Program TV si ziare comuniste

Cam asa arata situatiunea :-”

19,oo Telejurnal.
19,25 Înaltă responsabilitate pentru destinele edificării socialismului în România.
19,45 Odă partidului biruitor – Spectacol literar-muzical-coregrafic.
20,20 Ctitorii ale Epocii de Aur.
20,35 Tezele şi orientările formulate de Tovarăşul Nicolae Ceauşescu – program de muncă şi acţiune revoluţionară.
20,55 Ştiinţa – forţă nemijlocită de producţie – documentar.
21,10 Din lumea capitalului.
21,25 Tezaur folcloric.
21,50 Telejurnal.

Nick cel Cave @ his best

imi aminteste de Jim Morrison. MULT!

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Where is Mona?
She’s long gone
Where is Mary?
She’s taken her along
But they haven’t put their mittens on
And there’s fifteen feet
of pure white snow?

Where is Michael?
Where is Mark?
Where is Mathew
Now it’s getting dark?
Where is John? They are all out back
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Would you please put
down that telephone
We’re under fifteen feet
of pure white snow

I waved to my neighbour
My neighbour waved to me
But my neighbour
Is my enemy
I kept waving my arms
Till I could not see
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is anybody
Out there please?
It’s too quiet in here
And I’m beginning to freeze
I’ve got icicles hanging
From my knees
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anybody here
who feels this low?
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
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Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord

Doctor, Doctor
I’m going mad
This is the worst day
I’ve ever had
I can’t remember
Ever feeling this bad
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow
Where’s my nurse
I need some healing
I’ve been paralysed
By a lack of feeling
I can’t even find
Anything worth stealing
Under fifteen feet of pure white snow

Is there anyone else here
who doesn’t know?
We’re under fifteen feet
of pure white snow

Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Raise your hands up to the sky
Is it any wonder?
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Oh my Lord Oh my Lord
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!
Save Yourself! Help Yourself!

iPad 3 in Romania

Pardon, NOUL iPad. Ca au vrut sa ii zica asta, tsk tsk.

La eMag cele cateva sute de bucati s-au vandut in cateva ore. La iStyle sefii sunt fericiti ca o sa se vanda 6-7 pe zi.
Toate magazinele se bat cu pumnii-n piept, precomenzi, vanzari, ce sa mai, pfa!

…si asta pentru un produs care se incinge rau, se incarca greu si cu o autonomie a bateriei mai mica.
A, da, are ecran mai colorat si…UAU…poti sa filmezi SUPER MEGA HD! De parca ai filma cu o tava. Pf.

Dialog real

Ieri seara pe la un 21:30 in autobusul 178, in drum spre casa. Doi indivizi mai tigani cu accente puternice de golani, la vreo 23 de ani, la un metru de mine, vorbeau intre ei.

Individul 1: Si, ce mai zici ba? Ce mai invarti?
Individul 2: P*la mea ba, am fost si eu la un portofel, ceva, de furat. Nimic frate, nimic! Nu mai merge, n-am prins nimic!
I 1: …. mda…
I 2: Da ba, de furat, nu mai merge. De talharit, nimic, de dat in cap, nu mai merge. Sa-mi bag p*la, ajung sa-mi iau de munca!! sa moara mama… am fost io idiot fra` ca n-am dat spaga aia sa iau carnet, acu` conduceam Bemve ultimu` racnet pe 13 bulioane! Numai frate, nu mai pica nimic…

Si da, e pe bune. Saracii…tre` sa munceasca, auzi tu!!! Tsk tsk.