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The Worst Website Ever – swapid.com

Wednesday, August 26th, 2009

During my random searches on the Net (mostly looking for robots) I came across the most ridiculous website. Web page, I should say, as it is not a website (yet?), or maybe I should call it web document as it’s not really a page; or not even a document, it’s just a web text.

I wanted to print screen copy it and post it here but it’s not worth the hassle. Just go have a look at swapid.com – what an exaggerate load of crap!

Let’s swap our ID !!! Let’s have an ID-swapping party 🙂

Or maybe swapid is a verb, like: “I’ll swapid you tonight, baby!” or maybe  “Swapida la vista!” Sick stuff, really!

I asked our friends from Google to show me photos of ID swapping and this is what they came up with at  number 1 across the web:

A POKEMON!!!

This the Pokemon

There’s a better one later down the search results:

Pokemon_Types

This one bellow is a great picture, as it’s not even a picture but has a lot to do with the swaps.

id-swap-m

My favourite on this search is a more sophisticated one (I have enlarged it for a better view as it was just tiny like a miniature work of art on the Net):

wow speedy art

I don’t know what you make of this, but to me it is full of drama and it really tells a long story in one shaky frame. It says: “I’m the frustrated boy racer with a frustratingly slow car, that does ZERO miles per hour at ZERO rpm but some of my other systems work!”

However, nothing can beat the greatest idiotic web proposition ever: swapid.com – I reserve for you the pleasure to get it straight from the horse’s mouth. It only takes one minute if you have a slow connection and it requires about half a neuron to comprehend what’s there and how useless it is!

History in the Mocking IV

Friday, August 7th, 2009

Mockoblog Mockolog #7

I bet YOU (most of our readers) are new and in a hurry anyway.

YOU are not the type of reader that sets upon an archeologycal experience, you won’t dig for old mockoposts that may explain the new ones.

So be it!

Mockoblog Survival Test

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

Do you think the time of humans as we know them (the hard working guys who mostly die of hunger and the soft flashy rich ones, who die of publicity or overloaded bank accounts) will carry on for much longer?

Do you think petrol is going up and uranium is going down? Do you believe in God as I don’t?

All we now call ‘human society’ could come to an end not by our demise, but by our dismissal. If you are from this planet and if you claim to be human, have you considered the Era of the Machine? We have that machine in place. It is yet spacious, parts of it are being called Google, parts of it are being called Pentagon, parts of it are proud of being called the UN or the Red Cross or the Children’s Found or your sports club. The technology gathered together by all these entities is taking another shape: it is becoming a world wide disease as we speak.

Swine flu? I had it! I am alive. Did I start it? Yes! For the guy next to me who also got it, yes! Do I rip the benefits? Guess who does it on my behalf! A disease with a name needs tests, vaccines and targeted medicine. Do I make them? Do I own the company who makes them? Think about it!

Petrol crisis? Did I make it? It did affect me, it does affect you (and when it doesn’t, fear for worse, as it will come back with a vengeance)!

Recession: uuuups! Did you take any advantage of it? No? I’m so sorry. Anyone you know? No? Sorry again. Somebody is making huge profits. Is it you?

Computers, ipods, cellphones, play consoles, fast foods, space stations, fast Internet, travel tickets, bargains, pre-booked funerals, photo sharing, insurance schemes, pharmaceutical conglomerates, gyms, adopetd kids, DVDs of how to get rich, etc. – do you own any of these? If your answer is ‘yes’ – piss of the mockoblog! If your answer is ‘no’ – welcome to the party of the losers, a.k.a. the human mankind.

If you’re not quite sure, follow these steps:

1. Check your life status: tick 1 for being alive and 0 for being dead;

2. Ask your family how do they feel about it (no family – ask your friends) – score 0 anyway;

3. Are you going to be richer tomorrow? – score 1 if you read this tomorrow;

4. Are you going to be healthier tomorrow? – score 5 as long as you can because this is just a special offer;

5. Add up the previous results (no adding skills? –  score 10 points for being able to control a calculator);

6. If your score exceeds mine, I grant you another 2 points;

7. If you don’t know my score, I take 100 points off your total;

8. If you’re still insisting on finding you total or have any other questions, please press ctr+alt+del;

9. Not happy yet? Here’s a 1 point bonus for your loyalty!!!;

10. Ignore the first 9 steps, we all know you’re part of the machine that allows you to take part in our survey. You have been granted another day as a human on this planet, as you know it. It may be your last.

Disclaimer: Due to the rating of mockoblog.com, we are not able to ask the more specific questions that could lead to an exact day of your dismissal from the human species. However, we can assure you taht you have taken the right approach and when the machine will govern alone, your memory will be considered for an upgrade to a happier state. This offer does not extend to siblings, parents or children, unless they have taken the test on their own, which could be highly damaging for your unique future DNA profile, thus we advise to disable their machine account anyway.

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Hey readers!

It’s not such a big deal! You’ll have to die anyway. It doesn’t come like an UFO invasion! This is already here and you are used to it. It’s gonna be smooth stuff, maybe you’ll even get a glimpse of how it’s done. Don’t blame Google or BP or Microsoft or the companies that make drugs and want their manes not to be so easy to remember. Thy are just the big fish that took the big bait first. The engine is running pretty cool for them. When your turn comes, it may be a good idea to think that is just religious stuff, maybe a pandemic or something, or maybe the economy collapsing. Take your pick! The result is the same. And you’re not gonna be part of the ones to see it. Unless you are an alien, of course.

As for me, the only alien I got to know closely is the PC and Internet machine. But what do I know?!

Sulina, Mon Amour

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

When I first started, this website could only be accessed via my New Zealand website (angle.co.nz) and in my first one or two mockoposts I nearly lied about fishing (see archive options to your right). Since we went global, I kind of neglected the jolly reality that some people out there may be not unlike myself at all: they may enjoy a good fishing tale, be it true or not, be it theirs or mine (the latter are the best).

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Long time ago, on another continent, I used to do TV stories and even docmentaries.  I directed, produced and even shot some of them in a lonly place where you can only go by boat: Sulina, in the Danube Delta. I hope I could help then some people who deserved more than they were getting. Sulina was my amour, my dream holiday destination at a time when I could choose any other far more cnfortable spot on this wee planet. I did not invent the “Sulina, mon amour” slogan and by no means am I writing a commercial story here.

There were good and bad times but all folk I met in Sulina were cool plus: Nenea Tudor, Dori the Captain, Cristi the Wild One and many others. One day I was virtually kidnapped in the street and forced, together with my cameraman, to join the local celebration of their church. On that day of August the 30th, 1996, I was so stuffed with food that it may have been the only party whenI was left with no room to drink a mere pint of beer. I also met in Sulina a nightmare of a guy guy who was to me (and still is to boat loads of amateurs) a fishing guru when it comes to carp and other coarse fresh water fish.

That’s the stern of his dinghy (don’t think he’s trawling, no, no, he’s not even drifting, he would be beached with his bow and the rods;  lines and rigs would be virtually still):

Rodpod la pupa

This is how he camps in the only European aquatic unspoiled paradise I’ve ever known, the Danube Delta, a magic place not far away from Sulina – for those of you who have Google Maps, it’s cheaper to get there Internet way. Don’t even think that the mist is made of Russian vodka and that the blokes in those tents might be asleep in the early hours of the morning – no way: they are all fishing on the other side:

Asa mi-am petrecut concediul

Yet the only one who ever catches real wild carp is my mate Mircea, whom I haven’t seen in ten years and whom I miss like those Mustad hooks I couldn’t find after we last went fishing together… or were they Gamakatsu and he was the one who couldn’t find them?

Crap 4 Kg

The best part is how to actually cook this modest carp, but this is another story.

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Should you want to have a look around and catch a fish or two, give me a buzz and I may put you onto my mate. But you’ll never be taken to the best spots Sulina has to offer. An old pirate saying goes: “If we told you, we would have to kill you.” The only secret I can share with you is a glimpse of what’s happening at the stern of our boat and that may explain why you won’t catch much at all:

SulinaTease

Execpt for one, I swear for the innocent copyright of all the photos on this mockopost: they belong to Mircea. I only censored the ones with the bigger…carps.

Ten years on and 12,000 miles away, Sulina remains mon amour.