Barbie dolls

Right foot going forward and left; vice-versa. All steps touching the ground on the same straight line. High heels doesn't make it any easier. Mini skirt, pink. Top, pink. With or without bra underneath. Face filled with make up. Wearing shades. Hair color is either natural blond or bleached blond. Insides of skull: rotten and unused for some time. In one word: barbie doll.

She is a strange specie of the urban homo sapiens. They usually do not walk alone but, as the Bobel Prize Winner P!nk said, "in packs of two and three", often carrying "itsy-bitsy doggies". They are fiercely territorial, often guarding their males with ferocious attacks with their claws, teeth and heels.

If one would like to mate with a barbie doll, he would need to:

1) Get in touch with her, start a conversation. Try to make jokes and discuss a topic that does not take too much mental power. Once this is passed, you can keep on ranting, because she will not be listening anymore. She will study your movement, muscles and other physical features.

2) Call her. A lot. A whole damn lot. Discuss things like "I like you. I like you more. No, I like you more. No me. No, me!" and "It's late, please hang up now. No, you hang up. I'm not gonna hang up, so you hang up." If 2 hours pass without you calling her (on the cellphone, we're modern now), your chances of mating will drop, and it can only be reraised with

3) Gifts. They should be, in most cases, very sparkly. Something attracts them to sparkly things.

In some situations, you will have to do more things, but this rarely happens. When things go perfectly, you can mate right after step 1. In very good cases, by step 2. In normal surroundings, the third step will be enough.

This scientific study will continue some time later, after we receive word from several universities and phychology specialists around the world that we have enquired about this growing porblem.

Death by cell phone radiations.

Bird Flu

Is only 5 kilometers away from me!! No serious, take a good look at where I live, then watch the news. Yup, in a place called Codlea, 5 km from Brasov.

How are the people feeling like here? Well, the buying of chicken in the country has been reduced to half, many stores/factories feeling it. In fact, the place where it was first spotted was a chicken factory with 120.000 chickens; they can't even kill them all. The people are aware of what the flu can do, and stay away from it. Though, the rural population fears it greatly, first because they are not well informed, secondly because, if somebody finds a dead chicken in their home, they hide it quickly and either burn it or bury it. Once the police or vets find a bird, they kill ALL the lifestock of this kind in the entire village, and start searching in nearby locations for signs of the flu.

And this is a good thing. Why? Well, you, my friend, benefit from it. Look at Turkey and how are they handling it:

Villager: Ohmigosh, a dead bird!! H5N1 has been confirmed on it!!!
Turkish Government: Meh.

We, Romanians, neutralize and quarantine the place immediatly, days before it is confirmed. You people should be glad, we are the gateway of the bird flu towards Europe.

And now some data about the problem: yesterday morning, there were 10 pest holes. 5 hours later, there were 12, today at school a friend of mine told me there were 16. Just now I looked on a news site, there were 18. By the time you read this, be sure that there even more. Why? Because there already are 23 (!) suspicions. There are 11 people suspected to carry the disease in just 3 days.

The situation is bound to get even more nasty in the next few days or maybe even weeks.


Death by bird flu.

Champions League Final '06

Damnit! Why Barcelona? I mean, Ronaldinho IS the best football player at the moment, and there's a reason why they are called the "aliens". Maybe they needed this title, maybe they didn't. What I'm trying to say is: remember Real Madrid in '03 - '04? They were the best team on the planet, no one could deny it. But then they used their popularity to buy the hottest players in Europe at that time, like Beckham and Zidane. Then what happened? They lost their team unity, the smoothness of their play. Nothing truly important has been heard from them since then.

I like Arsenal. Mainly because I love british football. Even though Wenger's choice of creating an all foreigner team somewhat dulled the feeling, I respect because ... well, look where he got to! Though, in this game, he used (as I recall) two english players, so maybe a slow comeback will start.

Barcelona won, and that is that. It was a beautiful game, truly worthy of such a final. Let's look up to next year. If Barca wins again, I'm afraid they'll go the same path as Real Madrid.

Now that's a scary thought.

Death by football euphoria.

Sore Throat

Yeah, yeah, yeah ... nothing much for now. Wait until tomorrow or later for some *real* posts. Today I'm not in the mood. Got a really sore throat. Feels like someone sliced my neck from within with a poisoned dagger.

Death by sore throat

//And just for future references, I'm not emo. Just wanted a theme ... heh, more like something to end my rants with. Goes along quite well, as you can see above.