I have no idea who that guy in red is.
But he seems like a really cool guy.

Also, I have no idea who Bibic is.
But man, calm your temper! You just don't answer hugs with punches.
Just don't.


I don't give a shit about hockey.
I just like this .gif

Gaming may not be so primitive.

This fills me with great serenity.

And with memories.

I don't want your Call of Duty.

It's dull. Blank. Empty. Faceless.

This can paint feelings with bright colours.

Please, Ragnar Tornquist, finish up your Secret World MMO, take the money you make, and go spend it on you long planned Dreamfall:Chapters.

It's been since years since Dreamfall.

I'll wait.

Patiently.

The shadow of the noon.

Oh my, I'm not feeling funky at all.
Poetry time.

Only the light of a torch lights up this place.
A light that struggles to exist every second.
Draught of air coming through the underground,
to put out the only thing that is bright.

No matter, though. Even the slightest shimmering
is not small to reveal what's hidden deep below.
Dark silhouettes of the unknown lurking, crawling.
That they're up to no good, I can see.

Or it's just that we don't understand?
Are they evil? How can that be judged?
The shadows live in a world of their own.
Its their collision with us that makes them feared.

They're forming a ball of souls, entwined together,
until one is kicked out, punished to a life of strangeness.
I can see it cries in fear, desperation, but no anger.
If fact, it is shy, worried what the world will be.

And men fuck it up even more, they couldn't care less.
It's a monster since it was born, they think.
There is no point in defending it.
Both you and it would be ripped to pieces.

And perhaps the time will heal the pain.
Or it won't. Now we can't see.
Great pain may come, but what the reason is?
I hope to be surprised just like it is.

Under pressure

I really can work like a bad fucker when I feel a proper amount of stress.
I just wrote a short story in 3 hours. It's 8000 characters. And it even ain't so bad!

It's funny how ideas start coming to you the very second you take hold of your pen, or keyboard. I could think for ages and would have nothing, if I just didn't start writing, not knowing what will come out of it.

Though it doesn't always work. This was my 4th try and a first one that I managed to actually finished. So I have like 3 unfinished short stories lying around on my computer. Great!

Talking to myself. In French.

Weird, ain't it?
But I haven't gone crazy. Yet.
It's just that I have oral exams in French tomorrow.
It's serious business.
Wish me luck.


Au revoir, j'espere.
Mais c'est possible qui nous n'allons plus jamais recontrer.
C'est possible l'enseignant me tuera demain.
Ce n'est pas un future bonne, oui?

Do your class bore you?

We were reading a text in my french lesson.
I didn't understand it at all.
I thought it was very atmospheric and cool.
Apparently it was completely about something else then I thought.
But no matter that, I translated the text and edited it a little so it'd be more of a story with certain literary value. Pretty much just messing around with the language and stylistics.
Here it is:

It was in the middle of the night.
The street was deserted and there was no light, not a single lantern to be found.
I couldn't see more than 2 meters ahead of you. 
I heard a silent whisper somewhere close to me, but I wasn't able to guess the direction. 
Suddenly, the haunting silence of the night was shattered by a tremendous vrooming of a car that appeared out of the darkness before me.
It quickly approached me and soon came into my sight. It blinded me with a flash of its bright headlights. I covered my bleeding eyes -- to avoid being harmed even more.
That's why I couldn't see the driver.
But I felt -- I knew -- that there was a presence of something foul and wicked inside that automobile.

About the new Garbage album

What I love about the new Garbage album is that all over the youtube, in every song off the album comment section, there are people who claim that is the best song on the album.

So fresh after the recent politics of "having more than one single on an album distracts people from the actual top single, so just make one good song and fill the rest with shit".

And me, personally?
It changes literally every while.
One moment I am completely blown away by one song and then, when I listen to another one... shivers down my spine.

But my popular RIGHT NOW has gotta be

To all those, who say music is dead today.

You're not the first, nor the last to say that.
It's man's strong habit, to complain about everything.
But mostly about what the man doesn't know.

I do not agree with past 10 years heading of mainstream music industry myself.
I do not agree with what happened during that time; the crisis of music industry, the ongoing differentiation of funding for indie and mainstream artists.

But there's so much music, there's oughtta be something worth listening.
Sometimes it may feel like searching a needle in a haystack, but the sweeter will the reward be.

And you'll be quite surprised how many figurative needles are there actually buried in the figurative haystack.

Such as:
Absynthe minded x Alanis Morissette x Aphex Twin x Arcade Fire x Avantasia x Band of Skulls x Black Box Revelation x Black Keys x Blackfield x Cardigans x Diablo Swing Orchestra x Dream Theater x Dresden Dolls x Editors x Electric Six x Europe x Florence and the Machine x Foo Fighters x Franz Ferdinand x Garbage x Hammock x Infected Mushroom x Jack White x Lana Del Rey x Lykke Li x M83 x Marble Sounds x Massive Attack x Melissa auf der Maur x Moby x Mustasch x No Doubt x Parov Stelar x Pendulum x Peter Frampton x Peter Gabriel x Queens of the Stone Age x Red Hot Chilli Peppers x Serj Tankian x Shirley Manson x Skrillex x System of a Down x That 1 Guy x Them Crooked Vultures x Useless Keys

And so you stand, beloved freak.

Better to be a beloved freak, than hated Mr. Handsome.

Freedom is the reward

Often people in pursue of their lifelong goals forget what path they take.
They don't know that it's not only about winning the war, every battle won helps.
And if you're good all the way through, it takes less effort to be good at the end.

Did you know that Shirley Manson once pooped into her boyfriend's bowl of cereal?

The Garbage is back.
As good as ever.
Which is the best.
Their album is due 14. May.
But it already leaked online.
I Guess there are so many fans that just can't wait.
And you guess what - I'm gonna buy this album as soon as it comes out.
I'm not disappointed one little bit.
My all-time favourites are rocking it out.

Saturday's night ain't alright

"A bad lifestyle"
That's what they always say when you don't sleep enough.
Well I found a "Worse lifestyle"
That's when you have no free time at all during workdays and then the lazy time of not doing anything, weekend, comes.

I say, you need to have your time settled. Do stuff when you have time and do just as much stuff as you can to stay busy, but not overworked.

Most people can't even stay busy.
But I lately had a horseload of stuff to do.
And worrying about making everything on time leads to one thing only:
Making everything on time.
And then, you don't have a drop, a dash, a pinch of energy left.
So you just walk around, sit around, lay around. Doing so much, yet nothing worthy.

Our happy childhood

I'll tell you why people consider their childhood or school years the happiest time of their lives.

It's the time of our lives that we can look back to, feeling proud for all the shit we've come through to a successful end.

But if the end of it is successful, doesn't that guarantee that the shit that goes down now is coming to the right way? I mean - it's all based on the best possible presumptions.

Ah, whatever. I should be learning French now, for the exams.
Not too badass enough to be able to switch 3 languages from one to another at the same time and still make sense.

I want to be little Ahmed: A report from the Cradle of civilization

I want to be little Ahmed.
My father, Alladin, would have a shop in Spices Bazaar in middle of Istanbul.

I’d spend my youth days crawling between the legs of strangers and eating pistachios straight from our shop and drinking apple tea.

When I’d have grown up to a age of a teenager I would help my father sell herbal teas, cheeses, spices, turkish delight and nuts. I’d have started to learn English. I wouldn’t be a good salesman yet, but I’d get better and better fast.

When I’d be a man in middle years, I’d kiss my wife every morning on her burka and get to my shop in the Spices Bazaar. There I’ll yell at customers to get them to buy my wares until my throat would be sore. Then I’ll go to smoke some water pipe, drink some apple tea and play some backgammon.

When I’d get older, I’d leave my shop to my soldest son. I’d stay at home with his and mine wife and I’d only go out to mosque. There I’d spent hours at a time, I might even get used to the terrible smell of feet. I’d lie on the soft carpet and enjoy the cool climate. It’d be my second home, for when I’d need to escape the busy life around. I’d reminiscence about the old days and I’d be looking up to the roof with all its majestic decorations.

The day would come, that I’d be lying on my deathbed. I’d ask my wife to put down her burka for the last time, so I could see her hair. She’d open the window. A cool summer breeze would wash my face. And then, it would wash my soul away as well. That moment, I’d be the happiest person that ever lived.

And then, I’d finally get to meet my maker. It wouldn’t be a thing I’d be scared of the whole life for I’d be sure about his might and appreciation for all the good I’ve done.I’d be eager to meet his Divinity and bow.

The media distribution of digital age

Yesterday Garbage put out their favorite songs playlist on MOG. I wanted to check it out. When I connected some sort of flash player started loading. Then it stopped and told me to use a "modern browser", such as Firefox or Chrome. I have Opera, which is 99 % similar in showing webpages like these two mentioned (in fact, Opera and Firefox have more in common than these two supported by MOG).

I loaded up my RockMelt, which is a browser based on Chromium core. The player loaded, but only to tell me that I can't view MOG outside US.

I tried Pandora. It's the same. Only they apologize and promise to "set things right" as soon as possible. Instead of insulting you and the browser you use, like MOG does.

Today Diablo Swing Orchestra uploaded their new single exclusively to Spotify. Guess what? US only.


I'll tell you who hurts the music industry the most. Who is responsible for most of intellectual property infringement. It's the copyright holders.

There is NO legal way for me to get the DSO single.
And there's NO way at all for me to see the Garbage playlist. I could find new groups and buy their albums.

With the great number of quality artists and music nowadays the classic market model - record stores and CDs is unsustainable. The price could never be brought down enough to make money. Quite the opposite, price would rise whereas the sales would fall down.
You can see that in CZ. There is no online way to get the albums, which results in monopoly of record stores, pretty much of one record store chain. The albums are, and now I am not kidding at all, up to 10 TIMES AS EXPENSIVE AS IN GB OR US.
I could buy albums from US or pretty much anywhere and get it shipped overseas. The shipping price would be far higher than the price of the album itself, but it would still be a lot cheaper than buying it here.

I support online services such as the aforementioned music ones - Spotify or Pandora and as well the movie services, such as netflix. I see the future of digital media there. The expenses are far lesser and the margin of the companies behind it is way smaller, which means cheaper and more money for artists.

I am worried, though, that re-writing all the copyright deals or even laws will take a long time. Since this situation is still quite convenient for the record stores owners, we're gonna have to go through a crisis to escape this model.
Expect the high numbers of piracy even rise.
That is, of course, if the service providers based mostly in US won't step up. Which I don't expect to happen anytime in close future, since they have enough troubles now gaining a higher percentage of music/movie sales in US. When there's no room to expand there, they'll move onto smaller markets, such as the European markets are.

Don't you know, I died for you

It's beautiful when the dust dies in the summer rain.

You gotta do it anyway. Might as well make it count.

It's more than a week now, since I last went to sleep before 2 AM.
This load is killing me.
But I guess I'm to blame.
So I'll make it a plus.

A delicate man in a hysterical realm.

...of emotional landslide in physical terms.

It gets extremely funny when you realize what the song is about.