PseudoNeoPostModernism

http://www.stephaniemiller.com/declarationofrevocation.htm

Old, yet still funny, at least for people who don’t care much for the current president of the USA.

Just to prove that office buildings do house some humour and that the ol’ Christmas cheer is omnipresent, Raiffeisen and Orange are bickering over which one of them will get Santa’s attention first.

Otherwise I am devastated that there is no snow yet despite all the puddles having frozen on the sidewalks and such. It’s a shame that with all the holiday decorations that have been put up around town, all the Christmas trees and pretty lights, there’s no sign of any such precipitation to give the full Xmas feel. Top it off with a harsh wind and a permanently clouded sky and it all makes for a pretty depressing scene. Ah well, there is still hope.

Upon reading a thread dedicated to making fun of architects I came across this little ditty:

In the year 2006 , the Lord came unto Noah, who was now living in Northern Ireland(but it can be anywhere in the world) and said, “Once again, the earth has become wicked and over-populated, and I see the end of all flesh before me. Build another Ark and save two of every living thing along with a few good humans.” He gave Noah the CAD drawings, saying, “You have 6 months to build the Ark before I will start the unending rain for 40 days and 40 nights.” Six months later, the Lord looked down and saw Noah weeping in his yard - but no Ark. “Noah!” He roared, “I’m about to start the rain! Where is the Ark?” “Forgive me, Lord,” begged Noah, “but things have changed. I needed Building Regulations Approval because the Ark was over 30m2. I’ve been arguing with the Fire Brigade about the need for a sprinkler system. My neighbours claim that I should have obtained planning permission for building the Ark in my garden because it is development of the site even though in my view it is a temporary structure, but the roof is too high. We had to go to appeal to the Secretary of State for a decision. The Local Area Access Group complained that my ramp was going to be too steep, and the inside of the Ark wasn’t fully accessible, then the Department of Transport demanded a bond be posted for the future costs of moving power lines and other overhead obstructions, to clear the passage for the Ark’s move to the sea. I told them that the sea would be coming to us, but they would hear nothing of it. Getting the wood was another problem. All the decent trees have Tree Preservation Orders on them and we live in a Site of Special Scientific Interest set up in order to protect the owls. I tried to convince the environmentalists that I needed the wood to save the owls – but no go! When I started gathering the animals, the RSPCA sued me. They insisted that I was confining wild animals against their will. They argued the accommodation was too restrictive, and it was cruel and inhumane to put so many animals in a confined space. Then the County Council and the Environment Agency ruled that I couldn’t build the Ark until they’d conducted an environmental impact study on your proposed flood. I’m still trying to resolve a complaint with the Equal Opportunities Commission on how many BMEs I’m supposed to hire for my building team. The trades unions say I can’t use my sons. They insist I have to hire only CSCS accredited workers with Ark-building experience. To make matters worse, Customs and Excise seized all my assets, claiming I’m trying to leave the country illegally with endangered species. So, forgive me, Lord, but it would take at least 10 years for me to finish this Ark.” Suddenly the skies cleared, the sun began to shine, and a rainbow stretched across the sky. Noah looked up in wonder and asked, “You mean you’re not going to destroy the world?” “No,” said the Lord. “The Government beat me to it.”

Se facu astfel ca plecaram dimineata la ora 8 si putin din Tulcea, pe ceata si cu Norah Jones in cd player, cand, in ceata deasa zariram o cireada de vaci (nedirijata). Iar apoi, uitandu-ne din nou in fata noastra, o nesimtita baltata ce statea linistita fix in mijlocul drumului nostru, privindu-ne complet imperturbabila.

Din seria “in ce mod dubios ajunge lumea la blogul meu”, iata ca al meu statcounter ma anunta ca la un moment dat s-a intamplat prin rodul unei cautari de genul “mi little pony” respectiv “poze colorate cu mi little pony”. Yep.

In continuare imi urasc profesorii. In special pe cei care vin la ora la 10 minute dupa ce s-a sunat din diverse motive si apoi ne tin in pauza pentru vorbaraie inutila despre ce vom face ora viitoare iar cand tu te intorci la colega din spate si te hlizesti in speranta ca va observa subtilitatea prin care vrei sa sugerezi ca e totusi, pauza, si s-a scurs timpul alocat predarii respectiv “blabberitului”, te acuza de nesimtire pentru ca ii deranjezi ora. Si se intampla la fiecare ora. Fara exceptii.

In rest, fun in the sun. Imi place sa conduc. Si sa desenez poduri din paralelipipede. Si cafeaua din Istru.

Pentru ca am tot povestit unora si altora despre acel om pe care il admir foarte mult pentru actiunile sale, iata si linkul catre aventurile cu vecinul manelist. God bless the wicked!

Ar trebui sa fiu surprinsa? Dar ceea ce e si mai amuzant este ca Vama Veche il are la Similar Artists pe respectivul domn. (credit to Serban )

Poza nu isi avea locul in soul funkul VDV Camp, dar e prea geniala !