Popular Wisdom (Excuse our french)

Overheard at the Osmizza of Ceroglie, 26.08.06:

Se te son cussì bon a far conti, fa conto che te son un mona.

(sorry folks, absolutely untranslatable. But i couldn't help sharing it here anyway.)

The Webmaster Loves his Mom

Her: Hungry?
Me: Actually, yes!
Her: I was talking to the cat.
Me: Oh. Sorry.

The Continuing Adventures Of My Ringtone

This just in from The Idiot:

The Tehran Symphony Orchestra played Frank [Zappa]'s Dog Breath Variations at the start of a weeklong visit to Germany, seen as an exercise in cultural diplomacy. The 80-member ensemble, which included more than a dozen women playing in headscarves, got a standing ovation as they opened the Orient Festival on Sunday 20 August in Osnabruck.

Which is probably the most beautiful piece of middle-east related news i've heard in the past year or five.

The webmaster fondly remembers smuggling a taped copy of Sheik Yerbouti through persian borders back in 1997, cunningly camouflaged as "Bunny and the Dandelions".

On the other hand, this picture just made my brain implode. Thank you, the internet.(via)
For future reference: please include this topic among those never, ever to be mentioned in my presence so as to avoid headaches, stomach pains, frothing to the mouth and cold-blooded homicide.

So anyway, speaking of borders, you may have noticed i'm back in italy since the 15th as promised. The previous six or so posts were flashbacks from my short-but-all-too-sweet holiday from the rest of the world. Almost a week without the internet - such a luxury. Highly recommended.
I would also like to mention that i miss that serendipitous little what-in-the-world-am-i-doing-here-and-where-is-this-anyway place terribly, and would like to thank all involved even if they don't really read this because, like, they're busy and clever.

We now return to our regularly scheduled program.


One week ago this moment i was on a ferry somewhere in international waters and i miss that, too.

Acercamientos Linguísticos

Her: Sorry, we weren't talking in english, you couldn't understand a thing.
Me: It's fine, as long as you don't say 'robin' or 'malakas' i know you're not talking about me.

From N.'s Window - 2

From N.'s Window - 1

An excerpt.

(...) She said she was going to the toilet and then to get another drink, and proceeded to get up and walk away in the opposite direction.

disappointments

Her: Come meet our friend at the other table! He has a boat!
Me: He has a goat?!?
Her: No, Robin. A Boat.
Me: Oh. Pity.

In a watered-down bar, under the sea.

Me: Yeah, i'd like a gin and tonic that tastes like rain water and bad alcohol.
Waitress: I don't think we make that kind of drink!
Me: You did yesterday.*
Mystery Accomplice: How do you like the music?
Me: I've heard better ringtones. Are we going someplace else after this?
Mystery Accomplice: You don't like this bar?
Me: I'll put it this way: if i'd wanted to see so many drunk english i would have gone to drunk england.

*very old joke

Things that cheer robin up.

The webmaster will be away until 15/08 in an undisclosed location somewhere within the european union.


Meanwhile, why not go read some Captain Beefheart Interviews?

A Compliment?

Her: Did you draw this?
Me: Um, yeah.
Her: Oh, i thought it was by one of your nieces.

Quick reviews

Clerks 2
Is arguably better than the first if only because Kevin Smith actually learnt to direct in the meantime.

Klezmatics live in Monfalcone, August 2 2006
If you really want to write songs about Hanukkah, try at least to include lyrics that aren't just a repetition of the word "Hanukkah".

Nonsurvival Lessons

Me: So, the day after a hangover, your priority should be to have a drink. If you don't have a drink, your body won't get used to it again and you might end up not wanting to drink for weeks, even months.
Him: Ok, so now explain why this would be a bad thing.