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Leechers
Definition : Leecher – a creative personality, unsatisfied with harsh surroundings; actively appropriating, transforming and consuming another’s content.
To struggle, to search, to find … download ! (Leecher’s motto)
I’ll download entire Internet. (Basic Leecher’s error)
Who’ll download more in n-th time. (Leechers favorite gambling)
Whose channel is thicker. (Basic way of d***s comparison among Leechers)
Traffic seasickness. (Leecher’s professional disease)
Modem. (The most widespread curse among Leechers)
Proxy-server. (A mythical being, allowing Leecher to become invisible for his enemy Sysadmin)
Anonymous proxy-server. (Ancient and powerful monster, feeding on traffic. Hides a Leecher not only from Sysadmin, but from Sysop as well. Only Higher Leecher are able to befriend him)
Proxy-server of secret services. (Disgusting and mean being, capable to take the form of normal proxy-server. As a rule, after long intercourses with him, a child, named ‘order to visit the militia’ is born).
“We’ll flow all net with our packets …
We’ll flow it to the foundation …
We’ll build a new one from the brackets
And will be happy from creation !”
(Patriotic Leechers song of the middle of the last century)
“Go to … coaxial !” (Disputes of Leechers, who did not manage to out-argue the opponent, usually end like so).
“You are not a router for me here !” (Leecher’s slang word, translatable approximately like “You are not my mentor !”)
“Ye netcard’s cable is still not clenched !” (Really untranslatable word combination, which represents a demonstration of one’s Leecher superiority over another. Approximate possible translation is : “Your milk on ye lips has not even dried up”).
To Load. (The term, designating the increase of abilities/possibilities of Leechers).
To PreLoad. (The term, designating the highest possible degree of Leecher’s euphoria).
To DownLoad. (The term, designating the end of the process, designated by a term “To Load”).
To OverLoad. (The term, designating a high degree of morality calmness; sincere satiety).
To UnderLoad. (The term, designating terrible, painful and extremely distressing process of interruption of process, designated by a term “To Load”)
Your channel has made inappropriate operation and will be shut down. (A horrific dream of all Windows Leechers)
There is no God except the Internet and network card is His prophet. (Religious conviction of all Leechers)
Traffic ways are inscrutable. (Excuse of all Leecher-priests of orthodox specialization)
A Leecher for a Leecher is a friend, a companion and free proxy-server. (Informal relations of Leechers)
29.10.2010
Yours Russia
Russia, your turn now!
- And send her to her big fatty bum !
- Have no fear, that’s exactly what I have already made. She does not deserve better.
- All women are swines. Once you have opened your soul before them – and they will beat your muzzle on a table.
- Yeah, that’s so.
- … All right, my friend, we need to relax somehow. Got any ideas ? Maybe some herbs … Euphoria …
- Nnnaay … I’m feeling sick from yesterday…I’m not a company for you in that. Beer … I could take a sip of beer.
- Beer … hmm…not a bad idea, huh ?
- Ok, so … let’s go for a beer ?
- Yep. Let’s go.
* * *
- Mmmm…no…I think … Whadda I think ? Theirs beer … total suxx. Absolutely, fuck it, suxx ! Have tried it a lot of times, and always felt it – suxx ! Unlike our beer … hm … fuck, the nostalgia is gonna eat me whole !
- Of ours, right ? So what ? Do you not remember how we used to live there ? And here … beautiful. Wonderful, damn it ! Nothing to care about the family, nothing to worry about how you should live on the next several days. Could buy anything … almost anything … Great, damn it !
- By the way, I’ve never asked ye – whom you were when we were at home ?
- In our country ? Guess who ? A musician I was, fuck it ! Played on violins, appealed to hearts of men and women alike … in the metro and undergrounds, mostly – when there was no normal work anymore. And here … burp … “here is not like there”, as they say … got sunk into a business and money have poured on me at once. And no standing with stretched hand, not anymore, damn ! I’ve even started to respect myself at the long last. And there I was … begging … begging with music … trying to start living at last … dreaming of becoming a man … a man …
- Know what ? I … sometimes it’s calling for me to return there, nevertheless … dragging me home. But how should we make our living there now ? They say the country in so deep in the bullshit that to go there – is to sink in it completely. Have just chosen a new president – looks like the new deputy, and yet they still believe that he’s nothing less that Savior directly from the Heavens … cannot save themselves still. Eeehh ! What’s the reason to speak about that right now … what’s the difference ? The bullshit is still a bullshit, yeah ?
- I dunno know, dunno know … cannot … the heart … its … painful…
- Hey … hey … don’t give up ! Let’s buy another round of drinks, yeah … ? And the girl … we’ll find the new girl. “Giiirrrrlliieess … giiiirrrrlliiess, don’t stand aside without pride …. “. Let’s go, huh ! Hey, stand up ! Forward ! Hey …. what’s …. what’s with you ? Hey ! Hey ! There, over here ! Emergency ! Call the emergency !
* * *
A holiday has recently passed here – and city’s streets were dazzled with posters.
“Vote for your future !”, “The future is here ! Make your choice in a new century !”, “Decide your destiny !”, and more, and more, and more. Yet another election of another president. Yet again a choice of smaller of two evils. Yet again four years of ruin, hidden by the growth of economic indicators.
I have descended to the underground passage. It’s as it always was – dirty, murky and wet, no one is even trying to clean up all the mess here. Some man, playing a violin … a cap for donations was lying nearby him, and I have thrown there trifle on the move. The man has looked at me for an instant and I have noticed a slight nod of his head – and then my feet have carried me forward and away from him.
I left the underground and moved in the direction of a main square. For several times groups of still young staggering boys and girls passed me by.