I cleaned up all the Junk forum. Over 1000 posts (I must have skipped like 200 in total). Something like 300 posts made. I need to sleep. And hope that everybody will decide that they don't want to post anymore :P
Quoting the Viking:
Well, put it this way - In the history of the USA, only two people have been shot in the back of the head in a theatre: Abraham Lincoln, and the guy sitting in front of Pee Wee Herman.
And now for something completely different. For real, this time.
Since some people may starting to think that I'm not a real, moving person but a serie of moments frozen in time (also known as pictures), here's a little extract from a less-than-real
Notes: It's big (almost 7 megas) even though I lowered the quality a lot. Also, the subtitles were made by me and are my first intent at video editing, so they are far from perfect.
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PUNK moves!
Today's lesson, kids: The only way to make sure something will work out the right way is to do it yourself. Don't let anybody else take care of it. People are useless :P
Of course since I'm lazy and I think I already take care of enough things, I won't follow this lesson. But I've learned it xD
Note: This isn't ET related and it's nothing serious or important, just a meeting that didn't go as planned because of some communication problems... which were partially my fault, but don't let anybody know ;)
200 bad comic strips for all of you!
http://nedroid
Some are incredibly good :P
Last diary entry for today, I swear
This:
The Town Herald - Issue 15
Thanks for you undivided attention. You are all too nice.
Today's embarrasing moment, brought to you by Camaro! (Yeah, I wish Camaro was sponsorazing my dairy entries :P ).
I went to a university to leave books for a professor this morning. Then I went to take the bus, for a one hour or a little more trip. That was unnecesary information, by the way. You can skip it.
Anyway, I paid for my ticket and heard some shouting. It was a girl that works with FranUPMA in one of the places where I sometimes collaborate, a place that produces radio things for communitarian or independent radios that don't have the means to do it for themselves. It's a way to democratize communication and media.
So, I sat next to her and we started talking. At some point, like half an hour later, in the middle of the trip, we started talking about Dante's (my stepfather) health problems (for those of you that don't know, he's got some kind of cancer).
Anyway, I was talking about his treatment and all that and she made a couple really well oriented questions. I should have gotten a clue then, but I am me :P
The following conversation took place then.
PUNK: So, the worse part is that there are no symptoms. The thing was growing inside of him for like 2 years without a clue of it. They discovered it only 6 months ago.
INES: Oh, yes. It happened to my brother. He went for a control and the doctor discovered that he had a tumor in his leg.
PUNK: (Already a little insecure) Oh... that must be terrible... So, what could they do? How did they solve it?
INES: They didn't. They had to cut his leg a little above the knee. And now he has a prothetic one.
PUNK: Errr... arrr... umm... errr... (I wasn't stuttering as much as stumbling with every word :P ). Ummm... I didn't... know... When was it? (Recovering and hoping for "14 years ago" answer)
INES: Last year. Like 10 months ago.
PUNK: Oh... ok... this proves that I don't know your brother a lot. I've seen him like twice. Err... (some more stumbling) So, what a nice moment we are sharing, uh? :P
And then we laughed :P I'm just glad that it was with somebody I get along pretty well and that has a sense of humor.
Are security guards stupid since birth or is something that comes with time in the work? I wonder...
No offense to any security guard or security guard's relatives that may be reading this. I'm not talking about individual security guards, but about their race.
It's quoting time!
And this time it's the always lovely [Mirime] who's quoted, with this absolute classic:
(This was about a game of Mao she was playing)
I kept getting penalty cards for inappropriate stroking of the carpet
xD
Amazing
There's a story behind, but it's for me to tell. Ask her if interested.
Well, it's official: after two semesters where I only took one or two exams, I signed up for two courses next semester. So, if they assign me the hours I asked, I'm going back to university.
Also, I'm getting ready for a long night in front of the computer, since I promised to write a couple articles for the Herald. In a way, it's kinda like been back at uni, preparing an exam :P
There's no coffee, though. Nor coke. Damn.
Exactly one year ago I started in my current job at Ediciones Granica (www.granica.co
So dark
We are like animals in the Ark
Being taken where we don't belong
By powers that are way beyond our control
I walk straight
Freedom in my mind, to maintain the pace
Trying to stand up for what's right and fair
Even if all the time I make mistakes
By Myself. It's a song, of course. The melody is a lot like Keane's "Is it any wonder?" though O_O I should try to change that.
Wow! It's fucking snowing in Buenos Aires :D That hadn't happen in over 90 years or so! Great day! :D
Since I'm always trying to find new things to listen to and hoping to expand my musical horizons, please check this:
Bands PUNK should check out.
Just add anything you want there. If I already know it, I'll just make a comment about it.
Thanks.
Some of you probably already saw this in the Junk forum. Some other saw it in Voice Clips. But a couple probably didn't see/hear this:
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As iippo pointed out, I pronounced "jar" every time as "har". I "spanished" it :P
I wanted to write something on my diary today, but I have nothing. Damn!
Not sure if I already post this here, but... Part of an old song (like 2 years old) I wrote while trying to write a letter. You can see that from the name.
A Letter
Hello, my friend, what can I say?
You know that feelings are impossible to explain
You'll take my hand, we'll walk in the dark
I'm staring at the ceiling with a pen in my hand once again
I'll take my time, I won't hurry up
And I'll pick my words more carefully this time
You know they'll be oh, so clumsy and lame!
But at least they'll mean what I want to say
Lots of love, my friend
And you know that's it's true because I wouldn't lie to you
And then he died and went to Pill Heaven...
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