They're a rotten crowd. You're worth the whole damn bunch put together.

miercuri, 31 iulie 2013

Misha FUCKING Collins

Sau cum un amarat de tweet te poate distruge psihologic


Vad asta, ma entuziasmez, sun, beep beep beep beep in continuu fara vreun semn ca  o sa se intample altceva, astept, renunt, sun iar. Beep beep beep de vreo doua ori si se inchide. Sun iar, se inchide din prima. Sun inca o data, beep beep beep beep in continuu. Dau SMS-uri, ma dau cu capul de pereti ca nu locuiesc in America, ma calmez, merg sa ma informez, aflu ca pare sa fi fost vorba doar de un nenorocit de voicemail si imi dau seama pentru a nu stiu cata oara ca omul merita sa i se zica Misha Trollins. Fuck you too, Misha, fuck you too. 

Party :| .

EDIT. FUCKING EDIT. Aparent era numarul lui. Sau sunt oameni pe Tumblr care n-au ce face decat sa spuna ca au vorbit cu Misha. Whatever, nu mai inteleg nimic. Merg sa dau telefoane. 

EDIT II: Pai da. Am reusit si eu in sfarsit sa dau de casuta vocala. Era sa lesin la "Hello", bine ca m-am prins suficient de repede ca nu sunt cu Misha live la telefon, ca am niste chestii mai mult sau mai putin private deschise pe laptop si n-ar fi fost tocmai de dorit sa le vada ai mei. N-am lasat un mesaj. De ce? 
1. Si asa saracu' om a primit probabil vreo tona. Ma rog, l-a mancat sa-si dea numaru'.
2. N-aveam o intrebare despre GISHWES si, cetatean din Abnegatie cum sunt, n-am vrut sa micsorez sansele oamenilor care chiar aveau o intrebare despre GISHWES de a fi sunati inapoi de Misha. 
3. Nu stiam ce sa zic. Si mi-era teama sa nu incep sa urlu, in principiu pentru ca e 2 noaptea.

PS: Imi retrag toate injuraturile la adresa lui Misha din ultimele ~30 de ore.

duminică, 28 iulie 2013

Leapsa - Shine On!

1. Pune imaginea pe blogul tau.
Pai da.

2. Mentioneaza persoana care te-a nominalizat.

3. Spune 7 lucruri despre tine.
Sapte? SAPTE?! Nici nu cred ca stiu sapte lucruri despre mine care sa nu fie ultra-personale sau ceva.
1. Dati-mi un antagonist nebun si o sa-l shipuiesc cu unul din personajele principale.
2. Ma culc la ore aiurea. Sau ma trezesc la ore aiurea. Sau amandoua. Azi m-am culcat la 9-10 dimineata. Ma rog, am stat in pat de la 3 pana la 5, apoi am renuntat la a incerca sa adorm, m-am dus, mi-am facut micul dejun, am pierdut vremea pana la 9 si apoi m-am trantit in pat si am adormit brusc.
3. Mi-am petrecut ultima jumatate de ora cautand un ask pe Tumblr in care scrisesem 5 lucruri despre mine pentru ca nu-mi vine in minte nimic.
4. Viata mea din vacanta se invarte in jurul Tumblr-ului, al fandomurilor si al sentimentelor provocate de postari Harry Potter.
5. Ma mut la Bucuresti in septembrie. In sfarsit n-o sa mai fiu la 30 de kilometri de cea mai apropiata librarie decenta.
6. N-am gasit nicaieri un cooling pad suficient de mare pentru laptopul meu, asa ca improvizez.
7. Daca stau cu cineva pana dupa 2-3, incep sa ma port ca si cand as fi beata. Cateodata si mai devreme, dar doar in cazuri in care n-am dormit de ceva timp. I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE, I BELIEVE IN LOOOOVE... 

4. Nominalizeaza 15 persoane.



Quotes time!


Mda, vad un citat dintr-o carte, ma iau sentimentele, ma apuc de citit citate, postez citate din cartile mele preferate. Cate unul pe carte daca imi iese faza. Clasic.

The truth was that Jay Gatsby, of West Egg, Long Island, sprang from his Platonic conception of himself. He was a son of God — a phrase which, if it means anything, means just that — and he must be about His Father’s business, the service of a vast, vulgar, and meretricious beauty. So he invented just the sort of Jay Gatsby that a seventeen year old boy would be likely to invent, and to this conception he was faithful to the end.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, "The Great Gatsby"

I believe that everyone has it in them to kill another person. In desperation, or hatred, or at least to defend themselves.
Stieg Larsson, "The Girl Who Played with Fire"

There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or that our species ever did anything. There will be no one left to remember Aristotle or Cleopatra, let alone you. Everything that we did and built and wrote and thought and discovered will be forgotten and all of this will have been for naught. Maybe that time is coming soon and maybe it is millions of years away, but even if we survive the collapse of our sun, we will not survive forever. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that’s what everyone else does.
John Green, "The Fault in Our Stars"

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.
Chuck Palahniuk, "Fight Club"

A reader lives a thousand lives before he dies. The man who never reads lives only once.
George R.R. Martin, "A Dance with Dragons"


Lost in the solitude of his immense power, he began to lose direction. He was bothered by the people who cheered him in neighboring villages, and he imagined that they were the same cheers they gave the enemy. Everywhere he met adolescents who looked at him with his own eyes, who spoke to him with his own voice, who greeted him with the same mistrust with which he greeted them, and who said they were his sons. He felt scattered about, multiplied, and more solitary than ever. He was convinced that his own officers were lying to him. He fought with the Duke of Marlborough. "The best friend a person has," he would say at that time, "is one who has just died."
Gabriel Garcia Marquez, "One Hundread Years of Solitude"

On the morning after the battle, the crows had feasted on victors and vanquished alike, as once they had feasted on Rhaegar Targaryen after the Trident. How much can a crown be worth, when a crow can dine upon a king?
George R.R. Martin, "A Feast for Crows"

Explain to me why it is more noble to kill ten thousand men in battle than a dozen at dinner.
George R.R. Martin, "A Storm of Swords"

Power resides where men believe it resides. No more and no less.
George R.R. Martin, "A Clash of Kings"

Life is not governed by will or intention. Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play--I tell you, Dorian, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
Oscar Wilde, "The Picture of Dorian Gray"

Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. Make it your strength. Then it can never be your weakness. Armour yourself in it, and it will never be used to hurt you.
George R.R. Martin, "A Game of Thrones"


A stupid man is more prone to cabin fever just as he's more prone to shoot someone over a card game or commit a spur-of-the-moment robbery. He gets bored. When the snow comes and there's nothing to do but watch TV or play solitaire and cheat when he can't get all the aces out. Nothing to do but bitch at his wife and nag at the kids and drink.
Stephen King, "The Shining"

Power was my weakness and my temptation. It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it.
J.K. Rowling, "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows"

'As a general rule,'he had once said, 'people ask for advice only in order not to follow it; or, if they do follow it, in order to have someone to blame for giving it.'
Alexandre Dumas, "The Three Musketeers"


Age is foolish and forgetful when it underestimates youth.
J.K. Rowling, "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince"

It was easier to know it than to explain why I know it. If you were asked to prove that two and two made four, you might find some difficulty, and yet you are quite sure of the fact.
Arthur Conan Doyle, "A Study in Scarlet"

Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked so easily - weak people in other words-...
J.K. Rowling, "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix"

All sinners would be miserable in heaven.
Emily Bronte, "Wuthering Heights"

Differences of habit and language are nothing at all if our aims are identical and our hearts are open.
J.K. Rowling, "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire"

There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
William Shakespeare, "Hamlet"

The consequences of our actions are always so diverse, so complex, that it makes predicting the future very difficult, indeed.
J.K. Rowling, "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban"

 That was a memorable day to me, for it made great changes in me. But it is the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it, and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
Charles Dickens, "Great Expectations"

 It is our choices, Harry, that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
J.K. Rowling, "Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets"

 But you know who you are when you're on your own out there in all that emptiness. There's no past, no holding on to the scraps that are all you've got left. Everything is that minute, or maybe tomorrow, not yesterday.
Alexandra Ripley, "Scarlett"

It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live, remember that.
J.K. Rowling, "Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone"

 Talent is cheap; dedication is expensive. It will cost you your life.
Irving Stone, "The Agony and the Ecstasy"

My friend, pleasures to which we are not accustomed oppress us more than the griefs we are familiar.
Alexandre Dumas, "The Vicomte de Bragelonne"

 This is why dreams can be such dangerous things: they smolder on like a fire does, and sometimes they consume us completely.
Arthur Golden, "The Memoirs of a Geisha"

Vanity and pride are different things, though the words are often used synonymously. A person may be proud without being vain. Pride relates more to our opinion of ourselves, vanity to what we would have others think of us.
Jane Austen, "Pride and Prejudice"

Life's under no obligation to give us what we expect. We take what we get and are thankful it's no worse than it is.
Margaret Mitchell, "Gone with the Wind"





sâmbătă, 27 iulie 2013

Engleza asta...

Cateodata vreau sa ma transform in blog din ala anti-analfabetism. O sa trec peste chestiile din romana cu cratima, acordurile si mai stiu eu ce. Cu alea s-a obisnuit toata lumea. Problema mea din momentul asta e engleza. Frate, daca nu stiti engleza, nu va apucati sa vorbiti engleza in situatii in care e mai buna romana. Sau sa scrieti povesti/blog-uri/statusuri/whatever in engleza.
Sau, si mai rau, sa predati engleza. Eh, asta se intampla mai rar, dar, na, dupa ce mi-am dat palme in ultimul an din cauza profei simt nevoia sa comentez... Cica nu se zice: "I don't know where the money is.". Corect ar fi "I don't know where is the money.", ca doar ramane ca la intrebare, nu? Ca doar asa e si in romana. Ce daca dictionarele Oxford, Cambridge, Merriam-Webster si care mai vreti voi merg pe prima varianta? Ea a facut o facultate, fie ea si "Spiru Haret". Ea stie mai bine, draga. Ma rog, trecem peste, tipa era 'pila' cuiva si am scapat oricum de ea.

Asa, nu despre asta era vorba. Desi se leaga. Vedeti voi, ideea postarii mi-a venit din cauza unui concurs de scriere creativa de pe un forum. Utilizatorii fiind cam inactivi, au fost doar doua povesti si niciun comentariu. (Sistemul de vot implica voturi prin poll, mai putin importante, si voturi prin comentariu, care valoreaza mai multe puncte, dar pentru care, bineinteles, e nevoie si de ceva critica.) Buna si milostiva cum sunt, am decis sa ma chinui sa votez prin comentariu. Eh, tot eu am votat si luna trecuta, dar asta e.
Ma duc, citesc prima lucrare, o singura greseala de exprimare, scrisa bine, cu personaje relatable, etc. Vazand cat e de buna prima, ma asteptam  sa-mi fie greu sa aleg. Cand o vad pe a doua. Engleza, timpuri varza, topica varza, greseli de tastare, expresii traduse prost. O sa dau doar cateva exemple, eventual pun link la critica daca e cineva curios.
You are the oxygen I am breathing everyday <- Iei definitia 'de baza' a prezentului continuu si o intorci pe dos. "I am nu-stiu-ce-ing" inseamna ca fac actiunea de "a nu-stiu-ce" in momentul asta. Now. Acum. Nu tot timpul, nu in fiecare zi, nu o data pe luna, nu in fiecare an pe 27 iulie.  Acum.
Somebody told me is not my fault. <- It, ceva? Nu? Bine.
my precious star whom`s lighting the venomous path of my life. <- Whom's. Whom is. Whom is lighting. Stai, frate, unii nici n-au auzit de 'whom' si tu il folosesti pe post de subiect?
 Acum ajungem la partea mea preferata: traducerea.
 Copii, nu spun ca nu se zice "Asta apreciez la tine cel mai mult.", dar nu se zice si "This is what I am appreciating at you the most."
Mot-a-mot translations are pulling me out of my watermelons, asa ca aveti aici un mic ghid pentru traduceri:

Daca nu-ti vin ideile direct in engleza:
1 Scrie boalelor in romana.
2 Foloseste un dictionar.
Atentie, Google Translate nu e un dictionar. Google Translate e chestia cu care traduci tu din romana in engleza in prima faza, pentru ca apoi sa VERIFICI daca respectivul cuvant din engleza are exact sensul de care ai tu nevoie, folosind un dictionar. Anume unul explicativ.

Daca iti vin ideile direct in engleza, tot nu strica sa verifici din cand in cand.

Uite un dictionar. Uite alt dictionar.

***
Aveti exemple, ceva, ceva? Daca da, dati-le incoace, vreau sa rad.

miercuri, 24 iulie 2013

Haiku pentru BLQ



Am decis sa fac

o serie de haiku
cu legatura.

Draga BLQ,
mersi pentru desenul
tau cu Game of Thrones.

Jaime arata
cum mi-l imaginasem
fara TV show.


Jon e absolut
sexy. Imi place barba.
I really like him.

Daenerys e cool,
desi nu sunt chiar fana
de-a dragonilor.

Asadar, Blanket,
sa nu ti-o iei in cap, dar
esti absoluta.




vineri, 19 iulie 2013

Subiecte serioase

Cand mi-am facut blogul asta in urma cu doi ani si 3 luni, nu l-am facut doar asa, ca sa am si eu blog. Nimeni nu face asta, cel putin din cate stiu eu. L-am facut cu gandul c-o sa postez texte inspirationale si o sa le fac oamenilor viata mai buna. Ah, si ca o sa-mi dau cu parerea despre tot felul de teme destepte. Ma si vedeam discutand politica, sistemul de invatamant, religia si mai stiu eu ce. Nu ma intelegeti gresit, imi place foarte mult sa fac asta, dar nu destul de mult. Am ales ceva care chiar mi se potriveste: am inceput sa aberez. E mai interesant. Pentru mine.

Now back to work. In weekend am fost la Bucuresti si, ca un copil cuminte ce sunt, m-am dus cu maica-mea la Human Body, chiar daca eu mai vazusem o data expozitia. Asa... Aproape trecem din greseala de Antipa, ne intoarcem, oprim in parcarea din fata, dam sa trecem strada... Pe trecerea de pietoni: Dada in persoana. Indiciu: cea mai buna prietena a mea. Din 2 milioane de oameni sau whatever, tocmai ea. Seriously, man, what were the chances?

Dupa faza asta, am avut o saptamana relativ nasoala. Luni mi-a murit bunica. Nu va deranjati cu condoleantele, nu sunt tocmai afectata. Nu de alta, dar avea 91 de ani si era intr-o stare cam nasoala de vreo cateva luni. Altfel spus, ma asteptam.
Cum familia mea extinsa se reuneste doar la nunti si inmormantari, mi-am petrecut ultimele zile cu ai mei veri. Ma rog, nepoti, e complicat, am parinti batrani. In fine, veri. Le zic veri. Toate bune si frumoase, cu exceptia unei mici... scene. Ca tot omul, am si eu poze cu diverse chestii in telefon, printre care si John Barrowman & Scott Gill, NPH & David Burtka, Destiel, Wincest, Joker x Batman, etc. Acum, cand ii dau telefonul cuiva bineinteles ca nu ma deranjez sa le ascund prin vreun fisier secret. Asa ca se uita vara-mea (Pentru cunoscatori: Nu acea vara-mea.) prin galerie si da de una din aceste poze. Citez:
"Eww, tu chiar esti de acord cu faza cu gay-ii?"
Eu, sigura pe mine: "Da."
"De ce?"
*ton de "De ce nu?"* "Pai, pentru ca se iubesc."
Privirea dezgustata pe care am primit-o mi-a facut ziua.

Cam atat pentru azi, nu stiu ce sa mai zic si oricum mi-e somn.

miercuri, 10 iulie 2013

Thanks, Chuck!

Chuckilina, mersi mult pentru ajutoru' cu designu'.

At Luna's Wedding

At Luna's wedding, the whole of the front row seats was reserved for apparently no-one. Harry went up to her at the end of the service. "Luna, who was meant to sit there?" Luna turned her glassy eyes to him. "Oh, they did sit there. In a spiritual way, I suppose" she said. She pointed out the seats one by one. "Right. That one's for my mother, those are for your parents because I think I... would have liked them, that one is for Sirius, the one next to that was for Professor Lupin - they were friends, weren't they? - and thats for Tonks, then Fred Weasley, then Mad-Eye, then Professor Dumbledore, then Professor Snape. I hope they liked the wedding." She smiled and waved into what was seemingly empty space, before prancing off into the crowds. Harry had never felt so touched before.






miercuri, 3 iulie 2013

Despre...(?)

Okay, asta o sa fie o postare plina cu diverse idei fara legatura.

Nici macar pizza picanta nu mai e picanta. Adorabil. Avem patru pizerii in oras. Plus una care are reputatia de a fi plina de dubiosi. Din alea patru, unii fac pizza geniala, dar ii pun prea multa faina; unii o fac uscata (fara pic de sos), dar bunicica; unii au o singura pizza buna in tot meniul si ultimii, de la care mi-am comandat eu acum, o fac de-a dreptul plain si cu blatul mult prea moale. Mda, whatever.

Stiti senzatia specifica de creier prajit? Aia sunt eu acum. Pe bune, vreau sa fac ceva care sa nu implice pic de efort mental, doar ca eu nu prea fac chestii d-astea. Idei?

M-am bagat la Camp NaNoWriMo. Ceea ce inseamna ca nu o sa scriu un roman in 30 de zile. 31 chiar. Deja merge prost. Mi-am redus tinta de la 50000 de cuvinte la 25000 ca sa para ca merge mai bine.

M-am plictisit de Omegle. Parca s-a umplut de prosti in ultima vreme. N-am mai dat de nimeni interesant. Eh, oricum ma imprieteneam cu oameni, le ceream Skype-ul, mai vorbeam o data si dup-aia nimic.

Am luat 9,90 la romana si 9,70 la mate. Meh, not-so-epic fail. De fapt, nu-i rau, mai putin partea in care am gresit la mate de atenta ce-am fost. Trecem peste.

L-am terminat pe Cas de plus si a ajuns la Blanket. As pune si o poza, dar s-ar putea sa fac un tutorial si daca e o pun atunci.

Am ramas fara idei de ce sa mai scriu in postare.






marți, 2 iulie 2013

Legolas VS Balenele ucigase, live pe Yahoo

Intru si eu pe mess ca tot omul, se deschide chestia cu stirile, vad ceva legat de Hobbitul, dau click. Articol fara sens, probabil scris de cineva care n-a vazut filmul sau tradus cu Google Translate. 


Citez: Nici Orlando Bloom, care va apărea mai mult în „Hobbitul: Dezolarea lui Smaug”, alături de celebrul actor care îl interpretează pe Gandalf, nu a avut un final mai fericit, el căzând în lupta cu orcile. 


Un orc. Doi orci. Orcii. Legolas VS Orcu':



O orca. Doua orci. Orcile. Legolas VS Orca: