Happy Thanksgiving, my friends!



Thanksgiving Day is approaching and I always liked and respected its idea. Unfortunately, Romanians took what's worst from the American advertised traditions and the best example is Valentine's Gay, the pretext to fuck, to buy cheap "presents" and be desperate to find a date with the excuse that you don't want to spend Valentine's Gay all by yourself. It doesn't matter that we already have our OWN celebration of love [Dragobete], finding pretexts to be false is always good.

They should have taken Thanksgiving Day instead, because it's a day of introspection, of awareness, of coming close to the people and things that mean the most to you. I guess this isn't en vogue around here. So I will celebrate it without a traditional dinner or anything of the sort, simply in honor of the people and things that I am grateful for.



No vampire has yet been born to commit me to immortality. I have grown a cold heart, even the feelings froze. He's tied up to someone, but that is null. All awaits me to divide and conquer. God knows how well I conquered, this bond between us that separates people's reality from mine.

They gave it many names: from mild schizophrenia to denial. In reality, it's power: the power to create and pursue your own reality instead of giving in to what others want, instead of being what others want you to be, to be FREE. Freedom is power. And I am free.

Nobody has earned their right to give me the guidelines of my own reality. Nobody has earned their right to lead my mind. Nobody will. I have rejected your "reality" as you have rejected mine. The difference is that while you feel empty and frustrated because you gave up your dreams - with every childhood dream you fail, I come alive.
[Photo © 2009, The Elder]



© 2009, The Elder
Azi vreau sa-i desfiintez (in scris macar) pe cacanarii care vin la patinoar si rad de cei care patineaza si nu oricare cacanari, ci cei care nici macar nu se incumeta sa isi arate talentul la patinaj. Dupa vreo 13 ani de "pauza" datorata unui eveniment neplacut, eu nu am mai pus patina pe gheata, doar mergeam cu prietena mea si stateam pe margine, in afara. In final, ea m-a convins sa patinez din nou, ceea ce a fost o provocare. Am re-invatat sa patinez si pana la urma a fost foarte distractiv. Anul asta mi-am cumparat patine, pentru ca ideea de a-mi BAGA PICIOARELE in mizeriile alea de inchiriat, dupa toti "ciupercarii", nu ma incanta. Dar imi amintesc ca destul de mult timp am mers pe langa mantinela, ca orice incepator. Dupa cateva zile m-am desprins de ea si am inceput sa merg singura, normal, destul de aproape de margine, ca sa pot sa ma prind cand cad. :))

In fiecare seara dadeam de subspeciile care se postau in afara patinoarului si veneau numai ca sa-i deranjeze pe oameni, preferand incepatorii. Moda omului de a lovi pe cei mai slabi nu va trece niciodata, dar in cazul asta, nu stiu cine e mai slab: unul care invata sa patineze sau un nesimtit care il enerveaza?

Poate ca suna exagerat, dar de multe ori, daca bati cu piciorul in "peretele" patinoarului sau fluieri tare cand trec, imi pierd concentrarea si normal ca s-ar putea sa-ti dau motive de "amuzament". Oricum eu imi exersez viteza, asa ca va veni momentul cand am sa te scuip intre ochi cand trec si n-ai sa vezi de unde a venit. Dar, sa nu vorbesc numai de mine. Sunt copii sau oameni mai in varsta care invata si nu cred ca isi doresc sa auda "papuse, vezi sa nu cazi" cand vin la patinoar. De fapt, ce dracu', nici un om normal nu vrea. Oamenii merg la patinoar sa se distreze, nu sa va auda pe voi cum va grohaiti fetishismele.

Concluzia evidenta e ca, daca vii sa stai pe margine si sa faci misto de altii, e clar ca "nu ai viata". In general, daca-ti petreci timpul facand misto de altii, nu ai viata, dar asta e in top 5:

5. Iti faci conturi pe site-uri ca sa faci misto de altii/sa te iei de altii (de preferat anonime).

4. Mergi la orice concert numai ca sa batjocoresti ori formatia, ori fanii.

3. Iti faci cont fals pe internet si impersonezi pe altcineva, dai spammuri cu adresa ta de mail si iti oferi serviciile sexuale, iar cei ce ti le cer vor crede ca tu esti ala/aia din poza [asta mi se intampla mie acum] :)) - dar esti tip si folosesti poza unei tipe - asta e putin ciudat, dar ma rog. (ce o sa se intample cand o sa-ti ceara uebchemul si o sa apara moaca ta adevarata, plina de cosuri si asudata de tampenie, nu stiu. :)) )

2. Mergi intr-un loc ca patinoarul, piscina, etc si te apuci sa razi de oamenii care se distreaza in legea lor.

1. Faci misto de oameni si ai un umor la fel de excitant ca o bucata de carne tinuta 2 saptamani la soare [pentru unii esti excitant, dar majoritatii ii vine sa vomite cand te simte.]

Nu stiu de ce am senzatia ca am mai scris un articol despre asta, dar nu conteaza. Ce vreau eu sa spun e ca toti cei ce fac treburi din astea nu sunt nici cool, nici interesanti, nici masculi/femele feroce/fatale, ci doar niste puTZoi fara umor. Multi confunda simtul umorului cu "hai ba sa mergem sa ne luam de alea".

Soak Your Mind

© 2009, The Elder
Today as I was talking to my best friend, I came to the conclusion that there's a problem that I haven't talked about in this blog. And I said "I'll blog this!", hoping that one day I'll make myself a T-shirt with this line.

From the start, I am going to EXCLUDE those who have real phobias of water. I am talking about johns and janes, your average idiot, the "boy/girl" next door. I met a lot of people who, with such a serene expression told me that they can't swim. How can one not be able to swim and be serene about it and call himself human?

Let me start by expanding what I talked to my best friend today, for she hates this as well. So, I said: both animals and humans think, the difference is that while animals think instinctively, humans think rationally. Thus, an animal that loves its owner (X) will think of its owner as what he is because of instinct, because if the animal were to have Y as its owner, the animal would bite X and defend Y. You can say: kids will do the same, we don't choose our parents, blah blah. No, we don't (in some philosophies we do, but I won't start that), but the way that animals think is instinctual, they follow these patterns to act in a certain way, even the species of birds that have only a pair and die when the pair dies, act instinctively. Humans, on the other hand, think rationally - I am not in the mood to go on with this as you all know.

Humans are proud of the rational thinking, saying that this is what makes them the coolest in the food chain (if you don't count the worms that eat us after we die, that if we don't choose cremation or embalming). Well, I love to delay my ranting... :D

Now: how can a human call himself human if he can't swim? If you throw even a cat in the water, it will do all it can to survive. If you throw any animal in the water, it won't just wait to die, it will struggle to survive. I previously said in a post that humans start to lack survivalism more and more. The blunt truth is that humans become more and more idiotic.

People that can't swim should be ashamed of themselves and pray that a dog or any animal will buy them as their pets, not viceversa. I find it extremely disturbing to hear a person serenely saying that they cannot swim. It is not something that others should reply with "ah, that's ok", but with "how the hell not??" When you meet someone that says that they cannot swim, humiliate them. If you say that I teach you unorthodox things, then I wonder if laying down and dying like a rag is more orthodox.

There is no excuse to not know how to swim. OH and right now I remembered: the idiots who can't swim and lack survivalism, as I said, are MOST of the ones who go in the deepest waters and then get (post mortem) famous for being the brainwrecks who crossed the barriers. That's because lack of survivalism is linked to idiocy and here I gave you the argument. You don't believe me? Be more careful when you hear this kind of news: in most cases you will hear that the person didn't know how to swim.

Instead of bashing me because you feel "attacked" (which will not turn me into a non-swimmer and will not change my life in any way), go learn how to swim, it might save your life and you won't be just another helpless and annoying wreck OR be a lame-ass in your 30s with those air filled swimming "pillows" for children. :))))) Oh I'll die laughing lookin' at you!



In a society where luxury has become more important than health, a person whose priorities are in the lines of survivalism might go insane. I am not sure if Nietzsche said that, but someone I know said LONG ago that what people are starting to lack is the instinct of survival. Take it from the easiest examples: parents let their fat kids eat from McDonald's, buying them 2 menus in a row; a girl said: "If I had to choose between make up and food, I'd choose the make up"; people spend money on FUR and JEWELLERY and MAKE UP, but hardly have teeth in their mouths, people take small children in crowds, so on and so forth.

Luxury is the biggest sign of idiocy. I hate luxury to the point of vomit. I hate it because it has become the one dream of mankind, the one purpose, the one thing to be promoted, breeding superficiality and the love for the earthly. It is on the same spot as my hate for bad grammar.

Now, people should never charge health. Yes, that means that the STATE [whatever state there is] should pay for researching cures for diseases and anything about medicine and ELITISM should be ABOLISHED in the health's domain. You have to be rich to be healthy, you have to be rich to be cured, you have to be rich to... Fuck rich. Fuck you all who endorse such mentalities and political structures.

It is a sign that the society is diseased. I always considered the health system to be like a house's bathroom. Who likes a house with a dirty bathroom (I am talking about normal people)? When a restaurant's bathroom is dirty, a normal person is starting to lose his trust in their services. Of course, the pigs like you who live in luxury don't have to see a dirty bathroom (/hospital) because you shit on gold and wipe your ass with 100$ bills.

I don't care if you agree or disagree with this. I have been once again faced with the lack of care in the health system and no argument that you bring will change my mind. I am narrow minded, sue me.



This is the only reality.


RIP Terry. You're free from pain now. I'll see you soon.


Q & A

I found some questions here and I liked some of them, so I will answer.

Q: Name the most terrifying moment of your life so far.
A: When I caused a car accident and I won't go into more details.

Q: If you wanted to look very sexy, how would you dress?
A: Short pants combined with long sleeves jacket. But without any vain attitude, I can be sexy even in hip hop clothes because it comes from the inside.

Q: What famous person do other people tell you that you most resemble?
A: Mark Harmon. I have a post here to certify that, as well.

Q: What is the strangest thing you’ve ever eaten?
A: Swordfish, octopus, snails, shark.

Q: What dead person would you least want to be haunted by?
A: Ted (Bundy).

Q: Who would you most like to be stuck in an elevator with? Least like?
A: Most like - Mark Harmon in one of his elevator Gibbs-conferences. Least like - any asshole or smelly person.

Q: Would you rather go a week without bathing, but be able to change your clothes, or a week without a change of clothes, but be able to bathe?
A: A week without change of clothes, but to be able to bathe.

Q: You can choose your method of dying and the place in which you will die. Where would you like to die and how?
A: I don't die. :) Eh, I would choose lethal injection or in my sleep and the place...by the sea.

Q: If you had to be trapped in a TV show for a month, which show would you choose?
A: Only one month? :( NCIS.

Q: You can select one person from history and ask them a question to which they must give a thruthful reply. Whom would you select, and what question would you ask?
A: I would choose many, I am curious about tons of unsolved mysteries of history, but right now I'd pick Ceausescu and I'd ask him: how do you think you'd have become if you didn't go to Korea and you didn't become obsessed with yourself? And tell me all there is to know about the real starters of the Revolution. And tell me: do you think that if you were still our President and NOT a totalitarian, would you have been able to do more than these politicians have, so far? Ohhh too many questions...

Q: If you joined the circus, what act would you most want to perform?
A: The act of releasing all those poor animals.

Q: You discover that your wonderful one-year-old child is, because of a mix-up at the hospital, not yours. Would you want to exchange the child to correct the mistake?
A: Not exchange, I'd want both.

Q: Would you be willing to commit perjury in court for a close friend? What if your lie would save his life?
A: Anytime, anywhere.

Q: Would you be willing to eat a bowl of live crickets for $40,000?
A: Even for less. I have living crickets at home, offer me $40,000 and I'll feast.

Q: Would you be willing to give up sex for one year if you knew it would give you a much deeper sense of peace than you have now?
A: Certainly. Even more than one year if it's necessary.

Q: If you could have anyone locked in a room so that you could torment them for a day, whom would you choose, and how would you torment them?
A: I won't give her name because she is known and she might oh-so sue me for such "calomny". If you want, I will disclose her name in private. What I'd do? Fuck her with a metal rod for a few hours, until she gets tired of so much sex.

Q: Do you feel that children should be sheltered from unhappiness?
A: Yes. But all people who have real feelings and desire love, peace and friendship should be sheltered from unhappiness..

Q: The children living next door are being horribly abused by their parents. The only way to stop the abuse is to adopt the children and care for them in your home. Would you?
A: No, I would go to the Police. Come on, this is SF.

Q: If you could have personally witnessed one event in history, what would you want to have seen?
A: The Holocaust. I'd have shaken the minds of several "people".

Q: What rights should the father have if his unmarried girlfriend wants an abortion?
A: To advise her what's best for his daughter.

Q: Would you generally be overdressed or underdressed at a party?
A: Underdressed.

Q: If you could wake up tomorrow in the body of someone else currently living, would you do so? Whom would you pick?
A: Meh...Pam Dawber. But I wish I would still be me.

Q: Would you have one of your fingers surgically removed if it guaranteed immunity from all major diseases?
A: Yes. Boy, then I'd smoke 3 a day. :))

Q: Have you ever been sexually attracted to a family member or a person of an inappropriate age? How did you deal with it?
A: Family member - no. Inappropriate age - define. I have ALWAYS been attracted by older men. Is 58 inappropriate?

Q: If you could be any age again for one week, what age would you be?
A: 10.

Q: What outfit or article of clothing do you like to see your spouse wearing the most?
A: Ohh, anything would look good on his beautiful body. I'd prefer hoodies and jeans though.


I Drew Jack!

I have always had the complex that I can't draw, especially being surrounded by two parents who are both painters and designers and my best friend, who is very talented with drawing. But tonight I wanted to see if I can surpass myself. :) I picked Jack Skellington. Now, I wanted to see if I can draw him, but not just like that, but with a semi-facial expression as well. You know, his eyes are very expressive. I am just glad I managed to do it, it's a SIMPLE drawing, but I have NO TALENT, so don't expect me to start with complex portraits. Another reason that made me smile was that I managed to draw this with my RIGHT hand and I am a leftie. So I can draw, after all. Not great, not awesome, but I can.

Note: I didn't use ANY photo/template over it, I just looked at a photo and drawn after it, but without putting it OVER my drawing, so it is from scratch. I spent half an hour on the left eye, but oh well. :) I am not saying this because it was oh-so hard to draw, but because I couldn't even draw this before. I guess my mom was right when she recently told me that all I do is to block my mind from considering to do it.

I love how it came out and I love Jack. Now I have my own little Jack, made with Paint:


The Few, The Proud...

Semper Fi to US Marines everywhere. I know I'm one day late, being 11 here already, but there, where most of you guys are, it's still the 10th. My thoughts are with you guys, come home safe. I'll salute my online Marine friends too, I met a couple of awesome Devil Dogs and supporters on vampirefreaks!

Taken from

"Becoming a Marine is a transformation that cannot be undone, and Semper Fi reminds us of that. Once made, a Marine will forever live by the ethics and values of the Corps. There is no such thing as an ex-Marine. "

...and from

"What is left unsaid in the motto is also notable. The phrase is "Always faithful." It isn't "Sometimes Faithful." Nor is it "Usually Faithful," but always. It is not negotiable. It is not relative, but absolute. Who is always faithful, though. and to what, exactly are they faithful? Interestingly, the simplicity of the phrase and the calculated neglect to specify its parameters seems to strengthen it. Marines pride themselves on their straightforward mission and steadfast dedication to accomplish it. Things do not need to be spelled out for them; they know what it means and what to do about it.

Even the use of Latin must make them uncomfortable, because they shorten an already-short motto to the more colloquial "Semper Fi." This does not misrepresent the phrase; it simply symbolizes the ability of common people to become part of a brotherhood that demands more of its members than any other comparable group in the world. "


...and that makes you original because...?

A trecut ceva timp de cand nu m-am mai luat de cacatismul "originalilor" din jurul meu. M-au acaparat prin originalitatea fabuloasa de care dau dovada si de aceea tin mortis sa ii onorez cu o postare din asta mai ragaita.

1. De ce majoritatea tipelor cu pretentia de a fi goth trebuie sa aiba poze cu ele cazute pe jos, de preferat in cimitir, cu o mana aproape de cap (palma in jos si flexata catre obraz) si cu cealalta atarnand? De ce? Pai, mai fetelor, voi faceti subcultura goth de cacat, pentru ca oamenii astia sunt veseli si plini de viata si/sau danseaza ca Robert (The Cure), nu stau atarnati pe vreo cruce si-si taie venele din "iubire". Uneori, pozele astea sunt artistice, dar deja devine penibil sa vezi fete frumoase, care ar arata asa dragut dansand in fusta si cizme, prelingandu-se prin cimitire sau in orice loc mai "tomnatic". Eu dac-as fi vreun mort pe-acolo, le-as bantui, pe bune. :) Sincer, mi-ar placea sa vad o fata dansand psihedelic (intr-un cimitir, daca trebuie neaparat) in locul puzderiei de triste. Am vazut atatea incat deja a devenit cliseu.

2. Sa-mi explice si mie cineva de ce daca (s)pui "gen" la sfarsitul unei propozitii/fraze, te face sa te simti mai original. Am vazut o tona de statusuri: "la munca...gen", "cu iubi...gen" (bine, ca pe alea cu "cu iubi" am sa le comentez dupa asta). Nu inteleg logica, adica daca spui "gen", ce spui tu devine mai interesant sau...? Eu (cred ca) stiu ce e: un fel de traducere la "like", dar stiti cat de penibil suna? Nu? Lasa asa, mai am motive sa ma amuz.

3. "Cu iubi/orice nume de iubit etc". Mai am nevoie sa adaug ceva? Nu te transformi intr-o femeie de succes daca ai un iubi si nici nu le faci pe fetele fara iubi sa fie geloase. De ce nu va puneti voi si status cu "ma cac", daca tot ne spuneti tot ce faceti si cu cine sunteti pe messenger? :)

4. Vand UGGS. Nu port asa ceva si le-am primit cadou. Sunt nr 41, noi noute, maro, nepurtate niciodata, in jur de 1 milion. Am sa le fac o poza. Mi se par hidoase si, pe langa pantalonii lasati pana se vad juma' din chiloti, daca adaugi UGGS chiar ca arati ca oamenii strazii. Asta da reclama! :)) Asa ca scapati-ma pe mine de rusine si cumparati-le.



Two things that I've heard recently about how one can morph into another by meditating. I could interpret it as a sort of buddhist "thoughts shape you" theory or I could simply give into my rather melodramatic state and say that sometimes, a love or friendship that is not consumed in the earthly ways can be more tangible than the so-called reality. OR I can just try to remember who had that quote, like: "You look a lot at something, you become that something".

When it comes from the outside, from people that don't have much contact with me, then it's more striking. Take it like this: if a good friend tells you that you look bad with a cloth, you will not wear it anymore and not take much offense, but if a stranger or an acquaintance tells you the same thing, you're more embarrased. At least I'd be. Well, a good acquaintance told me this:

"...saw the thumbnail picture and thought it was you. donno if that's a compliment or an offense". The photo she meant is this:

No, I don't look like a man and no, I don't have blue eyes, but maybe it's what's inside that comes at the surface and makes two people that seem to not have contact, morph into each other. It is not the first time I hear this and each time I do, I am euphoric. As I said, he IS my mentor and the apprentice's task is to become one with the mentor. My mother said to me the same thing a few times when she saw a certain photo of him and not to mention my best friend, who makes me euphoric every day. Another friend from vampirefreaks said that we MAKE a great couple. :) Note that she didn't say "would". :D

So, it can NEVER be an offense, but the greatest compliment. To be able to morph into my role model, that is the ultimate priviledge. So, you'll find me here:



Omegle time:

Connecting to server...
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: hi. i'm a serial killer.
Stranger: hi
Stranger: me too
You: that's good. how many victims so far?
Stranger: 24
Stranger: you
You: 35+. not sure if the last two survived or not.
Stranger: nice
Stranger: what do you do with the bodies
You: I fuck them.
You: you?
Stranger: me too
You: aaaaaaa that's so good. we match!
Stranger: i have sex with their intestiens
You: oh yeah!
You: I hide them in the forest
You: so that nobody can find them :D
Stranger: i burn them in my specialy made fernus
You: ahhh I'm jealous.
You: have you been arrested yet?
Stranger: no
You: I'm on death row now.
You: But I promised I'll tell them where they are if they give me a few more years.
Stranger: nice deal
You: they want to electrocute me.
Stranger: uu
Stranger: thats nice
You: I'll have a nice figure after I'm dead.
Stranger: muahahah
You: when was your last kill?
Stranger: this morning
You: Ah I envy you.
You: Could you fuck them for me, too?
You: I'm kind of deprived.
Stranger: no problem they are still fresh
You: don't you like them lifeless in your hands?
You: ohhh I miss that...
Stranger: the sweet smell of bodies in the morning
You: oh yeah
You: I'm going to get out of this prison and resume my mission.
You: I need to reach at least 100.
Stranger: how do you select your victims
You: Well I go for dark haired girls usually.
You: you?
You: they said that dark haired girls are the hardest to approach.
You: it's a great challenge.
Stranger: i pick them acording to star trek
You: Oh! That's interesting.
You: ever had one that escaped?
Stranger: i always finish my work
You: oh yeah
Stranger: we are sick arent we
Stranger: :)
You: Oh yes. Sick is good!
You: ;)
Stranger: where are you from
You: California and you?
Stranger: im from hell
You: How's hell?
Stranger: its nice
You: I should be visiting soon when they execute me.
Stranger: we have cookies
You: do they serve pizza in hell?
You: mmm cookies are good, too.
Stranger: and muffins
You: mmmmm it's a sweet hell
Stranger: hitler says hello
You: hi back!
You: I'll be seeing him soon!
You: now I have another task: to kill bullies.
Stranger: why
You: they piss me off.
You: picking on people isn't fun.
Stranger: i agree.
You: Torture's good. do you like to torture? :D
Stranger: yes
Stranger: its my favorite
You: we're two mother fuckers, eh? :D
Stranger: yeah
You: make sure they don't catch ya. the world needs more like us.
Stranger: yes
Stranger: muahahhaha
You: we should cleanse society of itself!
You: and make our own society.
Stranger: perfect
You: i've got an escape plan. by tomorrow I'll be joining you in more murder.
Stranger: but first we must get rid of manbearpig
You: who?
Stranger: half man half bear and half pig
You: well, I'll leave that task to you. I have to kill the guards here.
Stranger: i like pigs
You: they remind me of Saw.
Stranger: the saw is bullshit
Stranger: the guy doesnt even know how to kill
You: ah now you upset me. I'll find you and kill you for this. You don't insult Saw.
You have disconnected.

It's so fun to sometimes just play around. The discussion is, of course, a joke. [At least my part is :)) ]


Inspiration Shock

I have been given the oportunity to ask Mark Harmon a question and I realized that, no matter how many millions of questions and things I've to ask/tell him, my mind was blank in that moment. Oh, the poor mind, devoid of its weapons. Maybe my mind was blocking me from the real loving and admiration for a man who has managed to exorcise one of my most destructive demons. I lighted a cigarette and put a large ducktape on my mind and let my innerself speak. The words came fast and easy. I don't know if my question will be answered [in this time and age] and I won't share with you neither the wondrous way that lead me to achieve such a blessing, nor the question itself. It is as private to me as it would be trivial to you. In fact, I don't even care much if the question will be replied to, because my soul has eagerly fed upon the thought of it being answered and now it's satisfied. Spirits don't need to talk through mail [no, that's not a hint of any sort, but take it as you wish].

My spirit feeds in mysterious ways, you'd say. Yes, but it feeds and lives with intensity. I realize that words cannot convey certain states and if they would, the whole core of the state would be diminished. In fact, I realized this long ago and it gives so much credit to words, who* are supposed to express every state that one person can experience [*words are living tools]. Well, to me, it is not a state of mind, but of spirit. Mind works in words and concepts, the spirit works with a fuel from beyond and would react with words like antimatter with matter. I don't care if your spirit works with concepts, mine doesn't and I like to label myself.

I can't be grateful enough for whatever force has put me face to face with this man. I will not continue to stain his beautiful assistance with words.

Hallowe'en Shivers :)

This was a Happy Hallowe'en because I spent it with the best company. It was spookier than any club party! It's fascinating how much your mind accompanied by a couple of shadows can entertain you. Club parties for Hallowe'en [of course, the quality ones] can also be VERY entertaining: I imagine a club party in Holland where you really get scared by the costumes that others wear, not your average witch or vampire. But I found the best source of entertainment: the union of two sick minds. :D Later, I grabbed some fake blood and made a few photos, like this one.

I was rather disappointed to see no costumed people on the streets this year, no trick or treat on the streets, but maybe they were already in a coven somewhere. Don't start with "I hate American holidays" because THIS Holiday isn't American [I don't get this rage against American holidays, if something is interesting, why be so autochtonous?], it has Celtic and Christian roots. :)