Monday, 10 July 2017
Sunday, 9 July 2017
Too fucking hot to sleep. G has plans to go out hunting before dawn, I'm restlessly walking around the house, reading a bit, watching old David Bowie Movies, retweeting stuff I marginally relate to... It's 2:30... Every once in a while power goes out like we're in Bangkok...
Yesterday was a really lovely day - we picked up dad and drove to my elder brother's place for his BD - he made a superb BBQ-stewed bograch and his lady made some other veggie yummies and amazing bread with sunflower and other like seeds... They are such cool people. We got stuck at his movie collection - we actually have an almost exact taste - his fav movie is Stalker and The Duellists ranks up in the first ten, followed by a hundred I completely agree with... missing perhaps only the Station agent and Arrival.. He also haves great comics and subscribes to the same political magazines. She is a good listener when I reported on what's been the haps for the past few months and we offed to give the leftovers of food to the chickens of the farm she inherited: they ranked from 3-day old tennis balls with beaks to MASSIVE mother hens, bigger even than the noisy rooster. They also have the nicest and most police bullmastiff bitch, which kept sitting her 100 pound bum on my foot and pressing against me, wanting to be tickled on her tummy. We talked hours on end, hiding in the shadow of their house. Dad was telling the story from war when a whole train of Bosnian orphan boys arrived for the picking and all the farmers, shepherds and tradesmen picked theirs to have as apprentices and help, leaving the last two weakest and smallest behind, then picked by dad's sister. (After both his parents dies, she was the head of the house, she had her own farm.) And she brought the boys up so well suddenly everyone wanted them, and one went of to become the headmaster of a teach school. Those were really weird times. You needed to have cards to get bits of food from the stores, bits of anything wrapped in small paper cones. Except for the farmers, people were pretty fucked right after the war.
Friday, 7 July 2017
PMSing. Watched a trailer for The Red Turtle once and then Trolls 48 times to stop crying. I'll be fine.
But hey, I got 7 subscribers. PewDiePie, now's the time to worry for your subscriber supremacy, because there can only be one king of YouTube!
Tuesday, 4 July 2017
Breatharians
The tragic bit isn't that there are people who can live off air, not eating any food or drinking any water for decades at the time (though having perfectly normal kitchens in their houses, or being seen coming out of restaurants or, you know, being tested and they nearly die in four days), the tragic bit is that the first organ to fail them is... what's that word... brain. It is simultaneously frightening and fascinating how well some people function entirely without a brain.
Wait, do you think ... could it be ... is it possible it's a all ... a scam?!
Cute dreams
My
brain really gives me the greatest dreams. I had the privilege or an almost
private small David Bowie concert, where I was some sort of help with the organizers
of a large symposium (might have been on a very large ship or something)… And
man, can he sing, even if I was just there for the rehearsal. In the end his
wife Iman joined him on stage, but also his first crazy wife Angie was there… I
am proud my brain keeps so many details about these people, their actualization
was entirely accurate. Not to mention mine – for all my bragging about social
confidence, in dreams like these, faced with a man like that – if half my weight,
old and polite – I felt and stood there like a dumb little rabbit’s poop
Monday, 3 July 2017
Saturday, 1 July 2017
Using my old photos to make myself some more banners..
I needed something for my upcoming video about the decline of journalistic integrity ...
Took me three tries to get there :P
Took me three tries to get there :P
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