"You gonna anglicize your Blog de antropologie culturala in jungla urbana bits btw?"
When I was a kid, maybe 9 or so, my father brought home a Tim-S. At the time Romania was a Warsaw Pact country, and the local ruler with a funny name had decided that Romania will build a computer! By itself! Just like the Russians had built nuclear weapons by themselves, which is to say copying liberally over the Western shoulder.
My father was a researcher in one of the research centers built for the purpose, Tim-S was a locally produced Z80 clone, and I had just recently learned to read. So, can you imagine what Inkey$, Merge (which happens to mean "it works" and "it walks" in Romanian, straight up) and a bunch of other things typed in tiny font on the early plastic keyboard looked like to me ? Or what the Hell they ment ? What promise of unknown fascination, what mystery wrapped in an enigma, what fascination of the unknown, what enigma frosting on mystery core and back again they all presented ?
You probably do. You're probably a geek, like everyone on the Internet, you probably read badi Science Fiction and worse Fantasy pulp. You probably do all this for the same exact reason, this inner ability to be fascinated with the foreign, the unknown, the alien. The inner expectation of great things (not necessarily "good", just awesome in the proper sense of that word) right behind the corner, right in the darkened nook of time, or space, or both.
Well, so... I'm never going to translate them. If you feel like finding out what "Blog de antropologie culturala in jungla urbana" means you're more than welcome to research it. If you're curious why the heck it says "4 d. TR" you might go on a wild goose chase, find the goose and rend its gander. Up to you, I don't care.
I'm just leaving it as is, forever. RANDOMIZE USR 1334. Have a sandwichii.
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