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ponedjeljak, 01.10.2007.

it's a particularly worriesome matter when looking at the screen causes stabbing pains in the backs of one's eyes. all the more so when the blasted venetians have just conquered your recently aquired citadel in naples and denmark, who helped secure this victory, is under the gaeas of the pope.

all the same, this year's 25 fps is somewhat...pathetic. i dalje stoji da bi 80% filmova bilo neizmjerno gledljivo i zanimljivo da su upola kraći. a i ono. shvaćam da neki ljudi ne znaju možda najbolje engleski i sve to, ali zaista ne bi trebalo bit teško nać nekog tko je u stanju prevest pet rečenica. iako, donekle žalosnije jest to da kanađani lošije pričaju engleski od hrvatske voditeljice. goddamn cheese-eating surrender-monkey colony. čak ni englez nije bio u stanju složiti koheretnu jednostavnu proširenu rečenicu, ali mislim da je to zbog ispijanja droge, as opposed to neznanju engleskog. što zapravo nije istina, kao što se pokazalo nekoliko dana kasnije, kada je retrospektiva takoreći chris shepherda bila jedina normalna projekcija na kojoj sam dosad bio. zabavna, štoviše. my only problem with the man is that he has no moustache. but because I am a benevolent god, i shall give you links! well. a link. and i charge you with finding me more chris shepherd movies online! go!

there was also a german called matthias. but he was more of a hans, if you ask me. and he talked about his movies. for 24 minutes. i had a stopwatch. i then managed to watch one of his movies, lasting 20ish minutes, before admitting surrender and going home.

i'm not very clear on the adjective "pretzel". i used to be under the impression that "pretzel" indicated the shape of the bread thingy. but now i'm leaning towards believing that it is in fact the bread thingy is the actual "pretzel", regardless of shape.

Because we all know that you all come here only to read words like "penis" and "cunt" and giggle, I shall give you penises and cunts galore! In the form of a mid 20th century pulp erotica novel.

it's a point of intense personal pride, the fact that every time i open a dozen or so random "fresh" blog links, at least one of them starts playing an evanescence song.

ova neka faksovska furioznost je deprimirajuća. nikad prije nisam učio za išta ranije od vikend prije ispita. dok sad to činim puna dva tjedna ranije. još k tome relativno intenzivno. ne raduje me implikacija da mogu očekivati barem još pet godina istog.

nedostaje mi izmorenost. spavanje postaje rutinska monotonija bez nekakve fizičke iscrpljenosti. trulo je to. trulo.

my nightmares, let me tell you them. anyway, i keep trying to fall asleep despite chemically fuelled awakeness, and at some point during the half-asleep point my mind wanders to something really scary (like pale emaciated bald men, or a hostile takeover of thq by ea). at which point falling asleep triggers unspecific nightmares, and staying half-awake triggers an overwhelming feeling of fear and loathing. and getting up triggers taking another hour to fall asleep again.

a beard of sorts has returned after the fatally flawed idea of "shaving". luckily i now have a part of myself that i can stroke in public, while maintaining some modicum of decency.

does our stalwart writer have the inspiration to close this post with a worthwhile sentence? no.