Sunday, March 8, 2009


...from my new 18th century lair, amidst rotary dial telephones, wood burning stoves and an FM radio the size of a microwave oven.

It is a loft in a converted storage space, on top of one of Lviv's oldest hotels. If not for my IP address, the combined forces of NATO and INTERPOL would have a hard time locating me.

I dig this place; it is central yet hidden, the view is amazing and my landlord isn't conspiring to convert my living room into 'Orgy Zone UA, Inc.'

I am free to play monster in the attic to all of the unsuspecting tourists below. Currently lookin' forward to springtime weather...

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Aleksandra said...

Looks great,ciao.

101101 said...

Just cover it in black velvet, play Bauhaus and act like Bella Lugosi. Tourists will be impressed! :D

Mona said...

Glad yr back broadcasting!

fucoid said...

good to be back, looking into an opium-addicted lugosi role