Bor Žiberštajn II

Bor Žiberštajn II. Pred takorekoč 15min še nisem vedel kdo je... sedaj pa tule kramljama že kot pradavna znanca... skoraj kot brata. Kako naj vam ga opišem? g33k je... da uber hardcore g33k. Najbolj g33kast g33k ever. pika. Človek je blede polti, venomer, kadar hodi ven, nosi sončna očala z izjemno temnimi lečami, tako da sončna svetloba kar najmanj vpliva na njegove oči. Kapa + čim debelejši pulover tudi lahko smatramo kot njegovo standardno opremo. Vse zaradi sonca seveda. Noh, v tem sva našla skupno točko... tudi jaz ga ne maram. Ampak moje ne.maranje sonca je nično, kot lahko opažate, proti Borovemu. Kakorkoli, model je visok približno 187cm, težak 90kg, IQ-ja pa mi iz varnostnih razlogov ni hotel povedati. No, kot g33k je Bor, odkril kar nekaj zarot ki se dogajajo po svetu. Skoncentriral se je, zanimivo, na Slovenijo. Obljubil mi je, da bom lahko, na temule blogu tukajle, ki ga berete, prikazal nekaj njegovih posnetkov zarot, ki jih bo v nadaljnje razkrival.

Aja... dolžan sem Vam njegovo sliko, da neboste rekli da si vse skupaj zmišljujem:



Na trenutke je prav strašljiv.

Vreme: Dandanes

Zadnje čase, seveda zaradi vse bolj podivjane narave, vse bolj razmišljam o vremenu. Predvsem razmišljam o mojem osebno najljubšemu. Sončno? Nene Sonce me peče, postajam vampir. Deževno? Bah, premokro vse. Oblačno? Bi ustrezalo ampak ponavadi je precej vlažnost zraka precejšnja. Sneg? Hm... v zmernih količinah, ampak zadnje čase ga moje oči ne vidijo rade saj odbija preveč sončne svetlobe. Pravzaprav opažam, mi zadnje čase nobeno vreme ni pogodu. Čeprav, mi je ravnokar prišlo na misel, najraje imam jasno noč. Noč, da... temna, brez Sonca, zvezde, mogoče celo kakšen komet ali asteroid prečkajoč naš vidni del vesolja. Morda se pa celotu skriva odgovor. Morda jaz osebno sploh ne spadam na Žemljo. Morda je moj dom nekje tam, v črnini vesolja, navsezadnje nihče zagotovo ne ve kakšnega "hokus-pokusa" so zmožna znajzemeljska bitja. Potemtakem mi verjetno ravno zaradi tega na Žemlji skoraj nič ne paše. Tu seveda odštevam nekaj žemljank in žemljanov pa tisti pljunek tehnologije, ki jo poznamo, v tehnološki ocean. Morda pa vendar na svetu iz katerega izhajam, obstaja samo ena vrsta vremena oziroma en del dneva. Morda na tem, v naprej bom uporabljal besedo Homeland, planetu poznajo morda celo tri pljunke tehnologije v tehnološkem oceanu. Prav gotovo jo, navsezadnje so me ob rojstvu očividno zamenjali. Očividno, noh... dokazi vodijo v to. Morda, morda, morda. Upam samo, da v Homelandu, dežuje Linux, sneži Mac Os X, sije pa Solaris. Čeprav močno dvomim, da tako tehnološko razvita rasa kot je moja pozna te zadeve. V eno stvar sem pa prepričan... Če že lovijo signale z Žemlje se gotovo smejijo blaznežem v Redmondu. Bi-bip!

Komunala Dravograd

Edino kar lahko povem je tole: GG Komunala Dravograd FTW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111, ma vi ste pravi geniji, geniji v dolgih plastičnih hlačah in palerinah!!! Najboljši najjači!!!

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Zakaj bi se mučili in splužili kot je treba, če pa lahko ob najmanjši oviri enostavno zaprejo, zablokirajo cesto?

Zanimiva plat tele štorije je da jih je očkov očka ob približno 09.00 že obvestil zaradi tistega drevesa ki je popustil pod snegom in "zadelal" 1/4 do 2/4 ceste.
"Pridemo seveda pridemo!!!!!" približen odgovor...
Noh pa niso so raje potem ko so plužili vse skupaj... hm... zajebali?

In modeli dejansko pričakujejo da bomo ponosni na njih in jih za njihove zasluge veselo plačevali? Očitno.

p.s.: ker pa sva z fotrom dobra človeka sma očividno skidala sneg stran, da je naš Dobrovški ponos Tina Čas lahko pravočasno prispela domov... da se bo lahko učila.

p.p.s.: To da nam zmajka elektrike 2x na uro nebom komentiral... že dost poparjen zarad kidanja.

Bizarno

Nekaj bizarnega, patetičnega, skrajno neprijetnega, tudi, se mi je pripetilo...
Moji izjemno nabrušeni, izpiljeni, nagon mi ni povedal, opozoril da mi je dne 17.3.2007 zmanjkalo zapisljivih medijev. Bi rekel praznih samo sta bila 2 razpoložljiva fuč. Hov, Hov.
Torej navljo sem imel nekaj rešitev, prva je bila odprtje lastne tovarne za izdelavo medijev, druga odprtje lastne trgovine z mediji, tretja rop ne-lastne trgovine z mediji, četrta nakup medijev v nedeljo ob 21.00 (bizarno), klici naokoli če ima morda kak znanec, po možnosti v bližini kakšen prazen nefuč medij... določil sem se za slednjo in glej ga zlomka... Simon Martini eden bližnjih sosedov ima na voljo očividno tovarno praznih medijev... vedno jih ima vsaj tortico... :D Wii
In seveda len kakor sem ga skušam sprva prijazno pripravit do njegovega izleta k meni ampak se model ni dal... :'( no ja... Potemtakem sem se zatekel k grožnjam... ni pomagalo, pa sem s svojimi lenimi nogami odravil dogodivščinam naproti k njemu.
Trda tema kakršna je tole noč bila, me ni ovirala pri izpolnjevanju questa... Nekaj manjših slalomov med nič hudega slutečimi žabami (neki so kwakale proti meni ampak se nisem dal preplašiti...) potem pa direktiva k zvonenju pri njemu doma... :D
Model ves nasmejan pride na vrata in mi, pazi, da 2 ne le en medij, ker so pač znane zadeve s fuč mediji... Po 20.minutni odiseji v skoraj neznano sem uspešno prispel na extraction point pred kompa. :D In DVD se je lepo zapekel. 1:0 zame proti materi naravi!

p.s.: Vsemogočni izdelovalec medijev I worship you!

Coment is needed not

Andrej pravi:
hehe
drgač mi je pa všeč
sam farbe pa meni
pa pravopisje
pa bi bla super
Vaukan pravi:
jp...
ma nisem se preveč trudu....
neki pure pa simpl
Andrej pravi:
you grow wise my young apprientice
Vaukan pravi:
:D
nimam občutka za farbe... pa oblikovanje...
Andrej pravi:
but to become wise, one must rember the meaning of ones training!
the foundations of HTML
one must know
how to use the force
how to USE THE POWER
THE POWER GIVEN WITH CSS!
ONE MUST KNOW HOW TO BOWL TO THE ALMIGHTY CREATIONS THAT IS THE INTERNET!!!!!!
bow*
i am somewhat proud of you
but...
your training is not complete
i shal perfect your creation tonight
and excell your skills
now
go
GO!
mear mortals conquer the worlds of dust2 ont aztec!
Vaukan pravi:
:D
Andrej pravi:
an apprentiece of mine i must asign
asimilate them, you must!
Vaukan pravi:
I pledge myself to your teachings.
Andrej pravi:
go now
Vaukan pravi:
To the ways of the CSS
Andrej pravi:
may the pehape be with you!
Vaukan pravi:
ok
Thank you. my Master.
Andrej pravi:
Silence!
needed your presence is not
go and spread the knowings of CSS throught the cyber space!
you shall be among noobs! noobs that fear ownerers!
fear you, they shall
own them, you will! YOU MUST!
pizda da rabim strokovno pomoč...
Vaukan pravi:
jap... sem hotu pripomnit pa nisem vedu če smem...
da nebi zmotu momoenta...
gre pa tole na moj blog...
Andrej pravi:
:D
vredo:D

Kratka zgodba

When I have the occasional bad day and need to take it out on someone, I don't take it out on my loved ones anymore...
I got the idea one day when I was sitting at my desk and remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it.
A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. May I please speak with Robin Carter?"
Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me.
I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her.
I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again.
When the same guy answered the phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up.
I wrote his number down with the word 'asshole' next to it, and put it in my desk drawer. Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an asshole!" It always cheered me up.
When Caller ID came to our area, I thought my therapeutic 'asshole' calling would have to stop. So, I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith from the Telephone Company. I'm just calling to see if you're interested in the Caller ID program?"
He yelled, "NO!" and slammed the phone down. I quickly called him back and said, "That's because you're an asshole!"
One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into a parking spot.
Some guy in a black BMW cut me off and pulled into the spot I had patiently waited for. I hit the horn and yelled that I had been waiting for the spot. The idiot ignored me. I noticed a "For Sale" sign in his car window, so I wrote down his number.
A couple of days later, right after calling the first asshole, (I had his number on speed dial ), I thought I had better call the BMW asshole, too. I said, "Is this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is."
"Can you tell me where I can see it?" "Yes, I live at 1802 West 34th Street. It's a yellow house, and the car's parked right out in front."
"What's your name?" I asked. "My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When's a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
"Yes?"
"Don, you're an asshole." Then I hung up, and added his number to my speed dial, too.
Now, when I had a problem, I had two assholes to call. But after several months of calling them, it wasn't as enjoyable as it used to be. So, I came up with an idea. I called Asshole .1.
"Hello." "You're an asshole!" (But I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked. "Yeah," I said. "Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Yeah? Where do you live?"
"Asshole, I live at 1802 West 34th Street, a yellow house, with my black Beamer parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don. And you had better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole."
Then I called Asshole .2.
"Hello?" he said.
"Hello, asshole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are!"
"You'll what?" I said.
"I'll kick your ass," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well, asshole, here's your chance. I'm coming over right now."
Then I hung up and immediately called the police, saying that I lived at 1802 West 34th Street, and that I was on my way over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 2 News about the gang war going down on West 34th Street.
I quickly got into my car and headed over to 34th street.
There I saw two assholes beating the crap out of each other in front of six squad cars, a police helicopter, and a news crew.
NOW, I feel better.

This anger management really works!

Star Wars Episode III: Revenge Of The Sith

Ljudje pravijo da sem brezsrčen in brezčuten in brutalen in krut. Imajo prav toda nekatere stvari me ganejo do srca...
Skoraj zajokal sem (metaforično), ko je Obi Wan na koncu premagal Anakina. Pa ko je Anakin postal Darth Vader... :'(

ganljivo...

Milijonar ZNOVA

bi povedal kaj o odaji, pa ne bom...
itak vse jasno...

NočnaŽelja aka Nightwish

I wish i had an angel...