Make love not wa... oh shit.

The Gay Bomb is an informal name for a potential non-lethal chemical weapon, which a U.S. Air Force research laboratory speculated about producing.

In one sentence of the document it was suggested that a strong aphrodisiac could be dropped on enemy troops, ideally one which would also cause "homosexual behaviour".

After bombing people out of their closets, the 2008 gay parade might take place in Iraq.

Welcome to the village of

Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch




Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch is a village on the island of Anglesey in Wales. It is best known for having the longest officially recognised place name in the United Kingdom, and one of the longest in the world.

The village's long name was contrived in the 1860s for the prestige of having the longest name of a railway station in Great Britain, and could not be considered an authentic word in the Welsh language. A translation into English would yield "St Mary's church in the hollow of the white hazel near to the rapid whirlpool and the church of St Tysilio of the red cave".


Ok. Now you know. I wonder what the IDs of the inhabitants of Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch look like.
I guess no one will ever write any songs or poems to that village.

Let Spidy live!

ok. please help me out with this one.

i was yesterday night in the wonderfully equipped monoprix, searching for some matchbox helicopter, milk and cookies. and then i saw this. SPIDERMAN! well, not him, but a drawing of him on this miniature vehicle box.



-SHORT BREAK-

a colleague just came in the office and asked if i accidentally had a refrigerator with me;
the answer was no. sorry, but i don't have a refrigerator with me. it looks like he found one two offices down the corridor; how silly of me to leave the fridge at home in the kitchen; what was i thinkin?

-BACK TO SPIDY-




The box contained the AMAZING SPIDY CAR!

Ok. Spidy car. WHY?! It makes a kid confused. Why would Spiderman need a car for? Isn't he like cool and shit with his "uuuu... look at meeeee, i'm a fuckin cool urban tarzan?" Why would he need a car for? For his family? Is he attending a parade? Spidy and friends fishing adventures?

And Spiderman needs to get somewhere FAST (that's what the term of superhero usually stands for) What if he gets stuck in traffic? (yea yea i know... batman has a car and he never gets stuck in traffic - that's because batman goes out at night - how the hell would he see the bat-signal on the sky if it's daylight?) Then what? Leave the car there and go? And when he goes he realizes he didn't need the car in the first place. So he goes on and steals a scooter. Or a bike. Vrooom! Spiderman to the rescue!

UNLESS! this car is from the beginning of Spiderman's career, when he was operating in a village.

Yeeees. A village.

All the great people started in god-forsaken villages somewhere. it's classic. And in a village, you can't just jump from house-roof to house-roof. Disappointing for the fans. (and very confusing for the cows) You would need something to take you somewhere. FAST. Trop vite! Of course, a car wouldn't go around unnoticed in a village. Especially if it's colourful and technologically cool. That's why he would have a barn for it.

Yes, a village. Terrible place to fight crime, the village.

"Spidy! We need you! A duck's been stolen!"
"Spidy! You saved our lettuce from the evil rabbits! You're our hero!"
"Quickly! Someone call Spiderman! I think I'm missing a sheep!"
"Spiderman! Take me to the barn and make sweet love to me!"


Mary Jane would be called Gretel or smth; or, romanianly speaking, Måria; And Spidy would get her knocked up and one day, Måria's father would take Spidy to show him... LAND!

"Look Spiderman... Can I call you... Spiderson?"

"aham."

"Look Spiderson... Look at all this LAND! LAND! One day... this will be all yours! You'll be able to grow all the corn you want! ALL! Can you imagine that? And go to the market and sell it for the best price and come back where Måria will cook you and your kids a good dinner. Aaah... Future seems bright for you Spiderson... Spiderson?"


And that was when Spidy realized he always liked to hear cars honking. MANY cars honking. The car stayed there. And, as they say... the rest is Marvel.

This toy set is only the result of the rich imagination of some Chinese guy.

Make love not photoshop.

Jay discovers

Good morning.

Today's freshly discovered product: Human-flesh flavored TOFU. Yes. It's real. Discovery of Jay. It exists and it's called Hufu. And it tastes like me, like you, you, you, you and you. And you. Yes, like you too. to be more specific, like everything with eyes and mentally capable of reading these very lines. (unless you have a very smart cat)

Fuck, it would be like eating myself. i'll probably need to eat it with a fork, just to know when to bloody stop. It could be quite useful, this Hufu thing. How else could you possibly afford keeping a zombie hamster? or a zombie parrot.

"Polly wants a brain. Polly wants a brain."
"shut up! have some HUFU, stupid parrot!"

it'd make a delightful finger food for cannibals now, wouldn't it? i heard recently that the government of Papua New Guinea was very sorry and apologized in the name of their not-so-long-ago ancestors for eating all those christian missionaries. he, i remember talking about this with a friend last time i was home (and now i'll switch to romanian - it's probably because of my romanian half, sorry for that)

da bå. cik cum pula mea sa iesi frate la vorbitor si så zici: ne pare råu ca v-am mancat. sorii. nu mai facem.
ei bine - zice el - imagineaza-ti-i atunci bå - baietii fericiti cu fetze blajine si cu crucea mare dupa ei - "Come all and embrace the Lord!".
ce-or fi zis canibalii -eeee! ia uite si la åla, a venit si cu protzapu dupå el. parfum!

Hufu. Eat man, man!




ps: hufu's website closed in 2006 because "he world has moved on past hufu, and the
site was more expensive to run than it was worth" - the founder Mark Nuckols said. sad.

A short intermission

So.

It looks like a blog, serves as a blog and blogs like a blog because it's not a duck.
It is, indeed, a blog.


Now it's Paris.
We are here to drink wine, eat cheese and do some advertising. It's Alex and me, proud students of Miami Ad School Hamburg, doing a 3 months internship at Saatchi Paris and TBWA\.
Alex is half Russian, half German and I'm half Romanian, half Romanian. We both came from Hamburg (i guess memories and experiences from those times will make themselves read later) and now we're living this wonderful quarter-away experience.

Although i hate repeating myself, now we're in Paris. Although i hate repeating myself, now we're in Paris.

What now? What comes next?

This picture cannot be explained

alex was so kind to send me this photo one morning, about one month ago. it's still hanging on the door to our office. or the door to our office still hangs on to the photo.

just like the Saatchi building which is 10 feet away from a leaf.

Furculision

Nu stiu cine e Bison, da' pare ciumec.

Integrama cu dragoste

scrie un mesaj persoanei iubite si acesti zei ii fac o integrama.

undeva, in spatele unui birou la posta, ana zambeste si scrie Ionel intr-o inimioarå la sfarsitul caietului unde are trecute preturile noi la timbre.
frumos. frumos.

Finally

And internet's legs spread open, someone shouted PUSH! and ta-naaa, congratulations... it's a blog.
don't breast-feed it cuz you might mess up your keyboard.

I actually wanted it to be on Wordpress. That didn't work out for some strange "i know this e-mail so fuck off" reasons so here I am. And it's not that bad actually. It's nice. Nicer than wordpress. SIMPLER! And a blog still.

Not much of a first post but hey, better than "fuck it, i'll do it tomorrow". a whole damn year full of "fuck it, i'll do it tomorrow."
Not anymore.

So.

It starts here.
Still in Paris.