Sunday, January 23, 2011

Life style !

What does it mean ? Is it the way you chose to live your life ? or perhaps is our life style part of the great appearance stunt ?
Appearance stunt ? of course we all act in society and this act is meant to mask some a frustration or unfulfilment. We see sophisticated people, high class brauds, walking around like they just won all distinctions known to mankind. This behavior is just an act and if you get to socialize you'll see what I'm talking about. We all see huge villas with fancy cars parked in front, golden lions guard the entrance, cheap Venus from Milo replicas in the garden, rare breed dogs ... these are signs that the owner might be a homo with a small knob, status symbols are meant to replace the consistency of the owner. Take the Versailles palace for example, everything is so pretty there, great gardens, nice architecture but the owners were HIV positive inbred decayed teeth stink ass flea bags ... high society ? fuck off !!!
If you fail as a person you need to compensate in one way or the other.
Real cool dudes also known as rock'n rollers don't need this bull crap, they will screw the hot chicks whenever they feel like and all the tough guys become fan-boys.
This is the case of Mr. Kilmister, he must be one of the meanest motherfucker out there ... actually 49% motherfucker and 51% son of a bitch to be more precisely. This guy's awesomeness comes back from the 60's when he was a special groupie for Jimi Hendrix. Why special ? because he was the one scoring amphetamines for him. Besides the great achievement of surviving the 60's as a groupie, touring the world several times with his outrageously bad ass band know under the name Motorhead he managed somehow to keep his feet on the ground. Now in his late 60's he lives in a rental apartment, plays video games, punches the shit out of any base guitar, drinks 12 bottles of JD for breakfast, smokes Marlboro red, hot women are miraculously attracted by him, spends days in some cheap musician pub ... all these when he is not touring the universe or teaches music to bands like Metallica. Ok ok my whole point is that you don't need to act like a fucking brat just for the sake of fitting into the high society. He can afford to be natural if you like him he likes you, if not don't even bother.
Some considered that Lemmy's life is interesting enough to be filmed ... here is the trailer:

If you want to see something honest watch this movie.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Friends, buddies, lovers, palls, relatives, good fellas

We celebrated my fiancees birthday the week before, our parents, grandparents, cousins and friends came over for a drink and a chit chat. I've always hated my birthday's for some reason, maybe because I tend to fly under the radar or maybe because I'm not comfortable with that much attention. While having a drink with our guests I was thinking about human emotions, behavior and of course how many of them are really available in the middle of the night to give a helping hand. I consider that the close relatives like parents, grandparents, cousins and so on can be called in the middle of the night and even if its kinda unpleasant they will be there for you without hidden intentions whatsoever. Blood relatives could be trusted but what about these people we call friends ?
Funny thing is that my friends are never there on such events, we don't need a reason to hang out and we don't pussy out when it come to give a hand. Still we had people over which were not family but friends ... my fiances friends. My feelings towards these people are awkward and I have my reasons. I only meet them on celebrations, trips, generally fun related activities but never when I have to move furniture. Even if they offer to help I'm not willing to accept because I'm not sure whats up.
There I was gazing into the a glass of dark beer thinking about the relationships based on a certain interest or benefit. Always thought that true friendship or a relationship between a man and a woman should be based on the perfect chemical/spiritual mix + the divine unknown ingredient ... but its not like this at all. The simplicity of our mere reality is cruel most of the times and yes all friendships, relationships follow a certain gain it doesn't have to be material. A friendship can be based on many things in which each part has a certain interest, some seek wealth, some seek wisdom, others like your humor, sex, psychological relief you name it. This made me reconsider the relationships between human beings and I consider friendships to be a way to exchange stuff.
Considering that the crap I wrote above is accurate than ... 2 identical individuals wont become friends just because there is nothing extra to gain. If people with the same goals work well together means that somewhere inside took place a successful negotiation and this could be love or the sweet taste of success, if the negotiation went wrong at some point friends become enemies ... people with same goals fighting for it instead of collaborating.
Back to our friends, probably we have to know each other better and find a way to trade.

I promised something rock and roll in my previous post ... next one !

can't get this song out of my melon

ta ta for now !

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

I killed 2010

2010 died like a rabid dog in terrible pain and somehow I managed to recover from a gaming addiction I had for the past four months. Even though stuff was happening in my life I was busy leveling my mage to ultimate badassery, of course after a while I realized that the time I spent playing can be used doing real things.
Been last September to a work related fair in Germany, it was the largest waste water/water supply equipment fair in the world. Seen some awesome things met interesting people and of course established connections with new business partners ... some of them are pretty cool, others suck ass with their company politics and suspicious behavior, the cunts wont trust Romanians, they must have their reasons considering that 90% of Romanian business men are shady fat ass thick necked crooks. Germany seems to be a decent country, clean, civilized but to neat for my taste, they clean and arrange stuff at night instead of sleeping. I had a revelation the last day there, food affects your taste in everything, after a week of eating 1 million types of sausages with cabbage, pork soup with pork stakes and pork desert, everything became clear ... high cholesterol food provides mucho energy. Germans wont change their high protein exclusively meat based diets and if they wont use the wind in their sails by organizing blitz krieg's they will clean shit up until it shines and also hump the brutes they like to call women.
Meet the German Paris Hilton:

she modeled for my camera while I had a walk in Munich.
Late September brought back an skanky celebration in my town, the so called "Chestnut festival". Imagine an average park overtaken by Gypsy traders which use the playgrounds, bushes as their personal toilets. In this urea stench filled atmosphere some trashy bands are performing in the background while everybody is munching meat balls. Some spend 3 days in this splendid ambiance and died afterward due to extreme cases of miserable character and low self esteem.
Some of our friends got married, nice wedding good fun and everything but somehow this reminds me of my fiancees cousin ... yep she managed to piss me off really bad before the wedding. For God knows what reason she paid us a visit, I was on my computer writing some stuff for my mother and she started picking on me how much of a computer nerd and hardcore gamer I am, I was like what the fuck ? why do you even bother talking to me ?
October was the worst month of 2010, usually I pride myself with my job and always used to love coming in the office but not anymore ... I'm fucking pissed off, demotivated, knackered and not willing to be a pleasant presence anymore. The young hot shots in the company wanted to make some changes, hired a professional grumpy fucktard to support the activity and in combination with a good for nothing associate they planned world domination. Suddenly a brilliant idea of a commercial office emerged were all the people involved in such activities should be put together in the same office ... even if they work for three different companies. 1st it was presented as a bad idea which I rejected because it wont be productive to work in a tensed environment. They finally managed to establish this super office ... so here I am with Pinky and The Brain in the same office. I must admit that I considered quitting this job just because I got pushed around like a piece of furniture but since I planned to immigrate in Canada and I need a certain continuity in the field of work here I am in this lethargic state. I kinda freaked out a little bit and the idea was that we should support each others activities, fine and dandy but there is a small problem ... the new guy was hired as a general manager for one of the companies but that wanker can't make the difference between a word and an excel document, cant type, does not speak English,German not sure about Romanian he asked me a few times how to spell certain words. I'm not willing to support such a douche's activity, he can screw himself with a broomstick I'm not paid for this and I'm pretty sure he makes 3 times more than I do.
Awesome !!! at the beginning of November a fairy came to me and told me I need to go to a training 2 consecutive weekends ... are weekends free ? what the fuck are you doing ? planing my free time in advance ? made a little bit of research about this training and it turned out it wont help my activity whatsoever because it was meant for people which want to start their own businesses. In an audience with the princess I explained that this was a waste of my time and it wont help, I received an arrogant answer "This is not a democracy" ... well ok fuck you then my revenge will be so sweet. Went to that retarded dumb ass training were a bunch of lame fucks
wasted my time. Fast forward !!! Christmas was quick the new years eve was not longer than 3 glasses of JD while barbecuing some ribs. Traveled to Hungary on the 1st January were one of our friend had a horrible kidney crisis, we spent the night in the emergency room and traveled back in the morning, the plan was to chilax in a SPA complex.
Next one will be about a movie I got yesterday and if you are a true rock'n roller you will love it !
but 1st check out these 2 geezers taking a piss on the young generation ... brilliant !!!

Banzai !!!