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Niti ni začetek. Tole je nekako sredina ali pa konec začetka.
Napisat nekomu eno stran je nekomu muka, meni pa ravno to potegne. Ampak na tem blogu verjetno ne bo mnogo mojih nakladancij. Problem je v tem, da sem sčasoma spackal kar nekaj spletnih strani in se v vseh mogočih portalih in blogih že počasi izgubljam.
Ta blog sem zastavil za primer, če po naključju kdo naleti name in ga bi morda celo zanimalo, s čem se ukvarjam. 

Od tega bloga je minil že 16 let, zato sem ga malo popravil. Ne bom ga izbrisal, da bom gledal, kdaj sem se prvič pojavil tukaj.

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