DEAR FOREIGN BLOGGERS
I’m writing this post in my very fluent and arxidata English, just to answer a few questions you may have about this little Greek blog.
My strange name, is actually a job in Greece, in a little shop which is called psilikatzidiko, were I kolovarao all day long. We sell kapotes and bixlibidia and we actually attract, among other kelepouria, many stupid people, just as you were attracted by this blog.
Don’t be so foolish and naive to think that we Greeks like only kamaki, or gyros, or mousaka, or just a good peace of kolara. If you think that, then you must stop watching tv ASAP!!! We have periexomeno too.
We hated Olympics and all the money we lost, gamo to kerato tous and we still want our marbles back you bloody kleftronia! Although if you plan to keep them, give us some miza monofagades or we’ll tell Zeus to strike you with a big thunder and you won’t see your tyfla sas, lamogia meta.
Anyway, I don’t want to be carried away by emotions, so I’ll try to give you a guide of the themes greek bloggers devour most. We like everything that has to do with ksekatiniasma and malliotravigma, as well as politics. Don’t think of course we really like politics. Mostly we adore making fun of them and their silly peroukinia, their big koilies and kolous and everything stupid they amolane.
It’s a bit interesting though, that we all are psilopouremenoi and varemenoi because of such a successful blogosphere, you would expect at least some myalomenous. But no, that’s just rumors.
We don’t like bouzoukia, or if we do, we hide it and we play it koultouriareoi. It attracts more gomenakia that way. Oh, how could I forget! Most bakoureoi have become bloggers and try to psarepsoun gomenakia, but they stay with their poulo sto xeri because if we were after poulos we wouldn’t keep a blog. We would just wear a minaki and we woud dance tsifteteli on the bara with no vraki. That would be a lot easier than writing our guts out, but they can’t figure it out yet.
So, we write, we rant, we curse, we fight and we are very proud of our gamiades ancestors. They are the only thing to hold on, cause our brains are unwilling to work, after the fifth century of Periklis, if you know what I mean. Take a tour in my links if you like, and if you understand shit, please notify me. It’s all greek to me too.
Don’t think for a minute that we don’t like foreign bloggers. We are not racists, we just only think that when we discovered filosophy, you were pithikia, so our superiority is natural, you see. You may learn a lot from us, but first you have to learn our language as well as ancient greek. If you don’t, you won’t be as kaliergimenoi as we are, so you are not allowed to enter our blogosphere.
It doesn’t matter that we ourselves don’t know our language, we have the genes that will katharisoun for that. You know, “the classic, the malakas, the ellinas” Georgiou speaking.
Thanks for stopping by and don’t forget to live your myth in Greece next summer.
We already live in a myth, all year long. :D