odšli in morda tam ostali?

Vsak od nas ... ali pa se vsaj tako zdi (ko je ura po polnoči;) ima nek kraj, za katerega verjame, da je nekako .. njegov, svet zanj/-o. Da se malce jasneje izrazim: kraj, kamor bi rad šel in za katerega je v močnih dvomih, da ne bi morda tam celo ostal. (Dvojno zanikanje, Slovenija moja doma, yeah!)

Milo se mi je storilo pri srcu (in zdaj se mi bo še šampon, ko tole pišem), ko sem poslušal in gledal enega prejšnjih postov o levjem kralju (This land) - me namreč vedno spomni na Afriko (gee, I wonder why?). Kot nekakšno slonje pokopališče. Ma ne, to ne, ker želim umreti čez 101 ob sončnem zahodu nekje drugje (not telling:). Bolj recimo, me Afrika privlači kot dežela, kjer bi rad delal, živel. Tako, med "lokalci". (Ki nosijo Nike zgulene superge in Adddidass hlače iz 90-ih).

In vi? A bi? A si/ste? Egipt ima že kljukico pri meni, a to je malodane Arabski svet, skorajda nima veze z Afriko, če izvzamem pokrajino Nubijo (?) na skrajnem jugu, od koder se Nambiske (?) peščine res lepega peska razprostirajo do Sudana ...

Skrbijo me edinole lepi sončni zahodi.. In iskreni nasmehi .. ter živi ljudje, igrivi otroci, onesnažena in kristalno čista voda, ..., zvoki živali ponoči, nosorogi, Serengeti, Nairobi, Kilimanjaro, kotlina Kongo, Slonokoščena, vonj jasmina, kolibriji, sloni in levi, domorodci, ki še lovijo z loki in pojejo .. in plešejo. Ter ploskajo, predvsem ploskajo in bobnajo ...

To me resnično skrbi.
Pa ne zato, ker zaradi zgornjih besed tja ne bi šel - ne, zato, ker se zaradi njih od tam ne bi več vrnil. ;)

Feel free to comment - Komentiraj, bitte;)

petek, 9. januar 2009

My whale and I ... not what you think

The world wanted plastic.
Was said by the ever-green (ha, irony) George Carlin (click for the you-tube), now I diminish it's importance (not really) by saying it out loud (ha, irony - IT'S A BLOG, FOR F*'S SAKE!!") as an intro to a new post.

It actually happened. I know it's kind of silly, and I can hear a lot of doubts and debates being created over this in the upcoming years (months or minutes more likely), but I'll still say it. (If you really want to know what it is, you should just scroll down cause it will take me a while.)

I never painted the streets red - I painted them with GUT! ;) Yeah - successfully installed the Game of the Year .. 1998 more like it;) HALF-LIFE 2. Oh, yeah, baby!
What is more, I did it on the PC, the home computer (not The Big L - Laptop) and thus my creations will soon be obliterated - for Nothing is coming and soon all of the Alagaësia will be .. err ... Narnia will be .. err ... Neverland? Wait, i have it: Fantasia or Fantastica (yeesh)!

Eraser (not The One with Swarzi) is soon to Strike ... the domicile of the once humble me. Well, to say plainly, yes, infested by the evil virus-like creature from Inner Space, the First Frontier, the Doorstep to ... well, World Wide Web (some credit for which, Al Gore can actually take).

The purpose of this writing is to say:
I'm sorry. But not really. I mean, I am - for I have spoken a lot, too much even (boastfull in the dictionary has my picture under it for 2008) and not always in the best interest of the little people. Desiderata is what I mean. (The actual 'poem' here.)

But, alas (or better - fortunately!), I had a great time nevertheless. From August till December, November, I've been having my ... second puberty and oh, boy! it was wild:)
So - in the words of great Bilbo Baggings, I say it again:
(Here's the link I found during the search for the quote itself - a rather useful link, one (a complete wacko for theonering.com, I sould say - The Bag End.)
It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory on that occasion. I was only fifty-one then, and birthdays did not seem so important. The banquet was very splendid, however, though I had a bad cold at the time, I remember, and could only say ‘thag you very buch’. I now repeat it more correctly: Thank you very much for coming to my little party. Obstinate silence. They all feared that a song or some poetry was now imminent; and they were getting bored. Why couldn’t he stop talking and let them drink his health? But Bilbo did not sing or recite. He paused for a moment.
Source: EXCERPT, "A LONG-EXPECTED PARTY" from LoTR, from the DEL REY page.


So ‘thag you very buch’ ;) All for coming to the New Years Party - it was splendid. A couple of people almost got shot by the lopsided rockets, but hey! Life's a journey, not a destination, eh? :) (A sad journey it would be, to go to the hospital on the New Year's;)

Thank you very much: Dear All, you've stuck with me through my times of ravishing. It is now upon me to return the favor, it should seem;)
Oh, and - about the Whale - I was about to write something about the pencil sharpeners, since I just threw one away and had to suppress the happy thoughts of jubilation and wild cheers, ringing in my head (for I do not throw up .. er ... away things so easily;) but I will have that in mind for one of the posts in the upcoming years, days, nights, ... probably nights, now that I come to think about it.

Well, the whale (ie, my desktop) and I wish you a 'bery habby New Year 2009'!

četrtek, 1. januar 2009

Mail neznanemu prijatelju

Hej!

Sklepam, da sva se vseeno slišala v zadnjih dneh (meni so se noči zlile z dnevi in dnevi med seboj spojili v neverjetne objeme in res ne vem, kje je bilo kaj ...)

Jah, tudi jaz slutim, da bom letos še (2009) veliko šetkal po mestu.
Sam ... in z razpokami na zunanji strani ovoja od srca, ki pa še vseeno bolijo.
Morda se pa vmes srečava kdaj.

Dobro, da imam vsaj eno stvar fiksno, ki me pomirja - telovadba 2 na teden.
Vse ostalo je tolk v luftu, ej, matr vola, ej!

Nič, danes nisem ravno najboljše volje oz. sem bil do nekega trenutka.
Pa sem preveč utrujen za branje Lorda, se mi res ne ljubi ...
na tv. .. film gledat mi tudi ni. Streljal bi aliene v špilu za komp, pa ne dela, iz neznanih razlogov, bah!

Jaz se vdajam noči. Spet.
Prekleto srce. In "nespečnost".
Še dobro, da je svet izumil akohol in da ga je še vedno kaj najti po novem letu.