Ništa ne tražim, samo se hvalim.

Pravkar sva z Mili počela cyber stvari na daljavo. MSN je kulči zadeva ja, spletne kamere še toliko bolj. Je bilo zelo na hitro, baje se v vaših krajih pravkar dogaja Evrosong (no ja v mojih se tudi, ampak se vseeno pretvarjam, da ga ne lovimo), pa me je zelo nesramno in hitro odslovila. Poudarek na nesramno. Vseeno sem prišel do zanimivega spoznanja. Trenutno je ura 21.11 in sonce počasi pada dol (dolpadec je napovedan ob 21:33), pri vas pa je menda že zdavnaj zašlo. Pa sej ne, da bi ga imeli veliko čez dan, bojda dežuje. Suckers! Oz. kakor bi rekel Nelson iz Simpsonov : Njah njah njaah njaaah nah njaaaah!

Good deeds!

I hereby declare that I've fulfilled my good deed quota for the month! Ask no more favors of me, for your pleas shall fall upon deaf ears. I am done. For this month. So soon u ask? A new month has hardly begun and I am already done good deeding? Yes. I've done exactly two good deeds, but they both are of such great importance that I feel my quota has been reached, perhaps exceeded and no more goodness should be expected of me. To explain myself let me just describe my two acts of selfless goodness.

Good deed nr.1 : There I am wandering aimlessly through Louvre museum, slowly drifting past countless exibits hoping eventually that the big tourist stream will eventually carry me to the one and only. The most prized artwork of the whole museum. The fabulous Mona Lisa. So there I am, lost in my thougths, when I am interrupted (Thoughtus Interruptus) by two japanese tourists, that wanted me to take a picture of them with their camera (I did say they were japanese, what did you expect?). Well casting my thoughts on the Meaning of Life aside, I took their 5.0 megapixel camera in my hands and promptly took a picture of them underneath a big stone arch. That was quite similar to a stone arch next to it, or the one behind me which was of quite managable size if you wanted to capture it whole on a picture. Well the room was full of stone "somethings" all of them quite old and of course priceless I would presume. And rather boring in my opinion. But nevertheless I helped the hapless japanese tourists and was well on the way towards meeting my monthly quota.

Good deed nr.2 : Ahh, here comes the good deed of such proportions you will all gasp and be awed at my extraordinary altruism. At 18.00 the french attendants kicked me and countless other tourists out of Louvre (I wasn't done looking yet you selfish bastards. And no! I couldn't get to the Louvre sooner than 15.00, on sundays I am not that fast. Good luck in the next world war, guess who will not be helping you, grmpf!). So bearing a grudge I started walking down the park towards Champs-Élysées, where I wanted to find a bookstore or two, all the while keeping my fingers crossed that they'll perhaps have an english book or two. So I soon started trodding down the Elyisian avenue with each step approaching the arch of triumph monument, one of the most prominent signs of my whereabouts. And then, once again, I am interrupted by two asian tourists. Two girls, both were twenty-somethings, but lo and behold : No cameras! So they start muttering something in bad french and I quickly explain that I speak english only. Still they insist and the older of them says to me : Je cherche Champs-Élysées. (I am looking for Elyisian Fields). You are standing on bloody Elysian Fields! Talk about sense of orientation. Or observation for that matter, after all arch of triumph could be easily seen with naked eye from where we were standing. And its a big stone arch. Can't miss it. Really! Wait... you can? Oh well... Anyway, this deed obviously pushed me a bit over the good deed quota for the month. I think I deserve a rest after all this helping.

Over and out, I think I'll go for a beer.

Oh and here is a picture of Elyisian Fields avenue when you are on the other end (obviously it looks terribly mysterious and can be easily mistaken for a variety of places from this side and whatever you do, pay absolutely no attention to that big stony thing that looks suspiciously like an arch of triumph, it is just an optical illusion, probably a mirage or something):

The wonderfull journies of The Fellowship of Javorovica

Bilo je mrzlo,vlažno jutro.V zraku je bilo čutiti napetost, lahko bi jo rezali s škarjami.

V SanSebastiandolu so se srecali štirje znanci in se hitro usedli za mizo, izdelana je bila iz vilinskega lesa.
Tam so bili predstavnica vilincev, Nika Grmogozdna,vitez Munkygorn, mag Mili d Grey in Savi Baggins (ali po slovensko pratež (WTF?!)).
Vsi razen MuNkYgorn-a so bili še vedno pod vplivom prejšnjega večera, saj so na slavo praznika dela izpraznili veliko kupic, polnih alkohola.
In kaj je botrovalo temu zboru?
Po deželi Middle Mesta se je kot blisk razširila novica, da se na Javorovici nahaja tista Oseba, ki je ne poimenujemo, in katere samo že izgovor imena povzroči potres 9 stopnje po Richterjevi lestvici, da, tista oseba ki je najmodrejša, ki ima vedno odgovor, še preden sam veš vprašanje.
In seveda se nasa druščina ni mogla upreti, da Osebe, ki je ne poimenujemo, ne bi obiskala in preizkusila njene modrosti.

In tako si je naša druščina nadela ime The Fellowship of Javorovica (kakrsnakoli podobnost s knjigami Tolkiena je zgolj naključna) in se odpravila na pot po deželi Dolenjski.

Kmalu, ko smo prisši do Samostana Pleterje, kjer je se vedno prepovedan vstop vsakršni ''Babi'' (kar je edino prav, bratje že vedo da imajo radi mir, ko gledajo TV), so ugotovili da jim vreme mogoče pa le ne bo tako naklonjeno. In sta si Munkygorn in Mili d Grey obula magične škornje, ki premagajo šblato in drek. Res. Ne zajebavam.

In pot se je pričela:


Že od začetka je naša mala odpravica vedela, da jih na poti čaka nemalokatera nevšečnost. V gozdu so bili skriti tropi goblinov, ki so jim nemudoma zaceli oteževati pot, saj so spretno skrivali markacije, in tako speljali našo druščino na marsikatero krivo pot. Tako so se naenkrat znašli pred stavbo,v kateri so živeli najhujši od goblinov, pedofiloblini, imenovani duhovniki. Tjamkaj so zapirali majhne otroke in se zabavali z njimi v poletnih mesecih. Naša druščina je prepoznala ta kraj in nemudoma švignila po drugi poti mimo. A vendar tukaj težav še ni bilo konec.

Gozd je skrival še marsikatero past, globel kjer našibkejsega prepriča v izpuščanje telesnih tekočin tam spodaj, in tako je za par sekund izginila Savi Prtljagić (z mehkim ćjem smo se ubadali kasneje v avtu.), ampak kmalu spet našla pot nazaj do druščine.
In spet so se pojavile težave, ko je sam bog in batina, Damjan Murko,v Middle Mestu znan kot njegovo veličanstvo z ogrinjalom pederstva poslal nad našo druščino neusmiljen naliv. Ampak tudi to je nasa druščina rešila z izjemno čarovnijo Čedo-raka (anorak iz osemdesetih), ki je zaščitil celo druščino pred smrtonostnimi kapljami.


Ampak spet so se na obzorju pojavile nove težave, saj so jih poredni goblini napotili na stranpot, nasa druščina se je kmalu znasla na Jasi Tegob, in le ob spretnem posredovanju stare ženke, ki sta jo spremljala dva ubežnika iz prej omenjene hise duhovnikov (beri,otroka), ki jih je nemudoma napotila na pravo pot. In tako so prečkali se potok Tisočerih Izgubljenih Duš, na poti so srečali se Pijanega Mojstra (ki jim je postavil besedno uganko, saj so se se kar nekaj minut spraševali, ali je mislil postrigu ali postregu).
A vse težave so se končale ko so koncno prispeli na vrh Javorovice, kjer jih je pričakala pisana druščina prijateljev (starejsih :( ).
In kmalu so bili deležni največje modrosti tistega, ki ga ne imenujemo, saj je v zameno za liter cvička izdal najvecjo modrost življenja:''Boljš z biciklom u kurbarijo, ko pa z mercedezem u sluzbo.''

Ampak potem se je nasa druščina začela spraševati, kako jim bo uspelo priti iz tega kraja, saj je pot nazaj dolga,in nesramni Damjan Murko je se vedno spuscal kapljo za kapljo iz neba.A kmalu se je izkazala Nina d White (sestra Mili d Grey,d0h) in naso druščino zapeljala po ovinkasti cesti do avta.

Potem smo sli se na pico. Bila je dobra. The end.



P.S.: Človek, ki ga ne imenujemo je Lojze.