Philosophical debates about languages

[А.М.]

The humor, why!
I really start to worry about the nice fluffy pink elephants and capybaras. Especially about their ears
Need not medicine, may be Green Peace will help. But already may be not. And medecine stays only.

[Пушистая няшечка2]

http://market.yandex.ru/model.xml?modelid=1037142

Here are the real elephant ears. They even have the color of elephant. I wanted to take a pair, but something kept me from doing it.

[А.М.]

Why did you hesitate? What stopped you? Cost or characteristics or maybe color?

[Пушистая няшечка2]

No-no, of course it wasn't color. I was looking for some big earphones with some noise cancelling that would comply with NF's recommendations. I considered those elephant ears, but the only shop with them proved to have terrible service. They neither let you try the earphones, for whatever whimsical reasons, nor can even answer your questions! How a shop assistant can not know what is active and passive noise cancelling? I have no idea. I just sweared to myself to never come to this affiliate again.

[А.М.]

It's a problem of many russian shops... And it's a big problem if you cannot choise another shop in your town. But you can try to buy it in another place. During your vacation for example.

[Пушистая няшечка2]

Yes, I highly suspect that they behave like this only because they have the biggest choice in the city. I already found some good earphones in a good shop. This is also Sennheiser, but it's black, and as massive as the first one. You know, "steampunk massive". Probably I'm lucky to miss the grey ears, because their impedance is definitely not for a player.

As for vacation... Oh, it's far away. In August.

[А.М.]

I'm lucky to miss the grey ears, because their impedance is definitely not for a player.

Good for you.

As for vacation... Oh, it's far away. In August.

August will come. It's a miserable half-year and then will be vacation.

[А.М.]

By the way, I can tell you a story about realy rare animals...
My collegue told me this story. Who has told him I don't know.

About the australian tratatusiks.

So, one day one man bought a couple of this animals on the Ptichiy market in the Moscow. How much he paid nobody knows.
They looked like rats but they did not have tails.
The animals were very tender and clever. And this man liked them.
After some month tratatusiks brought several babies animals.
And again, all animals were clever and tender. And again the man liked them all.
But there was a problem. A little problem. The kids of tratatusiks had tails.
The man called to a vet and asked him: "I have babies animals of australian tratatusiks. When must I cut their tails?"
The vet was very interested. He never saw these animals. And he dropped in to this man to view this wonder...

(to be continued)

[Пушистая няшечка2]

Waiting for the end of your story!

[А.М.]

The end of this story is guessed.
These were the rats. The ordinary rats.
But how I said the man has loved them. He kept up take care about his pets. And he named one of them Лариска.

[Пушистая няшечка2]

Oh.. I thought as much. How prosaic.

[А.М.]

Sorry...
But how Sergey has said.
This is our reality. Mad world. Mad cruel world.
People have to stop cutting of rat tails for making australian tratatusiks

[Пушистая няшечка2]

Laughing out loud! You're good!

[Дерзкий Серхио]

Vera Pavlovna’s dream number three. No Chernyshevskii was harmed.

This night I was trying to sell my car on Ptichiy Market (Thank you, A.M.!). In the dream my car was a Snow White with pink (Thank you goes to Brave) stripes Samara. Yeah, I know that Ptichiy Market is more about animals, but in my dream it was okay to sell cars there. There was a strange warning at the entrance which I can’t remember now. Turns out it was a fair warning. Sadly, I rarely pay attention to things like that. There was a car race on the market territory and every newcomer had to participate. I’m not really into racing and I don’t like the idea of winter race on an unprepared car, but I had no choice.

Long story short, I kinda bumped into a clown. I mean literally. I hit him with the left side of my car and that was one hell of a hit. The whole left side was red. In the dream it was not a big deal, I just had to quit the race after that incident. If you quit the race, you can’t sell your car today, so I didn’t know what to do. Somehow it turned out I’m a girl (don’t know who to thank for that) and I started to call my mom to ask her what I should do now. That was enough for me, so I woke up. Feel strange now…

[Пушистая няшечка2]

That was enough for me, so I woke up. Feel strange now…

I think your dreams are no more crazy than mine.

Today I dreamed about Empire State Building. It was summer, and I had to lift on its top in an elevator. I thought it's gonna be fast, but all the people started to tell me: "Come on! It's a skyscraper! It will be no less than 30 minutes". Okay... I patiently waited, and then the rise was over, and I looked down on the street. What the... It's no higher than the 4th floor! Then I noticed that the wall of the building is absolutely white, like southern houses painted in lime. And suddenly I realized that the building I got up is simply The White House! And there are plenty of politicians inside, all waiting for my lecture about Zamyatkin's method. So, what else could I do? I started to tell them about the method, but they weren't very impressed. I was sad...
Then a tiny small man, who looked like raccoon, decided to sort out the situation by singing them a song. It was one of those old Soviet songs translated into English (thank you goes to Sceptic), and it started with something like "Let the smiley make your day more bright". And suddenly I started watching the cartoon where this song came from. I absolutely forgot about the place I'm in and the audience, I was absolutely into the cartoon. I thought, how sad it is that these cartoons are so forgotten now, that they're not interesting anymore, that their time has passed. Then I heard the alarm clock and woke up.
And while I was shaking off the remains of the dream, I was still sad that nowadays kids watch Shreks, not the real art.