The end of an era

I just saw the last episode of the Gilmore Girls... It was so cute and I almost cried, well in fact I did a little. Don't judge me, the series have been keeping me company for seven years, with all the witty dialogues and the storylines and Lorerei and Rory and Luke and the rest of the bunch! Many people (yeah, mostly guys) have been telling me that it is all so far from reality and that life is not like that. Well, news flash: mine is, although I'm probably the only character in it. But who cares, I really loved it and I'm so sorry it's over. I guess I'll have to get all the dvds and watch it again from time to time.
Meanwhile, my real life is getting along quite well. Last weekend was all about fun and parties. I went to a garden party/birthday party in the countryside a little off Budapest. Boy, did we enjoy it! I ain't gonna give you the whole story (not that I don't remember the details...), but let me tell you this: whoever said that girls cannot chop wood was wrong. Hell, we can! Specially at midnight! And then we played horror movies. Like let's stay up all night and see who survives... We even took a tiny trip in the woods, just to see how scary it was. Well, it was rather scary, in fact I chickened out and convinced the guys to get back home.
In the morning we ran out of cigarettes and had to drive into town to a gas station. After we spent all night, you know, drinking. I swear I'll never do that again, no matter how much fun and surreal it was to drive a 20 year old Opel Kadett, whose breaks were not really working that well. And I kept saying it felt like a Tarantino movie. Anyway, really stupid thing to do, thank God nothing bad happened.
I got home at 11 on Sunday, slept until 5, picked up the pieces and went out with two of my girlfriends in the evening. First thing we did was to perform a Sex and the City scene at the bar. Poor bartender, I reckon he was all shocked after we left. Then another friend of mine, from college, called and joined us and of course, as always, all hell broke loose. I'm not gonna tell you the rest of the evening, you can probably pretty much gues how it all ended...
So, back to the rat race, big party tomorrow night, hairdresser at 7 in the morning (hate the idea) and out with the girls again on Sat. Hopefully we'll all be free then.
I'll keep ya posted :)

Prológus

A sötétséget csak a fáklyák imbolygó fénye törte meg. A férfi a nővel szemben állt, és úgy érezte, hogy percről percre kissebb, gyengébb lesz. Próbálta tartani a nő tekintetét, de már alig volt hozzá ereje.
- Túl sok áldozatot szedtél, nem elég még?
A nő gyilkos pillantást vetett rá, szemében a gyengeséget elítélő megvetéssel.
- Nem a te feladatod döntéseket hozni. Emlékezz, kitől kaptad a hatalmad – mondta fenyegetően nyugodt hangon.
A férfi feladta a láthatatlan lelki küzdelmet. Leeresztette fejét, mint aki beletörődött sorsába. Mintha neki lett volna még ilyen.
- Meg kell halnia, Kristoff, tudod te ezt nagyon jól. A prófécia…
- A prófécia! Hányszor emlegetted már az elmúlt évek alatt. Ha ezt tudom, sose fogadlak el…
A nő felkacagott, hangja a halottakat is felélesztette volna. És a teremben ezekből nem kevés volt.
- De elfogadtál, mert már akkor is hatalomra vágytál. Ismered a mondást, ugye kedvesem, vigyázz mit kívánsz, mert valóra válik?
Tudta, hogy nem küzdhet a nő ellen. Nem tehetett mást, engedelmeskednie kellett. Pedig inkább a halált választotta volna. A halált, amire már oly régóta vágyott.

... and action!

Yes, tomorrow we're shooting. I'm still up, won't go to sleep until 1, and I'll wake up at 5. You do the maths.
Long day(s) ahead. To say the least. I'll sleep in the week end, as usual.
May the force be with us, we'll need it, you have no idea. Neither do I...
Any way, one less demon, couple of hundreds to go :)
I'm OK to go!

22 years... first amendment

Can't count no more, sorry guys. It was 28 years ago. Guess I've been watching Pitch Black too many times :)
And I'm older than I think...
Love Nostromo, hate the dubbing.
Cool spaceship!
I've been so scared of Ian Holm for so many years...
Thank you Ridley!
Mother...

22 years... facing my nemesis

22 years... no, it ain't Pitch Black, but it's close.
It's a scifi movie, it's got monsters in it and it's a very defining moment of my life.
Alien.
First time I saw it I was 12. And, according to my Mom (yeah, she's a scifi and horror fan... didn't you guess?), I didn't eat chicken for 6 years (I only remember 1).
Tonight they're showing it on TV. It starts in an hour. I'll watch it and tape it, in case I fall asleep. Can you fall asleep while watching Alien?
And as Alex, my boss, said: VHS? What's VHS anyway?
In space no-one can hear you scream...
Talk to you tomorrow, if I'm still alive.
Here, kitty, kitty, kitty...

The flooded meeting

It was a great day yesterday. Well, if you think it's great to spend Saturday working in the office just like on any regular Tuesday or Thursday.
Anyway, sometimes you just have to do it. The weather wasn't looking good, so I didn't have no big outdoorsy plans either.
So, clients arrive, we start the meeting, everything seems to run smoothly when one of my colleagues enters the meeting room and tells us that one of the pipes in the toilet has a huge leak and a tiny flood seems to be developing. OK, well, no problem, let's go and check. Meeting interrupted, we all go see what we can do.
We try to stop the water with a mop, but that's not nearly good enough. Two of my colleagues run to fetch the keys to the cellar where the whole water thingie is, so that we can close it down and stop the flood until a specialist arrives.
Now, first they don't find anyone who has the keys. So they have to break the lock. They go in, can't switch on the light, nobody apparently knows where the switch is. So they go buy a flash light, 'cause we didn't have one in the office (I did suggest to find some candles, but nobody listened. Of course, when everything was over, we did find a working flash light in the office kitchen). Then the plumber arrives and he doesn't know what to turn off in the cellar.
Meanwhile, I had been kneeling for about half an hour outside the tiny toilet room shovelling water from the floor and into the toilet itself. My arms hurt, my legs hurt, my back is aching, but gotta save the world, I mean the office!
The plumber comes up from the cellar and tries to fix the leaking pipe, so that he has more time to figure out the cellar thingies. Needles to say, as soon as he finished stuffing I have no idea what into the pipe, the thing splurts out and the amount of water triples, twice.
Never send a man to do woman's job...
Anyway, we take care of this in no time. I send my colleague to fetch more towels (they do come in handy, don't they, Mr Adams?), we stuff them around the pipe and keep shovelling the water from the floor. For about ten minutes it feels hopeless, it feels a little titanicish, but then they call and tell us that they managed to close down whatever they had to, so no more water! In the entire building...
The rest of day is not very interesting. The plumber fixes the pipe, we finish our meeting and prepare everything for Monday, when we'll have even more meetings. And hopefully no more floods.
I got home at eight, tired, but I somehow found the energy to make pan fried aubergines, which I have been planning to eat for days. Horrible food to eat at nine in the evening, but I deserved it.
Today Sunshine, finally, no matter what.
Tomorrow we'll be a long day, well, the whole week's gonna be long with the shoot and everything.
So, on a note of positivity, let me show you how I play frisbee, hope you like it.

And the Oscar goes to...

Oh boy, I sooo could get used to being in front of the camera! I know, for years I've been saying the opposite, but today was so much fun :) I loved it, just loved it. I don't know what it looked like, soon I'll be able to post a video, I hope, then you can tell me, but hey, I did enjoy it!
Donwfall, when you dance barefoot in the street, you do need a long bath afterwards. But it was more than worth it. Long live Mrs. Mia Wallace!
Le Big Mac, hahaha!

A Michael Douglas day

You know that movie with Michael Douglas, when everything goes wrong and he ends up going around with a big shotgun? Yep, I've had one of those days. Thank god my life is not a movie and I have no shotguns.
Plus my 85 year old grandma broke her arm. What a bonus...
So, still can't tell ya about my last week or so, which has been wonderful, but now it's all clouded by recent events. Give me a couple of days and I'll be fine. Promise.
Until then, on a note of optimism, if you wake up one morning, and it's a particularly beautiful day, you'll know we made it.
Tomorrow, my big performance. The Jack Rabbit Slims Twist Contest. I'll keep you posted.