[please redial your call (except you don't mind it or give anybody the creeps worrying about hiding that you mind it so nobody's feelings will be hurt)]

Friday 30 November 2012

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Friday 23 November 2012

Google chat

me: let me know when you want to buy the tickets, will you?
MartinI will, I have to get my bank token from home [Sent at 15:20]
me: what's a token? [Sent at 15:24 on Friday]
Martina little device that has a changing number 
              and is somehow synchronized with the webpage of the bank 
              so only the person that has the thing can access my account
memaybe somebody has cracked it somehow...
Martin: yea, I guess it could happen but they need my password also [Sent at 15:28 on Friday]
me: maybe they are going to blackmail you to obtain the password [Sent at 15:30 on Friday]
Martin: yea, but then they could just ask for the money and skip all the trouble
me: they are not so smart
Martinhahah
me: moreover they are also coherent people
        when they say they will do something, they do it 
        and won't take another way just because it's shorter
        that's cheating
        not fair
        everybody has a honour code [Sent at 15:34 on Friday]
Martin: Martin has entered text
me: you have entered text
Martin: [Sent at 15:34 on Friday]

me: it has been sent at 15:34 on Friday
Martin: Martin is typing…
me: you are typing…
        I think I can read your mind
Martinsorry, I forgot you at half the sentence
me: I know what you are doing
Martinwhat?
me: no problem, I am used to it
        what "what?"?
Martinwhat do you think I'm doing? [Sent at 15:38 on Friday]
me: you have entered text and then something has been sent somewhere (I'm sorry but I cannot know everything) at 15:34 on Friday (today) and then you were typing…

Wednesday 21 November 2012

ShaPeaBLe nIGHt

     IT Won'T Come As A sURPrisE SincE It cONFormS to THe cLIChé, BUt wHEn it'S aBOut wRITing, I HaVe tO ADmIT ThaT yES, it'S True, I GEt wAy mORE insPireD to WRite aT NighT. ThIS Is A sCIEntIFIc stAteMenT FruIT Of obSerVaTIon. OF MaNY obsERvAtiONS. ThE TheoRY to EXpLAIn tHEm, AS one MighT hAvE AlreAdY aRGUed, is THe sTAndArd oNE: thE ArtiFICial dUSK of tHE urbAn nIGHt, BEttER thAn tHE dArknESs, leTTing My EYes See, BUt pREvENtiNG thEM to REcogNIze, OBligES mY iMAgINAtiON To woRK. ThEN i poSt iT In tHE dAyTImE, buT A cAndLE In tHE niGht rePreSenTS no mENaCE As LONg As ITS conTOurs Are VIsIBLe.
     Also SileNCe hELpS out, OR a DistAnt VaGue sOUNd: shAdOWS aRE freE To taKE on a LIFe oF THeiR Own, I CAn cHOose WHerE To seT The ScenE At mY eaSe... I THink IT's Also A kiND of rEBelLIOn... OR RaTHer OF BeiNG faiTHful TO one SelF, beCAUsE It iS thERe tHAt oUR InnERmOST dREaMs CAN be ProJecTEd OUT, anD whAt aRE we More THaN WhaT We wOULd LIKe tO BE?
     UnSpOKEn sECreTS can THen BE whISPerED, 
     WaR dEClarED aND fruStrAteD exPecTAtiONS reVenGed,
     WAyS fouND aND trIPS trAvELled,
     PLaCES reAcheD aND lovES conSumeD.

     wrITIng At nIGHt iS likE HaVing NOthING elSe tO LOsE.