Spaced flashmob

… Or something that looks like it.

I’m not dead (not yet, I still haven’t met my quota for annoying people, but I’m working as hard as I can in that direction). And I know I’ve promised like a month ago a review of Spaced (bloody see it and we’ll talk later). And considering the fact that people land here while searching for procrastination and Alice in Wonderland (seen it, maybe I’ll write a review … or maybe not) I don’t know when I am going to pull myself together and write that darn thing (hint: NEVER … although I did write a page or so about the TV show that is so bloddystastic it’ll make your eyes pop out and then crawl back in their place, but I was drunk when I wrote it so it’s not exactly quality material).

But I digress; here’s a bunch of people re-enacting the gunfight scene from the above-mentioned TV show in Trafalgar Square, London. There is a problem: the clapping. Why clapping at the end? You ruined it, you weren’t supposed to clap, you were supposed to get up and LEAVE like nothing happened. (I’ve censored myself because apparently I show too much of my misogynistic side.)

Later edit (more videos aaaaaaaand pictureeeeeees):

Videos here, here, here, here, here, here, here and to be continued…

Pictures here.

Thoughts

“You shouldn’t wash that, we have a dead man in our house!”

“Really? Because last time I checked every one had a pulse. It’s not like he’s coming back you know! And who came up with this stupid rule?” I was mean … so I kept it to myself.

The day after. He smiled. I could see that he hasn’t slept all night. Who could? I did. Thoughts? Definitely. He never understood them. He was selfish. And now, well … it’s too late.

Still I can’t believe he’s gone. “It was meant to be.” No it wasn’t. It happened because of some bad decisions. He was persuaded to let him there. And then his health deteriorated. Seemed like a good idea at that time; besides he couldn’t do anything without the doctor’s approval. Talk about unconsciousness.

Sunny day today. But I have to sort some things out. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not now …

“What will they say? I cannot let you do that!” I don’t give a damn about what they think. I never did. “You know what happened last time!” And? It wasn’t like my presence there would resurrect someone.

“See the safety of the life you have built/ Everything where it belongs/ Feel the hollowness inside of your heart/ And it’s all/ Right where it belongs/ What if everything around you/ Isn’t quite as it seems?/ What if all the world you think you know/ Is an elaborate dream?” If only this was a nightmare. But it isn’t.

I did it …

I haven’t been active for some time but I have a really good excuse: I had to prepare some documents for … something. (perhaps I will post it here about its evolution, because it’s a good way of reminding myself about it)

The last two weeks have been hectic and I am exhausted. Imagine that from 336 hours, 260 (that’s an average of 5 hours and a half of sleep per night) I’ve spent writing or going from one place to another and I really, really need a break. And to top this, now I have to leave Bucharest.

This was written last week but I couldn’t find the time to finish it. And now, all my efforts will be in vain because of something that happened in the past 2 days. That’s all I needed now, to leave fucking Bucharest. To quote my mom: “God works in mysterious ways”. No shit, Sherlock, well guess what? He ain’t helping me! I am mad, I was expecting it, but not now … I had plans.