I slept late last night and had to get up to work. And now in the morning I have a dream – I sit in the same room with Putin and discuss Russian cinema. And at one point I tell him – it’s time for me to go to work, Vladimir Vladimirovich. And he's me - you sit-seat, I'll solve the matter, don't watch. I kindly try to object and at this time I wake up from the alarm clock.

After gathering, I went to work. I come - and at work, the electricity is turned off, so everyone is sent back.

I should have listened to Vladimir Vladimirovich =)

Somehow a specialist from another unit came to us with an urgent note and a demand to give up everything and execute it immediately. The service was not registered in the office and not signed by the general. Knowing that this specialist is a flamboyant and inclined woman, she was rejected extremely correctly and the service was not accepted.

In three seconds, it turned into a hurricane - it erupted with threats and blasphemy. She described our department and all of us in bright, memorable colours, among which the epithetes: "dirty lazy" and "polished pockets" were the most harmless. Apparently rushing to the continuation, she rested a little, and was already preparing to courageously reflect something equally unpleasant to her.

But in the response from our boss she heard a quiet and calm:

Go out! You are not happy here.

The sad went away.

At the beginning of the first night, there was a call for a violation of public order (neighbors do karaoke, children cannot sleep). Narad has left, rises up to the “victim” of night singing, opens the door... say “shuff” – say nothing. A huge man with a weekly scarf and stickers. Neighbors from below are really a whistle (it can’t be called singing) some hard pop. Asked if you were asking the neighbors to be a little quieter, the man replied: "If I had called, they would have called the police, - then scratched the neck and added, - an ambulance, I think, too."

There are two projects...
At one point accurate?
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh All in all, yes.

My girlfriend had fun:
...
For example, this is my boyfriend’s girlfriend.
What is?! to
In other words, my girlfriend’s boyfriend...
...??? to
Fuck you, you understand it!
Yes, Kitty, we understand everything about you ?

xxx: would already unite Roskomnadzor and RPC
Yyy:...and would be sent to Mars in the name of technology and science

"Tomorrow I will be on the "Internet Advertising Day", I wrote to the manager. And at this point I thought that,, the "Bottom of Internet Advertising" is a very good characteristic of the event I am going to...

My husband and I went into the dark basement.
Fuck, I can’t see them. Lumos (fire the pocket lamp)
It’s nice when there’s a little magic in life.

I go to the public toilet.
In one of the cabins, feet can be seen.
The sound of broken paper.
I heard singing:
What cannot be wiped out, as much as three,
Freedom is what is inside me.

How you stumbled on the mercy who when started reading and what achieved...
I’d rather think where the sense of humor went away. ;)

The forgotten:

It may be somewhat cynical, but now it seems to me that Carlson, who lives on the roof, is just a thick boy.
2: What about the propeller?
The Crazy Fat Bomb

It’s not yours, Carlsonchik is not a bomb! He has a small house on the roof.

The paycheck

>>> And the country has long not needed millions of "high-educated"
Aahahahahahahahahahahahahahahah So maybe we will stop launching satellites, and we will hit the fundamental research? And in fact, they even ruin the budget very much.

"High-educated", ideally, is able to perform highly qualified work. But the fact that there are few places for high-skilled (and adequately paid) jobs compared to places for low-skilled - speaks only about the level of development of our industry.

In 1974, I went to 1st grade, I could read and count from 4-5 years old. He could not write. In our class no one was able to write, everyone learned from scratch. To read and to count, some were able.
— — —
I agree here. Writing is more difficult, the letters are curved, teachers are encouraged to put assessments based on the criteria of clean writing and only then spelling. Only in the 4th grade and it was easier when the score for the score stopped decreasing.

Is it just about reading at first? Translations and cutting lines are a matter of technology, it is really secondary, while the ability to grasp the meaning (reading) is key.

My grandmother was walking with me - she was drawing large letters with a stick on the snow - and this is what? The grandmother was an intuitive teacher from God, a peasant of Tverska, in the very three classes of the church and parish, but I, my beloved granddaughter, was unwillingly pushed. Thank you Grandma!

Brothers and Sisters Vachovsky
I recently saw the Matrix on the list of great movies created by female directors. I didn’t immediately understand why Vachovsky was there, but then...

The feeling when his wife burned that she read Marquis de Sade...
Nothing compared to the feeling when she says they’re written without a fire. h.h

Strangely, why does our people consider fools and unskilled managers those who live at their expense, who have brought them to poverty, and themselves swim in luxury?

I spent a long time writing, but my conscience played out.
I live in my house near Moscow. Gas is highway, and heating accordingly. I sit there, I don’t touch anyone. knocking at the door. I open. A puppy man blows his crusts – I, where, a firefighter, from Mosoblagaz, came to check you as a bourgeois. Well, once this is the case, come in, boom to check. Then the pure Kafka begins.
- Do you have an imported boiler, has it a certificate?
Oh yes please.
Does the company that licensed it have a license?
Here is a copy.
and AGA. Well, we look at the chimney... Yes, a good chimney, the sky is visible. There are almost no saws. Clean up something? Okay well. What about ventilation?
Well here.
– Oh! The fire is burning, the fire is burning. It is true ventilation. So what else... There’s something else... Ah! What about landing?? to
Well here.
He climbs into a suitcase and gets a tester.
The fucking! And actually landing :( So what else was? A! Is the electricity in your home calculated? This is very, very important. But difficult...
Dad, I am beginning to get angry. I don’t like when people try to get me so cheap. OK, I take a piece of paper.
What is complicated here? Now we count.
I write a completely crazy integral. But beautiful, in a closed contour. Blessing behind the shoulders of Fiztech and the candidate degree. I’m doing a couple of completely stupid transformations.
And now I say, man, look. The height of 14 meters is the coefficient. House 10x10 – we replace. The roof is iron, you know. In short, there is about 0.02 microfarads.
Well, somewhere it usually happens.
I did not give him money. Because it is nefigured. But the sheet with that integral has gone off. This is a laugh for someone who understands.

The tasks set in Syria have been fulfilled – we have used all the bombs with a deadline.

XXX is Hi! What do you do?
Yyy: Removing the mess on the photos, fucking.
XXX: Did you get into the extras?
YYYYYYYYYYYYY I have closets, and I try to understand where the infection has settled, which the antivirus can not catch for some reason.

Tired of school... let’s get something new, right?