Yesterday, I made a girl cry

Well It was not really my fault, she was not upset on me, I just said the wrong thing at the worst possible time but then I made her laugh, she did both the same time, for a while...

Nothing lasts forever man.

Well after two long years I will finally say goodbye to London for now at least. There were good times and bad times, I like this place and hate it in the same time. It was valuable experience but it was enough i guess.
Let's move on...

Cause and effect

Mike found it, John freaked out Chelsea got worried, Stu got sick, Joseph was polite, Mike left town, Pete stayed home so I had to come in the fuckin' office today even though its Saturday and the Sun is shining for a change...

Broadband again

After a couple of days of fiddling with phone sockets, wires and hopelessly broken web interfaces I can proudly announce that we have broadband in our flat once again. It is quite an achievement in UK standards, I think it took no more than a week. Yesterday I had a failed attempt to use a wireless transmitter to move all the cables somewhere out of sight which of course failed miserably, I just hope that the shop will refund it somehow.
I guess I will have to fall back to the standard cable+Blu-Tack combo now, well ups and downs....

And now something completely different...

Sad Robot

The Lord of the Rings

I had a feeling that they were ahead of their time...

Quote of the Day

"It's the strange thing about this church: it is obsessed with sex, absolutely obsessed. Now they will say, we with our permissive society and our rude jokes are obsessed -- no, we have a healthy attitude: we like it, it's fun, it's jolly. Because it's a primary impulse, it can be dangerous and dark and difficult. It's a bit like food in that respect, only even more exciting. The only people who are obsessed with food are anorexics and the morbidly obese, and that in erotic terms is the Catholic church in a nutshell."

Stephen Fry (The Intelligence Squared Debate)

Manga vs Comics

And that's terrible ;)

Point and Click

Goodbye Sober Day ...

Demon's Souls a.k.a Ars Moriendi

So here I am, after about 150 sudden and not so sudden deaths in a couple of hours of wandering across the desolated castle of Boletaria. To sum it up in a few words, I had an advanced training in horrible virtual death. This game is brutal. There is no way to pause or save your progress, all the demons spawn back after you die so you have to kill them over and over again.

After a couple of hours I accomplished just one thing: to open a door which gives me a shortcut to the second part of the first level. That's about it.
What makes this game really thrilling is that you risk everything on every encounter. If you die you have to fight your way back to the bloodspot you left and eventually recover the souls you gathered before (which btw is the currency in the game). The whole world is designed as a very efficient killing machine with the one purpose of burning crushing and chopping you to little bloody pieces. Giving the way the game is designed after a while you tend to chicken out and to hesitate to go further.You tend not me...

Tonight I will descend into the darkness of Boletaria again and after that I will give you more...

Demon's Souls

DS was launched in USA and Japan only and got excellent reviews, after a bit of struggle to find someone who sell the thing and a hefty price paid finally I have it. Here's a fragment from the reviews:


Once you get your body back, finally, the very fear of losing it again makes you chicken, reluctant to probe too far into unfamiliar caverns. Demon's Souls can inspire sheer terror, make you fear for your life; you never know what's lurking around the next corner, exactly whom those two glowing red eyes in the dark at the end of the tunnel belong to, but you do know that whatever it is, it will probably hurt you. Badly.


More on this later....

This is cool :)

A bunch of assholes

Never a big fan and since they messed with Napster just to get another swimming pool or something I saw them as hypocrites but this comes unexpected.

James Hetfield told German TV that part of him was proud the US military chose the band’s music to torture prisoners at Guantanamo Bay...


"It represents something that they don’t like—maybe freedom, aggression… I don’t know… Freedom of speech."


A bunch of assholes ... (The Dude).

Quote of the day

I got home at last and crawled into bed next to my girlfriend. I told her I'd had an epiphany that night [about using stencils] and she told me to stop taking that drug 'cos it's bad for your heart.
(Banksy)

Moving in London, the tale of a disaster.

This weekend was so fucked up. We had to move out from our flat to the opposite side of the city in Ealing. At first everything went well the cardboard boxes arrived on time and we started to pack all our stuff in them. The problems started when Bob them "Man with the Van" didn't show up and his phone was apparently dead as well. Fuck you Bob, you lousy SOB!!!.
Then we started calling some of our friends who got other friends with cars. At last a glimmer of hope appeared and two guys with a Fiat shortly after that. We managed to pack half of our stuff in the car and off we went. At this point everything seemed cool and right on track despite the traffic jams and heavy traffic (sunday afternoon!!!) and after just about an hour and half we arrived in Ealing. That's when the real trouble started. The car broke down and half of our stuff was still in New Providence Wharf in the lobby. And that's basically where we are since then...
The morale of the story? First of all : Don't trust anybody who is called Bob and owns a fuckin' van. Ditch all the shit you don't need any more. Packing all the shit was a troubling experience. We own so much useless junk ... or maybe all that shit started to own us.

The worst part of all this is that we have to do this all over again in a month's time from Ealing to Fulham. Moving sucks.

Knew it !!!:)))

The average woman cannot keep a secret for longer than 47 hours, a new study suggests.

Thompson on the American Dream

The Cat with Hands

The power of a great story...

Flashback

I found myself listening to a lot of Tomahawk lately, it really became a replacement for Faith No More, a dream band I thought I will never see live. Well I was wrong, I saw them this summer and it was the best live show I've ever been to. It's the same with Tomahawk, they are not playing live, the band is probably dead with no reunion in sight.

The moral of the story? I guess it's that no matter what you get you will always find some more things to crave for.

Birdsong

Track of the Day: Mr Bungle - Air Conditioned Nightmare

Easy listening for a boring sunday evening

Great shit from Thompson

"With a bit of luck, his life was ruined forever. Always thinking that just behind some narrow door in all of his favorite bars, men in red woolen shirts are getting incredible kicks from things he'll never know"

Beck: Cellphone's Dead

Cool TED talk

The wisdom of Zappa

Tuesday lunchtime fun...

It's noon, sitting in front of a pub, a pint and cigarettes... somewhere not that far people in suits are talking about my future. Another puff and a mouthfull of chicken, maybe they've made their decision.. Soon I will find out.



-- Posted from my iPhone

London, part 2

It has been a week since I arrived back to London. I was away for more than a month dealing with some medical problems at home. It is strange being here again, I didn't really got back into the day to day business,I kinda feel out of place and I think this will stay that way.
I guess the decision has been made, I will move home at the end of the year.

Women will spend almost one year of their lives deciding what to wear, a study found.

Pictures at an exhibition

Sometimes there are crucial moments in one's life. A wide red strip on the timeline marking an abrupt end of something and the beginning of something else. When your entire 16G picture collection suddenly disappears, well I guess it is safe to interpret it as such a moment. Let's say at least that it makes you contemplate about the passing nature of things in life and of life itself. Six years of memories, faces, places and smiles. All gone. How I hate computers....

Thought of the day

In the 60's, people took acid to make the world look weird. Now the world is weird and people take Prozac to make it look normal

Seaside Friends

I feel comfortable
My life is spectacular
I am free
Totally free
I love me

I was born a millionaire
And I'll die a billionaire
And wind blows in the trees
And my good friends are with me
Under trankillizers
In my villa near Kabul
We're wondering ourselves
If it's true or insane
That we're all made of champaign

Love love me, any time
Love love me, turn around

Good friends at the pool
Waiting for the dawn
Making the sound of rocks ya
Knock in their glasses
Imagining the world
In orbit around their asses
Yes my friend and I
Are debating about art
golf, porn and cars

Aren't second guessing ourselves
If we know each other well

Love love me, any time
Love love me, turn around
Love love me if your fine

If you drown, you're innocent; if you float, you're guilty.

Girlology: Lesson 1

Source

Ghinzu : Horses

Back to the present.

After a year and a half of epic struggle with the System, our landline internet connection has finally arrived in triumph today. 

Bela Lugosi's Dead

White on white translucent black capes
Back on the rack
Bela Lugosi's dead
The bats have left the bell tower
The victims have been bled
Red velvet lines the black box
Bela Lugosi's dead
Undead undead undead
The virginal brides file past his tomb
Strewn with time's dead flowers
Bereft in deathly bloom
Alone in a darkened room
The count
Bela Logosi's dead
Undead undead undead

The Worlds shortest fairytale

Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl 'Will you marry me?', the girl said 'NO!', and the guy lived happily ever after and rode motorcycles and went fishing and hunting and played golf a lot and drank beer and scotch and left the toilet seat up and farted whenever he wanted.

THE END

Quote of the Day

The designers were populist you see, they were trying to give the public what the wanted ... What the public wanted is the Future...

Pelevin again

In order for him to believe sincerely in eternity, others had to share in this belief, because a belief that no one else shares is called schizophrenia..

Thought of the Day

We know less and less but about more and more.

Faith No More

They were one of the most influential bands of my teen years and in my opinion of all times. They broke up about ten years ago but those ten years had no effect on the magic, I think their music is still as relevant today as ever was and I usually rediscover them from time to time. You have to dig deep in your music library cause you never know what gems lie deep in it.
Anyway now they are back, the full line-up, first at Download Festival here in the UK but they will feature Nova Rock in Austria as well.
Enjoy it while you can.




Last Cup of Sorrow

This is getting old
and so are you.
Everything you know
and never knew.
Will run through your fingers
just like sand.

Enjoy it while you can.

Like a snake between two stones
it itches in your bones.
Take a deep breath and swallow
your sorrow
tomorrow.

So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
To the thing that hurts you most.

It's your last cup of sorrow.
What can you say?
Finish it today.
It's your last cup of sorrow.
So think of me
and get on your way.

It won't begin
until you make it end.
Until you know the how the where and the when.
With a new face you might surprise yourself.

Like a snake between two stones
it itches in your bones.
take a deeper breath and swallow
your sorrow
tomorrow.

So raise it up and lets propose a toast.
To the thing that hurts you most.

It's your last cup of sorrow.
what can you say?
Finish it today.
It's your last cup of sorrow.
So think of me
and get on your way!

You might surprise yourself
You might surprise yourself

Drafts

I have a dozen or so posts saved as draft but they are so dark that you cannot read them on this black background. I decided that I will keep the shitty depressing stuff for myself. The therapy is private. Have a nice day.

Neal Stephenson: Diamond Age

Conformity and rebellion...both ways are simple-minded--they are only for people who cannot cope with contradiction and ambiguity.
Neal Stephenson The Diamond Age


Another masterpiece, at least from my point of view, strange and wonderful mix between cyberpunk and fairy tale with a scope far beyond both. Perfect candidate for anyone's bookshelf.

Thought of the day...

There are times when Picasa's red eye tool does not do any good...

Broken Drum

I see you there
Your long black hair
Your eyes just stare
Your mind is turning

You know I'll laugh
And I won't take it back
I've seen your eyes I know
What your thinking

And one by one
We'll shoot our guns
We'll have fun
Don't ever doubt it

And when I say
Fare thee well
My only friend
Oh how the days go

Your setting sun
Your broken drum
Your little drugs

I'll never forget you
Never
Forget
You

Names

The cat yawned slowly, carefully, revealing a mouth and tongue of astounding pinkness. "Cats don't have names," it said.
"No?" said Coraline.
"No," said the cat. "Now, you people have names. That's because you don't know who you are. We know who we are, so we don't need names."

Neil Gaiman:Coraline

The more I know men, the more I love my Doberman

About Love ...

"I'm sixteen--almost sixteen and a half. And what have I got to show for it? For a start I don't have anybody I'm in love with. To be honest, I think love is complete bullshit. I don't think anybody ever loves anyone. I think the best people ever get is horny; horny and scared. So when they find someone who makes them horny, and they get too scared of the world outside, they stay together and they call it love."
(Neil Gaiman:Sandman)

The third option

Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes, when you fall, you fly.
(Sandman)

Yes He Does

Afterparty

- The one I just hate is when I'm just an actor on a strange television version of my life. Have you ever had that dream?
- Doesn't everyone?
(Sandman)


A new Year, completely new, a new Sun is setting over the horizon, the last rays of sunshine create new patterns on the new pavement of this new city I'm in. Everything is familiar in a way but deep below with a right kind of eye one can see the difference. Did sleep deprivation hit in ? The influence of new dreams and hopes? Glimpses of new faces never seen before? Who can tell? It feels strange, in this freezing winter cold I find myself playing a role in a movie about my life by a surrealist director called Random.