Victory Announced Entropy
a lively intelligence but too inconsistent, at least what my teacher said to me, I recognize that in fact I find it hard to concentrate on one thing for too time. Which, as a side effect, implies a certain disorder in my property in general and in particular in my habitat.
I'll never have a house constantly tidy, with sporadic incidents in which everything is perfectly in place alternating periods of large items and clothing to launch air and let gravity take care of it. But
The times when I take the frenzy reach levels that many others experience only during the Easter and other rare occasions.
reordering things on the shelves, I divide the books by genre and place them on shelves in order of height. I fold clothes for men, women and children, moving furniture, plants poto, shine shoes, format their computers, fix notebooks old elementary school. Rearrange the grains of gravel, uprooting weeds, fix metrics, sew buttons. And not satisfied with asphalt roads, power problems unfortunate country, straighten bananas. In a whirlwind in which I feel solver reorganizing the hand of God bring peace and justice where before there was not. And in the end, sweaty but happy, I look around with the air show winner, now ready to put everything into a mess for other long months.
Today was the turn of the garden, up to an hour ago it bombed a cemetery, with limbs sticking out of the bushes, uncovered tombs and other things much more unpleasant. She descended the stairs with a pitch and sounding proud as a conqueror I frown rash on no man's land invaded by weeds, and the sound of a rake and shears I started to fight the chaos that has long been there undisturbed Panza, often rumbling with toast and whores.
After two hours of hard work - seven blacks bags full of leaves and excrement of Zoom as big as human skulls - do a little break, I lean on the rake like a sword planted in the field of battle victorious, and - surprise! - Everything was almost as before, a hell of poverty plagued thieves and murderers. In the large
I had just freed from leaves and poo there was a colossal amount of foliage varied almost identical. And as I look at amazed that the damn laurel me renewed carnage settles to the ground at least twenty leaves, gently, stealthily the coward, with that attitude of "who, me?" that is so angry. And toward that paralyzed him the apple that
TUD - TUD
throws me a couple of those wood inedible apples. A me almost at the foot rolls and stands there, mocking. Now, aside from the insolence of both gestures - which indicate a level of rudeness and nastiness almost unacceptable - all that I slammed in my face all the futility of sweeping leaves when there are still billions ready to fall as soon as I turn . And the sadness of the human condition and so on.
There is no escape, we are forced to succumb to the overwhelming forces of entropy, despite all our efforts weeds invade our streets, the skyscrapers crumble, swords rust and become dust.
And as if that were not enough the universe will expand so cool in a cold immensity without life, where everything finally will rest in the state of lower energy which he had always aspired, with all that this entails.
The icing on the cake of my thoughts the little Zoom
takes place on a pile of leaves still to be packaged with care and there lies a package of excrement the size and shape of a cake Trunks, what which reminds me that Christmas is coming, winter is approaching and I have not yet done wood. As can serve. disgusted I leave the gear and I go, I admit defeat. Today
bighellonerò home because everything is futile, and if the universe decides to go out today I do not care, I got my back now prepared to accept it.
Ah yes.
Thursday, August 25, 2005
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
Why Do Scorpio Men Disppear From Scorpio Women
excessive use of vanilla
I did not taste too much too refined for most things are more or less tolerant as a Commissioner or a rubbish Shrek.
- alone -
should add at once that this statement has no value in the love life (yes, with age you learn the arts of moderation and diplomacy).
However in the remainder follow a few simple rules, unfortunately not all set out by myself but soon taken in my arsenal of phrases. Type
about the wine, the rule is "the important thing is not that good but it hurt," but concede that the definition of adolescence, and perhaps dates back to the pacifier should aggionarnata.
Referred to film production say that a film has to answer two fundamental questions:
"fuck? You shoot? "
If the answer is NO to any of these questions is to be ascribed to the production of the documentary category, and then to a whole new assessment system which I do not care.
As for the food are very very picky: if there are shitty half of eggplant is all ok. Just do not you have me in those ways queers of the French, with four carrots and a sprout of fuck. I hate those dishes where
constipated do not have time to say 'good' is sauce "which is already over.
prefer males piattazzi agnolotti, ladle stew, soles of cold cuts, potato chip architectures, dense cohorts of peas. I support Pride onion, garlic lively, pugnacious of red pepper, parsley agility.
, the board is a place for diplomacy, misrepresentation, shameful denial of identity. You can not ask a pepper to be less pepper and a little 'more - we - smoked cheese, or to pose a shallot asparagus. The board is to place chest out and names shouted out loud: I AM A CABBAGE!
No half measures, the breading must be boldly trodden gravel crunch as amphibians, filled the crevices as spurting lava from a volcano, as devastating floods poured seals in flavor. The gloat
custard with layers and layers of pancakes.
No, because the other night we were like at midnight with "I want to know something but do not know what", and since the only thing we had at home were eggs, half a bottle of milk, Flour is a luxurious vanilla smell delicious, we included in the computer and it turned out we could do a certain number of pan-cakes (recipe Maffa-marine) and a fair amount of cream for garnish.
Now, ignoring that I made a custard from noisy orgasm, admits that what I have written so far was to give some background justifying the fact that I'm turning into a damn fat disgusting and the fact that the main causes are snacks midnight like this:
I did not taste too much too refined for most things are more or less tolerant as a Commissioner or a rubbish Shrek.
- alone -
should add at once that this statement has no value in the love life (yes, with age you learn the arts of moderation and diplomacy).
However in the remainder follow a few simple rules, unfortunately not all set out by myself but soon taken in my arsenal of phrases. Type
about the wine, the rule is "the important thing is not that good but it hurt," but concede that the definition of adolescence, and perhaps dates back to the pacifier should aggionarnata.
Referred to film production say that a film has to answer two fundamental questions:
"fuck? You shoot? "
If the answer is NO to any of these questions is to be ascribed to the production of the documentary category, and then to a whole new assessment system which I do not care.
As for the food are very very picky: if there are shitty half of eggplant is all ok. Just do not you have me in those ways queers of the French, with four carrots and a sprout of fuck. I hate those dishes where
constipated do not have time to say 'good' is sauce "which is already over.
prefer males piattazzi agnolotti, ladle stew, soles of cold cuts, potato chip architectures, dense cohorts of peas. I support Pride onion, garlic lively, pugnacious of red pepper, parsley agility.
, the board is a place for diplomacy, misrepresentation, shameful denial of identity. You can not ask a pepper to be less pepper and a little 'more - we - smoked cheese, or to pose a shallot asparagus. The board is to place chest out and names shouted out loud: I AM A CABBAGE!
No half measures, the breading must be boldly trodden gravel crunch as amphibians, filled the crevices as spurting lava from a volcano, as devastating floods poured seals in flavor. The gloat
custard with layers and layers of pancakes.
No, because the other night we were like at midnight with "I want to know something but do not know what", and since the only thing we had at home were eggs, half a bottle of milk, Flour is a luxurious vanilla smell delicious, we included in the computer and it turned out we could do a certain number of pan-cakes (recipe Maffa-marine) and a fair amount of cream for garnish.
Now, ignoring that I made a custard from noisy orgasm, admits that what I have written so far was to give some background justifying the fact that I'm turning into a damn fat disgusting and the fact that the main causes are snacks midnight like this:
Friday, August 12, 2005
Broken Monster Energy Fridge
I get bored and Icon Forge
periods of inactivity longer than a handful of hours I make it extremely dangerous.
I would of course point out that for periods of inactivity
mean periods of time when no one is actively forcing me to carry out tasks. Why is not idle in the strict sense is alien to me, I would be able to sit on the couch to read for days if only in those days I had a commitment. When you do not have it in inactivity is close to me, and that's where it becomes dangerous. In my house has always generated a mad stampede to the first signal that insignificant soft languid way in which the body is gently but abandoned the inquisitorial eye wanders in search of new activities. From an early age.
I break the balls and then I felt like, say, build puppets. Obviously no one at home knew a fucking how to make puppets, and then - I'll see - overturned drawers looking for saws, I would send mothers to buy plywood, exhumed from dusty sarcophagi tempera Giotto to realize that - damn it - were not in order of color and lacked the more cadmium yellow, and then to adjust my color the afternoons, and my brushes, then pennies to buy the cadmium yellow, then doodles of marionettine, then do not feel like I left everything and where it was and my mother hit me.
Once I built with a parachute cord and sheets were old and maybe new but my grandmother did not stand over me and has given me the same, then I tried it from the roof of the garage neighbors. I found in that case that the difference between an impact on the ground with parachute cord and sheets without a parachute and impact of twine and linen is hardly noticeable.
Another time I was determined to build galleons of paper. Galleons tiny, well made, with trees like toothpicks and lots of wires and guns of toothpicks as well. Those were my own good, I learned the principle of building the spaceship Argo Captain Abata from a model that was released at newsstands. I expanded the concept throughout another lazy summer as such to this, turning my grandmother's house into a nightmare in which such establishments exploded in a whirlwind of Fabriano paper and toothpicks.
I also went to the library to take a lot of books on ships and galleons, and I became very competent bridges, rigging, rigging and names of ships and captains important. He is fluent in like an old sea dog full of grog and syphilis.
What good is that from my periods of boredom is the induced effects. I never finished it was a puppet one, but I was the only fucking school child, and to use a saw and know that it was Nelson's flagship the Victory, I assure you.
Except that I have problems with memory in the short, medium and long term, now I can do a lot of other things, and build a parachute.
For fun, of course, I would not never throw anyone with a parachute made by me.
However these days I was bored and I've fixed the computer. It was not a
Veria boredom of those dangerous, but the effects are tightening and probailmente unmount the houses soon to depict a portrait of a cantilever Paperoga. Meanwhile
throw things away, or compress other, organize files, backup and do - God ugly icons!
I scarricato a bit 'of new icons. It was inevitable.
For now I have about 14,000, but I have not everyone is willing to browse them all, so for now the ones I found I graced my desktop.
disclose witness.
As you will have the Network Neighborhood a very ancient icon that Windows wife is ill with the black shiny pc the My Computer, which causes me discomfort. Leafing through the
14000 new icons that I have not even found one with attractive graphics, such as two computers joined to imply that blacks are happily a network, or something.
And the three hard drives, so gray and sad, I'm not satisfied at all, as well as the subfolders, which all have names that you can not find an icon, like the Old Robba folder, or my site, cause I many problems.
So I've got a software to make icons, Icon Forge 7, so I will not have gleaned more from the vastness of the network-cards trying to attach stickers to the polyhedral trivial events of my hard disk.
But it is not so straightforward as I thought, and there are a lot of things you should know that I did not know, and now I have to study the manual, and until I have all the icons on the pc as I want it all I seem sad and without any personality.
I hate when I'm bored.
periods of inactivity longer than a handful of hours I make it extremely dangerous.
I would of course point out that for periods of inactivity
mean periods of time when no one is actively forcing me to carry out tasks. Why is not idle in the strict sense is alien to me, I would be able to sit on the couch to read for days if only in those days I had a commitment. When you do not have it in inactivity is close to me, and that's where it becomes dangerous. In my house has always generated a mad stampede to the first signal that insignificant soft languid way in which the body is gently but abandoned the inquisitorial eye wanders in search of new activities. From an early age.
I break the balls and then I felt like, say, build puppets. Obviously no one at home knew a fucking how to make puppets, and then - I'll see - overturned drawers looking for saws, I would send mothers to buy plywood, exhumed from dusty sarcophagi tempera Giotto to realize that - damn it - were not in order of color and lacked the more cadmium yellow, and then to adjust my color the afternoons, and my brushes, then pennies to buy the cadmium yellow, then doodles of marionettine, then do not feel like I left everything and where it was and my mother hit me.
Once I built with a parachute cord and sheets were old and maybe new but my grandmother did not stand over me and has given me the same, then I tried it from the roof of the garage neighbors. I found in that case that the difference between an impact on the ground with parachute cord and sheets without a parachute and impact of twine and linen is hardly noticeable.
Another time I was determined to build galleons of paper. Galleons tiny, well made, with trees like toothpicks and lots of wires and guns of toothpicks as well. Those were my own good, I learned the principle of building the spaceship Argo Captain Abata from a model that was released at newsstands. I expanded the concept throughout another lazy summer as such to this, turning my grandmother's house into a nightmare in which such establishments exploded in a whirlwind of Fabriano paper and toothpicks.
I also went to the library to take a lot of books on ships and galleons, and I became very competent bridges, rigging, rigging and names of ships and captains important. He is fluent in like an old sea dog full of grog and syphilis.
What good is that from my periods of boredom is the induced effects. I never finished it was a puppet one, but I was the only fucking school child, and to use a saw and know that it was Nelson's flagship the Victory, I assure you.
Except that I have problems with memory in the short, medium and long term, now I can do a lot of other things, and build a parachute.
For fun, of course, I would not never throw anyone with a parachute made by me.
However these days I was bored and I've fixed the computer. It was not a
Veria boredom of those dangerous, but the effects are tightening and probailmente unmount the houses soon to depict a portrait of a cantilever Paperoga. Meanwhile
throw things away, or compress other, organize files, backup and do - God ugly icons!
I scarricato a bit 'of new icons. It was inevitable.
For now I have about 14,000, but I have not everyone is willing to browse them all, so for now the ones I found I graced my desktop.
disclose witness.
As you will have the Network Neighborhood a very ancient icon that Windows wife is ill with the black shiny pc the My Computer, which causes me discomfort. Leafing through the 14000 new icons that I have not even found one with attractive graphics, such as two computers joined to imply that blacks are happily a network, or something.
And the three hard drives, so gray and sad, I'm not satisfied at all, as well as the subfolders, which all have names that you can not find an icon, like the Old Robba folder, or my site, cause I many problems.
So I've got a software to make icons, Icon Forge 7, so I will not have gleaned more from the vastness of the network-cards trying to attach stickers to the polyhedral trivial events of my hard disk.
But it is not so straightforward as I thought, and there are a lot of things you should know that I did not know, and now I have to study the manual, and until I have all the icons on the pc as I want it all I seem sad and without any personality.
I hate when I'm bored.
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