The inner workings of Zeo's brain

Nope, nothing here good sirs

2009-12-17T00:41:00.001Z

This blog has moved!

http://zeosbrain.wordpress.com remember FOREVER

these small things

2009-11-07T00:32:00.003Z

I’ve heard her voice yesterday in almost a month. It felt amazing…

selections #5

2009-11-02T05:19:00.001Z

Inspired by the endless commute through the Tube and my state after working a gig. Gaze and chill while the train carries you away.

selections #5 - tubing the way home

As you can guess, there are four more. I’ll try to post ‘em as soon as possible.

Oh yeah, cover art from this dude.

Give me teh junk!

2009-10-31T01:58:00.001Z

If any major electronics company wants to have something cool reviewed (video and/or text), I am available. Yes. Send me stuff!

Apple’s lineup fall 2009

2009-10-31T01:12:00.000Z

Some bits and pieces of geekness. Apple threw out some nice looking products in this reportedly last batch in 2009. No more goodness till ’10… oh well, no new iPhone to want longingly.

So, the best one, in my opinion, is the Magic Mouse. No buttons, but multi-touch covering, much like in the new glass trackpads or the iphone. You can scroll with momentum, it works beautifully – if you flick a long one, it’ll roll for a good while before stopping. if you just lightly touch it, a few rows –, you can swipe, which is not that great, because you have to hold it awkwardly. Even though, very nice.

Upgraded iMacs, with 6:9 ratio, the glass is full front, nothing protrudes. Sleek, the screen is amazing if you have some HD movies lying about. Nothing much more needs saying.

Unibody MacBook, the plastic one. Sturdier , but most testers found that it collects fingerprints and scratches wonderfully. Improvement on the old one anyway. Also, integrated battery, longer life, LED backlighted screen, etc.

Improved Mac Mini, with server capabilities. Well, good for those who didn’t yet buy anything, but not a gamechanger. Just better.

And counting

2009-10-31T00:39:00.003Z

With this in it, I still need 10 more posts to be actually sellable. Go on creative writing!

One dream about to be fulfilled

2009-10-30T17:27:00.000Z

Yep, come pay day and I can finally start working towards one of my dreams. The iPhone! Yes, I’m a geek, I know, but this is the phone I’ve been wanting for a long while. Ever since 2G came out. And here, I see it everywhere, in everyone’s hand. On the Tube, in Starbucks, Roundhouse, etc.

So yes, for the whopping price of £185, it can be MINE. Huzzah! :)

And now off to work. Ta.

The concert algorithm

2009-10-30T17:19:00.000Z

Yep, moving to London has a lot of merits, one of them is the chance to see such great bands live, which I never thought possible. Just working at the Roundhouse and Scala, I saw Robbie Williams, Dizzee Rascal, Dame Shirley Bassey, Deadmous5, No Age and tons more. Missed a few as well. Phoenix and Los Campesinos! to be more precise.
But the BEST is yet to come. In November one of my favourite band will be playing at Scala (oh joy, oh free entry :), THE DODOS. It is the greatest thing ever to happen to me ever since coming here.

All is invited, COME! I command you.

Roundhouse gig

2009-10-30T17:15:00.000Z

So, working the Roundhouse is pretty much amazing! I get paid to have fun, watch concerts and all that jazz. Except when I’m stuck outside in Torquil’s. Oh well, everything is going great so far.

Have a few friends, I have my bike here (the most important of all things). Been to a few nice parties, but much more to go!

Anyway, if anyone know anyone with a room to let from november 8th, or round that time, give me a call!

biking

2009-10-14T01:49:00.001+01:00

Biking is freedom.

Simple truths.

story of a girl

2009-10-14T01:48:00.000+01:00

All righty, let's kick it up a notch with a full disclosure post about a girl I left behind.

I bought the plane ticket after Sziget, mid-august. The same month was SZIN (a youth festival at Szeged) and I had some great luck, cause I'd go down as a volunteer for free. I was promoting the Hungarian Cycleclub with some cool people. The tent was set up in a little area for nonprofit organizations (Greenpeace, Fair Trade, etc.), one of which was Amnesty International.

Sadly or luckily, there wasn't much to be do. The whole area was a bit off the beaten path, not a lot of people came. We had ample time to chat, get to know each other. The workers there, I mean. So, on the third day, I've met with this gal called Maci (lit. Bear, or Dorottya), and we hit it off quite nicely. Got her number, talked, laughed. It was great.

Comes the last day, last party. I'm dancing, feeling good, but I have a crazy idea to call Maci, see if she wants to have fun. She did and came with her friend. The party was ended too soon, so we just sat down, because the festival was over, nowhere to go plus it was pouring down, and at least it was covered. So we're sitting there, smoking and drinking, when an obnoxious bald guy (oh great Fortuna brought him to us!) starts hitting on poor Maci, who was in no state to tolerate him. With me being the one guy around, suddenly I'm her boyfriend. Of course I'll play along! The guys simply won't believe it, wants a kiss. HELL YES! First kiss, so easily. And some more, to be even more convincing.
The night goes on. We find some afterpartys, being together. The night is a good one, we talk and have fun. Then she has enough and dumps me. Well, worse things have happened.

Back in Budapest, decide to text her, maybe she'd still like to meet up. Yes, she would! Okay, after work I promptly close up (my fastest yet) and rush down to Irish Cat Pub, where she greets me with a kiss. And the night goes on once more. She's wonderful.

The days pass, we meet sparsely, but every time it's fun and the hours just rush on. And comes the last three days, I sleep over on all of them. We have a great last night, dining elegantly, sipping wine. Happiest few days.
And then, the dreaded wednesday morning, when I had to leave for home. Tears were shed, not a great way to start a morning. Or a journey.

I'm here, she's there. We talk a lot still, but agreed that both of us can go out, if either of us wants to. Not excessively. I miss her, very much. That's my not-so-great story, bah.

Samples from an unpublished book

2009-10-13T16:03:00.000+01:00

Sex

He wanted to be dominant. I never tried it. Roleplay. We chatted before. He turned me on. Also, I was afraid. I’ll be defenceless. He told me I wanted this because of my constant dominance. He could be right. I’m always the one who controlls. Now I’ll yield to him. He told me, what he’s going to do with me. I wanted it!
I prepped for the role. I was shaking with excitement when he arrived. He made me undress. He put a thick collar on me. Leash. He tied down the end. Went for a shower. I had to sit naked meanwhile. I’m a good dog!
He came back with a towel around his waist. He had a tasty, thin body. Sat down on the bed with legs apart. Opened up the towel.
‘Lick the master’s balls!’ he ordered me.
He picked up the leash. Pushed my head to his balls. I licked. He had swell ones. No speaking. Dogs don’t speak. I wanted to be a good dog. I licked his dick. He had a nice one. He held the leash. Sometimes tugged. Controlling. Reached under me.
‘Fuck the master’s hand!’
I fucked his hand. I was clumsy. He didn’t mind. I wanted to be a good dog! I licked his dick at length. Big strokes of tongue. He forgot his place for a while. Had a short suck. Reached under from behind. I felt the hair on his arms. He led me on the leash. I was a good dog. Came on my face. Cleaned it off. I couldnt’ve licked it off myself. Good dog. He held my cock. I rubbed it against his arm.
I came. I licked it off. He complimented me.
‘Good dog!’

Heart attack

I woke up. Wanted to scream. Not even a whimper came. I found the light switch. The sheet was stuck on me. The light wasn’t good. As if a slab of concrete was put on me.
I wanted to stand. To get some water. Calm down. I couldn’t. Somehow I rolled off the bed. Nausea was overwhelming. I was having shivers. Heatwaves flushed over me. Only a metre to the bathroom.
Took hours. The white tiles blinded me. Water felt good.
Pause.
I’m lying on the linoleum. It stank. I was lying in my own shit. Pissed myself too. The pain subsided. I grabbed the bathtub. My hand was slippery. Stood up. Didn’t feel like me. Everything was shifting. Sizes, colours.
Phone.
‘I think I had a heart attack.’
Told them the address. Dragged myself to the door. I can’t remember how I opened it.
People came in. Gurney. Medical bag.
‘We’ll take you to the hospital!’
I protested. Not like this. Covered in shit, ranking.
‘Yes like this. They’ve seen this.’
I protested. One of them took pity on me. Helped me into the tub. Cleansed the filth off me. Not pity. He didn’t want the car shitty. He retched. Me too. I held on by his neck. He covered me in a robe. The gurney didn’t fit in the escalator. They held me on both sides.
The wailing of the siren. A prick into my arm.
Pause.
‘Are you feeling better?’
Cold, harsh, high-pitched voice. Nurse.
‘No.’
Bip bip bip. I was laying naked. Cathater, infusion. Wires from my chest to the machine.
‘You’re in the hospital.’
Of course I’m there. My heart stopped, not my brain.
‘I’ll get the doctor.’
Looked to the side. Two old men, covered. Faces green.
‘How are you feeling?’
‘Great.’
‘That’s good! You had a heart attack.’
‘Figured.’
‘Luckly it was very local.’
What could I say? Hurray? I remained silent. He kept listing things not to do.
‘You’ll stay today. Tomorrow we’ll get you another ward.’
‘I’m not staying.’
‘I didn’t ask.’
‘Those two are dead. I’m not staying.’
I sat up. It wasn’t easy.
‘Don’t! It is not allowed yet!’
‘My responsibility?’
Young doctor. Quite good-looking. Thin, nice mouth. His face was pounding. He didn’t want to let me go. I fought for it in agony. He had no choice. The nurse got offended. He tore out the cathater. My dick hurt. I didn’t smack her. Should’ve.
Phone. Come, get me. They already knew what happened. One of them came. Brought clothes with him. Got the pills on the way back. The other cleaned up. It didn’t stink anymore. They bustled all around me. Food. Pillow behind my back.
I wanted a fag. Coffee. Stillness. Him.

Bike - Not Gone!

2009-10-12T21:33:00.000+01:00

Yes, I'm a lucky son of a bitch. Or my lock is too good to fidget with it. Bius was there where I left her.

Now, I'm gonna need a National Insurance Number. Also, a job.

There was a trial day at Scala, but nothing came back. On Wednesday, Roundhouse. Plus I met with Levi, a riksha from Hungary. It seems Triáker is taking over London as well :) And they have open places! Gonna try that too.

Hopes

2009-10-12T04:00:00.000+01:00

I just hope that when I get to Camden Town tomorrow, my bike will still be there. Two wheels included. And the seat. And the pedals.

Welcome

2009-10-11T20:19:00.001+01:00

Hello there kind reader! As I've moved to London, I thought it be fitting to start an English-only blog to document my life day to day, or as anything of interest happens.

Look sharp, more posts coming your way soon :)