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The Unlikely Salsero
Be advised: the title is stolen, but the content—as usually—my own creation. I took it from a blog from which I have bookmarked one entry. I haven’t read it yet, but I like these two words together. Gosh, there’s so many of those bookmarks in my web browser, most of them (including this one) coming from HackerNews. That forever growing pile of crap is unlikely to ever be uncovered. Or maybe it is more likely now? I finally got that ebook reader :) I can’t wait to load them on the device along with some books from the other lengthy list of mine.
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Vampire's Life
It seems I completely turned to night life mode. It’s pretty similar to the time back during the lock-down, when I played The Witcher all night in the dark (and sometimes even a couple of hours in the morning). Getting up when it’s starting to get dark… Well, that’s how it goes now. Am I fond of the last couple of days? Did I achieve anything worthy of mentioning here? I don’t know, really. At least I am alive.
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The Inevitable Summer Crisis
Here we are, it’s July 11th, my favourite number shows up again quite unexpectedly. It is also more or less the same time of year that brought major changes in my life in the last two years. What is this one bringing to the table? Can I see it yet? Well, corona crisis seems to be over, I mean, I got the job back, but it’s still not normality. Is there any other breakthrough on the horizon?
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Lululu
It seems, that the history took the full circle again. Gosh, I feel like I’m helpless at writing; it’s been so long since I did that. But I found a nice link to the last entry. Or maybe not, I did not find it: this just has happened itself.
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A Girl With a Sunflower Tattoo
I can be proud of myself again: I got another girl’s phone number! This time I didn’t even know her, didn’t expect anything to happen either. Or for that matter: anything other than throwing up after mixing Jameson’s with beers…
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Becoming Don
Don Draper. What class. Or is he? Permanent drunkard, liar, constantly cheating on his wives. Hmm, if only I was married, this would sound very true for me as well. It’s not gonna be the first time if I mention my very much liked ability to identify myself with the story characters. It’s Don’s turn now.
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First Anniversary
It is exactly one year since I almost stabbed myself to death. Where am I after these events? Has anything changed? Don’t matter if it’s for better or for worse, but is it any different?
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Pot Luck
It’s got to be D. and his weed again. Maybe also those six beers, but they rather made me sleepy (I certainly dozed off in a tram). Good that I bought a coke along with that last beer before hopping on the bus. It was a soothing feeling to drink it while checking my mobile to see which one I should take. I fucking dropped it, the phone. It got a nasty dent, but the glass didn’t break. I knew that it was bound to happen with my pockets full of things and having to reach for it with the other than usual hand…
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Flush Cache
The guys were talking about Redis, which reminded me that I need to dump my brain shit as well. Such miserable times for me lately, I barely got out of bed today (near 1PM…). The load must have gotten pretty heavy in my head. I guess I needed that break from any work over the weekend. And more importantly, some physical exercise. Yes, I finally cut the grass! I’m so proud of myself; did it manually, with only the primal tools, no electricity involved. It got me some tan as well. And organised that mess over the wall a bit. It’s not perfect yet, but I’m getting there.
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Back to the Past
Fuck, I’m there again. Lately I haven’t been sleeping well; maybe this is the reason for this stupid feeling? I’m disgusted by IT, I want to vomit when I see code. When I think of all the imperfections, I become blocked and cannot create nor even do small fixes. My mind is elsewhere. Perhaps, since yesterday, in this very moment when I’m finalizing my currently most vivid wish—getting an electronic piano.
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Obsession
I don’t know when it started exactly. Surely, Hank Moody’s (or rather: David Duchovny’s) ring finger tattoo appealed to me very much. But there were also those two stupid pricks at the bus. One of them talked about how he had plenty of ideas for tattoos. Funny enough, when he actually shared them, they were just some two stupid mediocre banalities. But it got me thinking. What it would be like to get one myself?
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Identifying With Your Hero
Whenever I discuss movies with anyone, and whether they liked it or not, I recall my favourite prerequisite of its badassity. Actually, I’d argue that it is the only one. The title spoiled it…
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Whitewash
My first game this season was outrageous. Given the huge amount of preparation at a practice table, I expected a lot, but certainly not the 8-0 score. It was brief, clocked an hour only; few errors were made. I played with a winner of multiple tournaments, who only just signed up for our club league.
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Trying to Act normal
I’m not proud of yesterday’s performance. I was wanting it too much, I was too confident and too orthodox. That audition might not turn out successful.
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Casting
I went to a casting today. It could be called my first one, although I’ve been in similar situations a few times already. The idea of auditioning was more or less the same as before, but the circumstances were different.
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