So I’ve bought my first me-thing. The thing that is advertised for a “mono” use. Some sort of gadget that allows you to take holiday pictures of yourself without harassing other tourists and risking the quality of picture, risking to be out of focus and risking your camera itself. The idea is embarrassingly simple: it is […]
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…why the name MissTick?.. Что в имени тебе моем? Оно умрет, как шум печальный Волны, плеснувшей в берег дальний, Как звук ночной в лесу глухом… Well, that does no good for anyone here, doesn’t it? Russian verse in Russian makes no sense, unless, perhaps, it might amuse by the lines of fancy characters…This poem was
It is officially done. The room. Technically it’s been done even before New Year’s. but it was still pretty much un-liveable, as I couldn’t move the bed back in there – the floor needed a carpet. And today they announced the Carpet Day. Hooray! I’ve noticed how in normal circumstances such delay would drive me
