My Internet Treasure

Microstory

2009-09-26T08:30:00.000-07:00

He was different from any man that had ever been here. His black suit was clean and his shirt, ironed. Since the moment he opened the door, he acted like a real gentleman: he helped and old man with a cane to stand up. And when he asked for a beer he said please and thank you. Because of that, I found inopportune to mention his horrible stench. The smell of cemetery had impregnated in his clothes. Now he was at my bar, drinking a beer without brand, the connection was obvious.

The sunset

2009-08-09T19:17:00.001-07:00

As I searched between the letters of my, before, loved one, I remembered those times, when together, we watched the sunset.

[We were young and we had plenty of time to expend, so we did not care wasting a few minutes holding hands, watching the sun setting below the horizon.
Everyday I took my bicycle and rode to her house, I knocked the door and when she opened I gave her the flowers I had picked on the way. Then she smiled, hugged me and kissed me, I told her to get on the back of my bike, and we left. We always went to the same spot, a perfect place we had found the day we met, it was next to the sea, and it had a great sight for when we wanted to watch the sunset.]

-Which one is it?- I asked myself while I read another letter that wasn't the one I was looking for.

[That day we went to the same spot as always. We knew it was going to be the last time we would be there, and so we stayed longer than ever. She was leaving, and didn't know when was coming back. I completely understood her, she needed to leave to fulfill her dreams of becoming an actress. The town wasn't big enough, and there was no theatre, so there were no hopes for her to succeed.
I was there when she left, she put her suitcases in the trunk of her dad's car, came to me, and kissed me in the lips as she had never kissed me before. She entered the car and left. When the car was not visible anymore, I started to cry, I took my bike and rode home. In my way I couldn't stop thinking about her and all the things that were not going to be the same: no more holding hands, no more kisses, no more sunsets, no more her.
I entered my house and went to sleep.
A few hours later I woke up feeling a little better, I took a paper and a pen, and began to write. That was going to be the first letter I would send to her, so I wanted not to show sadness, I didn't want her to feel guilty for leaving me, so it took me a couple of hours to know the letter was finished. I was going to send it the next day, so she wouldn't get the letter as soon as she'd enter her new house. I didn't want to look desperate.]

All those memories made me cry, although I couldn't remember exactly how it had ended

[The months passed and each week I had a new letter from her. She was so happy, she had entered a theatre school, and she was very enthusiastic. Her happiness, made me happy, but I still missed her.
I don't remember the exact date, but one day I met a girl from my school at my way home, and we started to talk. She was nice and pretty, I liked her. One day I asked her if she wanted to come with me to a special place. She accepted, and we left to the perfect spot. We watched the sunset and when we were going, she got close to me and kissed me. I hugged her and kissed her again. That was the first time.
I couldn't avoid the fact that I had kissed that girl. Somehow I felt guilty and in the next letter, I told her. ]

I still searched for her last letter, where she had told me I wasn't going to receive anymore letters from her. Even when I tried to remember the exact words she had used, the idea of her, saying goodbye, was clear in my mind.

[A few days after I got her response, she told me she was happy for me, and that it was the best thing it could had happened.
We continued sending letters to each other, she told me she was sad because she was not very good as an actress, but that she was going to try harder. I didn't told her what I though, but I knew it was because I had met another girl.
I met the girl almost every day, as I had done before with her. Almost the same routine as well, we watched the sunset, we laughed and kissed. It might had being monotonous, but it was great.
One night I wrote her a letter where I told her how much I missed her although I had a new girlfriend.]

-This is it- I though. -The letter I was looking for, was in my hand- I opened it and read it, but there was something wrong, the date was the same, but it wasn't as I remembered:

Dear Andrew:

I know you must fell odd, I hadn't met anyone here, but I can tell you, that those feelings you have are right. I had been with you for a long time, so it's hard to accept the truth.
I'm truly very happy for you ^^

Anna.

Not only she didn't seem very angry, as I remembered, but also she hadn't said goodbye. Something was wrong. I looked at the table where all the letters were scattered around and I realized: there was another one I hadn't seen. I took it and for my surprise, the envelope hadn't been opened. I turned it and read the only phrase that had been written by her "The last letter you will receive from me". When I read it, I remembered

[One day I received a letter from her, and when I was going to open it, I realized there was something else written in the envelope besides my address, her's, and all the other regulatory stuff from the post office. Just a phrase she had written, and when I read it, I knew it was over.]

Five years had passed since then, so I though it was time to know what she had written in the letter. I opened the envelope took the letter and read it:

Dear Andrew:

What is a really sad news for me, it might be of your linking. Do you remember I told you I wasn't good as an actress, but that I was going to try harder? Well it seems my professors though the same and so they told me I had to leave the school. Why are them good news for you then? well, somehow they are good for me as well, I believe. I'm going back! ^^
I can't wait to see you again, I know you have another girl now, but I will really like to meet you both, I wish she and I can be friends, wouldn't that be great?
I will be waiting for you (both of you, if possible) at our special spot, I hope you are not angry with me or anything, I want us to keep being friends.

Anna.

I couldn't believe what I read, I had been wrong, she came back and I didn't know.

[Her letter had broken my heart, she didn't want to write to me anymore. But I still loved her, I took the letter and saved them with the rest. I had been waiting for her answer, so I could write her back and tell her I was going to move a few blocks away from my house. To a bigger one, prettier and without my parents, but now, it was not possible.
Sofia came to my house, asked me why I hadn't gone to her's like I had always done. I explained the problem to her, and she seemed sad. -I knew you loved her, but now I realized how much- she told me. -We can't be together, is not right- she said and left.]

If I would have opened her letter nothing of that would have happened, I would have met her in our spot, she would have met Sofia and maybe they would have become friends.
And even without opening the letter, if I would have gone to Sofia's house and then to watch the sunset with her, I would have met Anna as well.
I went outside, took my bike and drove to her house, in the way I stopped to pick up some flowers, I hesitated and decided not to take any. When I got to Anna's house, I knocked the door I waited, she opened the door and stared at me for a while, then she invited me to came in. We went to the livingroom, she told me to sit in a chair, and went to the kitchen, she came back with a cup of coffee for me, and asked me how I had been. I explained her what had happened and asked her if we could be together again, as I hadn't stopped thinking about her. She told me she needed time to think,and went to her room.

And so now, I wait. I wait for her response, I watch the clock hanged in the wall: five minutes have passed. I drink more coffee and wait. I imagine all her possible answers, I try to prepare myself for her response. According to the clock: twenty-five minutes have passed. I drink my coffee and go to her room, it had been too long already. I knock the door and without getting any response, I open it, the room is empty. I look around and find an opened window, I take a look outside but there is no sign of her. I look at her bed and I find a letter, I take it, and start reading it:

Andrew

You made me a question and I promise you will get your so awaited response in five years.

Anna.

I leave her house, look around and don't find her. I take my bicycle and ride to the special spot, she's not there. I watch the sunset and leave, without knowing if I will see her again.

The landscape

2009-07-08T07:04:00.000-07:00

Long ago lived a man who had made of painting his profession. He painted the most beautiful pieces of art of the whole village. Many men and women were in search of his wisdom, but every time they presented to him, he rejected them. He did not want any wards, as he knew, he was not a very good teacher.
Anyone who was able to afford one of his paintings could take it, he loved each one of his works, but he also thought that the art was something that had to be shared. It was unfair to keep all his beautiful paintings for himself and so he gave them away. But because he needed the money he had no other choice than to sell them.

One night he had a dream. He dreamt about an incredible landscape he had never seen. The colours had been perfectly chosen, everything was perfect. He was astonished.
He woke up and opened his eyes, he looked everywhere trying to see the landscape that had amazed him. It was useless, he was awake.
He took his paints and tried to emulate what he had seen in his dream. His hand did not move, he was not sure from where to start painting. In fact he tried hard to remember the place, but he could not. Disappointed, he went back to his bed, laid in the mattress and waited. He would soon fall sleep and would dream once again.
The colours again, gained his enthusiasm. In his dream everything was quiet. He searched for his paints and his canvas to paint the wonderful place where he was, but with no effect. He was still dreaming, how was he going to paint?
He opened his eyes an rushed to the table where he had left his paints, took his brush and stopped. The image of his dream had faded as soon as he had opened his eyes.

Many nights passed and in every one of them he dreamt about the landscape. He realized that trying to paint what he saw in his dreams was completely useless. And so he went to the library, between all those shelves had to be a book that mentioned the place he had been in his sleep. Or so he though, but he was wrong. The place did not exist, not away from his dreams at least.
He spent many hours trying to find a solution to his problem. He tried not to open his eyes after waking up, but he could not, it was a normal reaction for him. And he also tried covering his eyes at night but that way he could not sleep.
He was desperate, he wanted everyone to be able to know such marvellous indescribable landscape. And so he decided that the only way possible for him to paint what he saw in his dreams was not to be distracted with the colours of the real life. One night before going to bed, he took some of his paints and threw them in his eyes. He got blind, and went to sleep.
At the next morning he woke up, opened his eyes but saw nothing. And so the image of his dream did not fade. He walked towards his desk where he had left his paints and his canvas, and started to paint what he had dreamt. He spent many hours until he knew he had finished. He woke up his wife and showed her his work. In a rush he explained what he had done the other night. His wife cried without taking a look to his work and hugged him. She asked him how he could have done that, but he did not answered. Once again he showed the painting to his wife and she got speechless. She saw the colours, the peace of the landscape and how perfectly everything had been painted. She was amazed for a place she had never seen. She took the painting and carried it outside. The beauty of the painting amazed everyone in the village, no one could believe the greatness of the landscape or the painter.
The years passed and the painting was joined by many other. They were spread across the land so everyone could see them.

One night, after many decades, the painter died. His wife and all the men and women of the village cried his death. But they knew that the painter could not have died more perfectly. He was obviously dreaming with another marvellous place, and when he died and went to heaven he did not noticed. In his dreams he had seen the heaven and so he had painted it. So when he stopped dreaming about there and started being there he did not know.

The writer

2009-05-08T11:22:00.000-07:00

Almost all my stories are not made by me, they are made for me. I don't create them, is not to fair to say otherwise, I'm just an interpreter. If a story is not written as it should it's only my fault, the ideas appear before me, is my job to explain them as best as I can. But sometimes, when I read what I write, the words feel empty, part of the meaning of them is lost, and again, Unconscious reminds me how the story should be, so I just erase part of my progress and try to make it again.
And even sometimes, Unconscious gets involved with my writing: -run- he says, and I write what he has whispered. It shouldn't be like that, he's stealing my job, he is trying to get rid of me. I just wonder how much long is going to take him to be able to write in his own, no hand, no writer, no ink, just words no where to be written, the stories intact and no one misspelling them.

The end

2009-04-09T19:04:00.000-07:00

What am I going to do? Well I don't think it's very important in this situation. The thing you should care more of, is why we ended here, how this happened. Because as we both know this is just a consequence of a long list of causes.
Do you even remember how it started? Cause I do, I believe there was some kind of force that put us together. We didn't have anything in common, but your interest in me was huge from the beginning. So do you still think it's fair to call yourself a victim? You made this possible, you know? I was just an innocent boy without a care, but then you appeared, and everything turned upside down, you liked to play like a grown-up, you loved that feeling only adults must feel, you wanted to make things your way, and to restraint others to your will.
You though you could put me in that new order of yours, and you did, but with enough pressure anyone can become... well, this.
Now let's see, should we keep remembering? I think so, I want to leave perfectly explained why I'm going to do this, you need to know, I need you to know, otherwise, this would be a lot harder.

When we met I was a really good boy, I obeyed the orders my parents gave me. I can say I was smarter, even when now I'm more mature than before. You turned me into this, all you see in me, is the result of your acts. I wish you are pleased with what you have created.

Look, it's almost midnight, I should get home soon, my parents are going to worry... wait, do I care? I mean, after all, you taught me not to obey anyone. In your case, I won't make any exception.

Let's continue, do you remember when I told you I loved you? You laughed, you told me I wasn't making sense, that I didn't know the meaning of those words. I did, I felt it. But you know that wasn't the end. The fact you broke my heart has little to do with the current situation, I just wanted to remind it to you.
You started to lie, you were using me, and I was too immature to realize. All those times I though I was defending you for a good cause, were false. All the times I got injured to protect you, were in vain. You didn't care about me, I was just a toy, a tool, in fact. But not anymore, I know what you did, and you are still trying to do, by looking me with those eyes, that expression in your face, all done to control me. Sorry, but it's not going to work, you are not sad for this, you are angry cause you couldn't prevent it. At the end I found out what you were doing, so I'm not going to regret for this.
(I broke his neck using my two hands, she died fast, I didn't want her to suffer, I just wanted to end everything)

[Doctor: According to the autopsy, the girl suffered a very painful disease.
Woman: She never told be she was in pain, I didn't know.
Doctor: As I see it, she though it was the best for you not to know.
Woman: Why? I'm her mother, I needed to know!
Doctor: I know this must be shocking news for you, but we believe you girl wanted to put an end to this... situation.
Woman: You mean... she did this to herself?
Doctor: She died fast, she didn't suffer, maybe that's what she wanted.
Woman: The policemen said she was tied to the table!
Doctor: Yes, she was, but one officer, noticed that her wrists weren't tied tight, she could easily had tried to untie them, but she didn't.
Woman: But the person who did this to her...
Doctor: I can ensure you the one who did this was just following her will.]

I ran away from the scene, at last I had found something she couldn't control, her death.

Bizarre conversation 1

2009-03-26T07:27:00.000-07:00

[A woman meets with an old friend]

Woman 1: Hi, long time no see!
Woman 2: Yes, I've been out of the city.
Woman 1: Really? Did you go to Somewhere?
Woman 2: No, I were in Another Place.
Woman 1: What a shame, Somewhere it's a great place to visit.
Woman 2: Maybe I will go next weekend.
Woman 1: You better not. You would appreciate the landscape more if you go Someday.
Woman 2: Do you think so? I thought maybe it was a better idea to go on a weekend.
Woman 1: Everybody likes Somedays.
Woman 2: Does he? I though No One did, and you know how much he hates Anyone.
Woman 1: And being Anyone such a good friend of Everybody, you thought No One couldn't agree with Everybody.
Woman 2: I like No One.
Woman 1: Do you? I really prefer Everybody before him.
Woman 2: But No One likes you.
Woman 1: Sometimes...
Woman 2: Don't even name her!
Woman 1: I meant sometimes, not Some Times.
Woman 2: Oh, I see, but who was the idiot that put such names to his children?
Woman 1: Yes, it was him, I hate Who and you know it. He is a moron without imagination.
Woman 2: Sadly Who named the city and changed our calendar...
Woman 1: ...was him.
Woman 2: It wasn't a question.
Woman 1: Screw Who and his lack of imagination.

The scenario

2009-03-19T14:05:00.000-07:00

She stared me as she was disgusted for what had just happened, but I knew that deep inside, she was happy. She loved to have some many witnesses of our acts, everything was perfect: the man in the floor that made no sound, me with the gun in hand.
She knew that even when the situation looked bad, we still had the control.
After all she loved acting and she knew everything was gonna end when the curtain fall.

Not a rat

2009-03-01T16:56:00.000-08:00

Since my arrive they had always called me a rat. They were jealous, I was modern and they were old, we were not compatible.
With me, almost everything was useless, so a change was needed. And how fast it came! A few days after my appearance all of them were replaced by others. And the time passed and everything went right, they never called me a rat again, I was a mouse and that was all.
But I'm still a little worried about the future, will I, and the keyboard get replaced by a tactile screen soon?

Finger breakdance

2009-02-19T05:25:00.000-08:00

Sometimes a video amazes you so much you need to make a post for it. This is a very good example.

I tried to make this break dance and half of it went right, I broke 3 fingers of my right hand.

What we didn't know about the Pepsi logo

2009-02-11T05:40:00.000-08:00

This photo was taken from here.

The reunion

2009-01-21T06:49:00.000-08:00

It passed a long time since the last time we had reunited. That day we were all full of enthusiasm, our words mixed: we all wanted to tell how we had been. But this time, only I speak, I'm the only one who starts and ends a sentence, without interruption.
The last time, we were very happy to see each other, but this time was different. I had avoided any contact with them, because I knew this reunion was going to full me with sadness.

I led flowers for all of them. So, one by one, tomb by tomb I left a rose.

The soldier

2009-01-08T05:37:00.000-08:00

[I don't open my eyes anymore, I don't want to see death. The pain of seeing this cruel human work is something I can not tolerate. I can still hear the screams of those unlucky ones who didn't lose their lifes. I didn't want to be here in the first place, they gave me the weapon without asking me if I wanted to end someone else's dreams.
I wait in the ground for one kindly soldier to finish my pain. I know I will not survive, so now I try to remember my family and I imagine myself with them.]

-This is dead, sir- [I hear his voice so close to me, they will find me and I will not suffer any longer]
-I believe that one moved... no, he's dead already. [Yes, a little bit closer.]
-Is there anyone alive!?- [Should I move? Should I make them know I'm not dead so they can kill me?]
-Sir, I think this soldier is not dead yet. [Are they talking about me!?]
-Sir, it's still breathing- [But not for longer, right?]
-What are you waiting soldier? Take him out of here- [What? they want to take me as a prisoner?]
-Put him on the truck- [Just kill me already!]
-Don't worry, everything is going to be all right.- [The pain is blurring my mind, can't think, can't talk...]

[...]
[The light, is so bright...]
[I feel... fine. Where am I?]
[It's hard to tell with my eyes closed. But I can't open them, not with that light.]
-He's awakening!- [A lady?]
-It's okay, don't try to move, you have suffered deep injuries-
[I have to open my eyes, I need to see..]
[...]
[A hospital.]
-Oh, hello, how do you feel?-
[In the beds next to me I can see the ones who had worse luck than me, their skins burned, their bones broke. But they don't scream, they are sleep, but I know they are still suffering, the drugs are not enough. Half of them will die for sure, and their last moments will be here, unable to talk, unable to see. So I feel like in the battlefield, horrible.]
-I'm ok-

"Anymore" is a misspelling but I'm so used to it and I think it really suit the storie.

Origami is old school, the new concept is here

2009-01-07T05:46:00.001-08:00

Ennio Marchetto takes simple pieces of paper and uses them to entertain the audience. I have no better explanation for it, than showing the video itself:

Jhonen V. Some of his works.

2009-01-05T11:11:00.000-08:00

Jhonen Vazquez was born in 1974. I found his comics very interesting. I was lucky I must admit: one night I remembered one of my favourite tv shows of my childhood: Invader Zim, and I though I could find them somewhere. I did, and I found the creator´s name. So I start searching until I got some of his comics. Here they are.

Beware! This is not for children at all, it narrates stories full of bloody scenes and dark thoughts. Yes, you must be very sick to like this.

Nameless Work

2008-12-07T11:03:00.000-08:00

Saw his wife's dead body on the floor,
Bleeding injuries,
A cut in her throat.

To regret it was late, he was angry for his faith,
How could God turn his head,
When he needed his help?

He ran away as any man would have done,
He left the body in the floor,
Left no witness of his crime,
Maybe he could start a normal life.

He left, with that thought in his mind,
To start again it was time,
To leave all past behind.
So he disappeared at night.

Some people say that in the river his body was found,
Others, than for his crime he was hanged.
But the truth of this man
Was that he didn't even moved from the scene,
His escape was a lie:

He laid in the ground, next to his wife,
He ran in his mind.
But in fact, he stayed,
As a free man, he imagine himself,
Until the day of his death.

He died from hunger in his jail:
He refused to eat,
He wanted to die.
So God, heard his pray,
And took his life.

Now he rest in hell
For an eternal life.

Made by myself, Martín Rivas Acosta.

A survey I made (this is not real)

2008-11-08T16:28:00.000-08:00

I asked people what was their mission in this life or what they wanted to be and I got this answers:

Answer from a poor: Survive, my friend.

From a business man: Get enough money to be able to rest, but I must work all day long.

From a housewife: See my children grow up and be proud of what my teachings turned into. And then see them being taken away from me from another woman or a man.

From a politician: Serve my pocket as I should serve the people.

From a student: End my carrier, to start working like I have been doing all my life, but with a salary.

From a poet: What to be or not to be?

From a old lady: What to be? I was just remembering who I was.

From a prayer: Isn't eternity longer than this life? So well, for this short time we have here, be good to other people and your soul. (I though: And of course with god, he's the one who decides after all)

From a blogger: Write things that people like. Nah, get money from ads. (I'm totally against this kind of thoughts)

The doors of the life

2008-07-11T08:14:00.001-07:00

A long time ago I wrote this story in Spanish. Today I made a new version and here it is, in English of course:

Even when my heart had started to beat a long time before, my life started with an opened door, the one that had remained closed for nine months. I opened my eyes for a first time and I found myself surrounded by a wonderful world. Full of doors I hadn´t opened yet. The time passed and the doors opened one by one letting my know, learn and understand a lot of things.
I was growing up and I was fulling with memories that those doors had leaving with me. I crossed the door to my childhood, followed by my adolescence. I overpassed my fears, I confront the obstacles that were on my way and I was heading to be the adult I finally turned into.
The doors keep opening but every time with a bigger delay. I had opened a lot of doors, but not too many. Finally I understood that there were a lot of doors that were going to remain closed to me because I didn´t have the key to open them.
I started to remember how much beautiful and full of joy moments I had had. The nostalgia appeared. I missed those days when I went to he park with my parents. When I couldn´t sleep because there was something that kept me awaken. I remembered my old couples, my first kiss, my first love.
A door without lock or bolt, sealed from the inside but not from the outside, one of those doors that let you enter but don´t let you get out. I didn´t decide to open it. It opened by itself, I wanted to stay a bit longer but my will wasn´t the guide and I had to crossed it. That was the end of my life. I wasn´t looking behind with tears in my eyes any more, all the concern had disappeared. I couldn´t get back. It was planned to be that way.
But I have time to tell you my story.

A promise, is a promise, don´t matter what

2008-07-08T13:10:00.000-07:00

Thanks to my good old (15 years old) friend, I must stay. He left a commentary so now it´s like I have a chain around my neck, connected to this blog. So let´s start with... something, maybe I will get some ideas while hitting my head to the wall next to me...

....

No, it didn´t work.

Let´s see... what can I do next?

I know, I will post something in my other blog, and then with time I will translate it. So, yes, you will have to keep waiting.

I have failed

2008-06-28T12:55:00.000-07:00

A lot of people (not really, I don´t expect anyone to enter a site without new post) should said: -Liar! you said you were coming back but you didn´t!.- Well, I do now, but just to say goodbye, I mean, I almost don´t put any post in my other blog and I don´t really think I want to keep writing in English after all... I know, it sad, a lot of people will find them self with nothing to do...
I have been postponed my retirement for a long time... of course I will keep posting in my original blog (I will, that´s a promise I won´t brake).
Maybe I will come back, maybe I won´t, I don´t know.

There´s still one option remaining... if one, just one person (at least) put a commentary telling me not to go, I will stay. Pathetic? no, I just want to know this I´m writing has a porpoise. So farewell my readers! I´m going to check if I receive any commentary from you, remember, it´s not goodbye, you still can make me stay... (please make me stay).

Until then check my other site...

Only to say hello

2008-06-16T13:00:00.001-07:00

Am I coming back only to say hi? No this time!
It has been a while after the last post in this blog, I know, you missed me. And in this huge time maybe you already learn to speak Spanish and you read my other blog. Well I´m back so let´s read the news... my blog "unavida-onelife.blogspot.com" had been cancelled, but you didn´t know because I didn´t tell you and nobody visited the site to read about my life.
In other news I made up my mind and I´m going to write, not only post thingsI found, I overpassed that time so now I will focus in writting (when you don´t succeed posting things you saw or read on internet, it means you need a change).

So... what am I gonna say? Let´s talk about... happyness: Are you happy? (of course, I am not waiting for an answer, because that way this would take a while).
If you are not happy I have great news for you! (maybe for the exitment of getting a good news you just jumped from you chair, and put your head really close to the monitor, but I must say: No, there are not such great news). I´m going to help you. I will start posting some tips to save your life. when am I going to start? Tomrrow, now I´m tired, so keep waiting (of course, you can stand up and go to do another thing, you don´t have to stay there waiting for me).

After a while I come back

2008-05-07T11:25:00.000-07:00

I know nobody missed me, but you won´t get ride of me so easily. I was out from this blog, I really thought about closing it. Well, let´s go on.

Another video...just wait soonne or later, I will post something written by me.

I didn´t make any commentary because I didn´t want to ruin the joke.

Gmail Features

2008-02-24T07:57:00.000-08:00

Today I found this advert of Google, for Russia. The idea is to make the people know the good properties that Gmail has.

Story of The Stuff

2008-02-19T03:33:00.000-08:00

Just watch the videos, they can explain them self better than I can.

Chapter 1: Introduction

Chapter 2: Extraction

Chapter 3: Production

Chapter 4: Distribution

Chapter 5: Consumption

Chapter 6: Disposal

Chapter 7: Another way

To know more about it just enter to the oficial site

Explaning my absence

2008-02-18T11:38:00.000-08:00

I´ve been gone for a while. All for a little problem with some wire of the Internet connection.
I stopped posting, I didn´t chat any more, I stopped playing online games. In a few words I lost all my social life.
Well that´s not true, I hanged out with some friends, I was taking care of my family and I built a really good looking single-apartment, after my wife wanted the divorce. At least I´m happy, but there are some things that I can´t understand:
I tried to start over: make a new family, change myself, with clothes, a new hair cut and I even tried to change my personality. I read books to learn cooking, mechanic, I practiced my speech in front of the mirror, I drank estrange potions, made wishes, to get a best job to impress someone. Anything worked. I´m alone and with the same damn job, I didn´t know I supposed to go happy when the job-car arrived to get a promotion.
Now that I explained all, I think I know what to do, I just need to throw away my Sims and start with the chat webs, maybe I have possibilities of meet a real person who likes me.

Eddie Izzard

2008-02-04T16:19:00.000-08:00

I love Lego, and my brother found some videos of it with voice of Eddie Izzard.

This is the original video:

And this is the Lego one:

And this are some other fan-made videos:

Do you have a flag?:

Supermarkets and trolleys:

How to get in trouble and make a party at the same time

2008-02-01T13:28:00.000-08:00

If you don´t have enough time to get drunk, dance, talk with friends making a party and get in trouble. Just do the two things at once. In this video, that I found in haha.nu, a guy tell you how to do it:

I think he used telepathic powers to communicated with all that people in a few minutes. I don´t think he used more than one day to plan the party (I can say that after seeing the results).

Why he really didn´t what to take he´s glasses off?
Because:
·That way, nobody will recognize him? No, that can´t be because everyone who know´s him, were in the party.
·He thought the cameras could stole his soul from he´s eyes? No, if he was crazy enough to do the party, he wouldn´t concerned for an useless soul.
·He had red eyes for all the things he drank? No, the answer is the same as above.
·He was still drunk? It could be. The drunk persons make crazy things.
·He would lose he´s style? No, he had none.

If you want to cooperate with other possibilities, I would be happy. And if someone can find a life for this guy it would be better.

Clio awards

2008-01-31T07:01:00.000-08:00

This are two videos from the Clio awards:

The first one is from the Coke side of the life:

And the second one is from Buenos Aires, Argentina. The place were I borned.

I was :O when I saw this ad in English. It´s really nice right? It can make you cry.

Pac-man: The Movie

2008-01-20T17:17:00.000-08:00

Well, here´s the trailer of the movie. It´s not japanese like my other video.

Lego ad

2008-01-18T07:11:00.000-08:00

I never talk in this blog about my obsession with Lego. This is the first, but not last, Lego-post.

Now you can see that I added a new label called: Lego

Pac-man

2008-01-06T09:44:00.001-08:00

I showed you the tetris videos, now a new Pac-man.

Tetris

2008-01-06T09:42:00.000-08:00

Two different new ways of playing tetris.

Animated objects

2008-01-04T12:32:00.001-08:00

I think you saw sculptures made of many things: wood, rock, steel, even....food. We know that the art it can be made with anything. But this art isn´t only that, is funny too.
This are examples of what you can find in this page.

Italian food.

A born-reader.

Elegant.

Vegetable rampage.

McDonalds

Sicko unseen clip

2007-12-18T13:59:00.000-08:00

A few months ago I put a video of Michel Moore, it was a parody of the American History. With a "American" I´m only talking about United States of America.
Michel Moore, have made a lot of videos (always criticizing the worst president of the world (I mean George W. Bush)). Maybe if you read this, you won´t agree with me an you´ll be angry for the post. But that would mean that you are, like to many of you called "American". But if you see a map you´ll notice that America is a real huge country.

Sorry, of course, to everyone who is not against this type of video. But I really need to cover my self for any possibility, I hope you understand my situation. To many Americans" have made horrible things against the world. Like the re-election of George W.

If you still want see more videos of Michel Moore I really recommend some like:
"Bowling for Columbine", "Fahrenheit 911", "stupidity" and of course "Sicko"

New keyboard for Windows

2007-12-17T10:55:00.000-08:00

Recent studies have confirm that the users of Windows don´t use every key of the keyboard. In consequence, the companies had a great idea. Now you won´t have any other key that is not necessary to use this operative system.
Less keys means less cost, so the computer producers will have more money on their pockets.

This is the new design that you´ll be able to buy in April 2008.

What did you say?

2007-12-17T08:01:00.000-08:00

A have a recompilation of phrases of the president of United States George W. Bush

·There ought to be limits to freedom.
·One of the great things about books is, sometimes there are some fantastic pictures.
·I just want you to know that, when we talk about war, we're really talking about peace..
·Do you have blacks too? (talking with Fernando Henrique Cardoso, Brazil´s president).
·It's amazing I won. I was running against peace, prosperity, and incumbency. (I don´t wanna know when he said that.
·We may still find weapons. We haven't found them yet.
·I'm trying to figure out what else I can say that you — I didn't say yesterday that sounds profound to you without — without actually answering your question.

If you want to hear more incredible phrases of George just go to this page.

The prices

2007-12-13T12:13:00.000-08:00

I suppose you live this every day like me.

For Eneko, he´s page is in Spanish but I believe that with a little translator you can understand what he means.

For me this isn´t funny, but i had to put it in the humour label.

Self-reference jokes

2007-12-08T07:51:00.000-08:00

Via haha.nu, I found this page with really good self-references phrases. This are some examples of what you can find in the page:

Nostalgia isn't what it used to be.

The two rules for success are:
1. Never tell them everything you know.

We never make misteaks.

I'm the humblest person I know.

Well this is a little self-referencial story:

A logician saves the life of a tiny space alien. The alien is very grateful and, since she's omniscient, offers the following reward: she offers to answer any question the logician might pose. Without too much thought (after all, he's a logician), he asks: "What is the best question to ask and what is the correct answer to that question?" The tiny alien pauses. Finally she replies, "The best question is the one you just asked; and the correct answer is the one I gave."

Flipbook animation

2007-11-29T09:31:00.000-08:00

I believe that you saw animations with a little book, but I´m not sure about something so complex like the one below. So I just hope you like it.

I´m so requested

2007-11-26T08:38:00.000-08:00

Today, when I opened G-Talk I found this precious message from Google.I think that no other type of chatter will make you smile by happiness.

It feel so right that someone out there want you...

HIV Ads

2007-11-25T14:31:00.000-08:00

The chin is from his grandad, the eyes of the dad, the HIV from his mother.
Just like his mother: HIV positive.

The reality

2007-11-17T07:16:00.000-08:00

Demotivators, is a page where you can find photos with little phrases on them or phrases with good photos on them.

I selected some of the funniest ones but there are a lot more.

Ilussions

2007-11-14T16:32:00.000-08:00

This are good known illusions but maybe you don´t know them (cuz they are known for me, I don´t really know if everybody saw them).

Find the differences

2007-11-11T13:58:00.000-08:00

Did you spot some?

Seen in haha.nu.

Street art

2007-11-08T08:01:00.001-08:00

They call them self "Los Reyes del Mambo" and they change some cities to make it more happy, or just for fun.
I wish my city to become so nice like the ones that they visited.
Some of their works below. There are more in their page.

How to brake up with your girlfriend

2007-11-04T10:41:00.000-08:00

In only 64 easy steps.

Vista Sucks

2007-11-01T08:58:00.000-07:00

O never try it, but if the others were bad this would be worst

Marsial arts

2007-10-26T09:46:00.000-07:00

Use sunscreen

2007-10-25T10:04:00.000-07:00

It´s time to start thinking in your future? No, just live your life, and try to enjoy every minute, cuz maybe won´t be another.

Yes,I know 7 minutes in a video it´s to much time, but I recommend it.

Say no to global warming: Put off the lights

2007-10-23T11:19:00.000-07:00

A Brief Story on The United States of America

2007-10-21T09:03:00.000-07:00

This is the truth, I don´t know if you´ll like it. The video is part of the great documentary of Michael Moore " Bowling for columbine". I saw the movie the past year, and I was shocked. I couldn´t believed it.
USA, had made horrible things, that I wont talk now. I really recommend this film.

Warning, you must have humour to see the video below.
Think that it´s only a joke, but maybe is really close to the truth.

The five stages before death...of a giraffe

2007-10-20T17:09:00.000-07:00

This is an incredible video of Adult Swim, I hope you like, it´s censured. So you´ll hear a little pip every time that a something bad its said´.

Wonderful World

2007-10-19T11:15:00.000-07:00

Duble Mario: Mario GTA & Luigi story

2007-10-18T10:38:00.000-07:00

Mario GTA

Luigi story

Two things in English, like I said, without subtitles.

I wonder what would happend if I connected this here...

2007-10-17T14:45:00.001-07:00

Virus

2007-10-17T14:40:00.000-07:00

There is too many people with to much break time...

Flood!!!

2007-10-17T14:18:00.001-07:00

I´m drowning!!!

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Ok that was to much, but it´s an "interesant" way to present the game Flood It.

The object of the game is to flood the whole board with one color in less than 25 steps. You start from the top left corner and progress by selecting one of the colored balls on the left. When you change your current area color, every adjacent square with the same color also changes, that way you can

Mathematics for fun

2007-10-17T14:14:00.000-07:00

I think that I shouldn't put this in an school´s test if I wanna pass.

Feeling´s alphabet

2007-10-17T13:58:00.000-07:00

I think that I got all the list from a picture...but something I know: I found it in April 28th 2006. I took it from my original blog, like to many things that I´ll post.

Angry
Baffled
Confused
Depressed
Fulfilled
Glad
Happy
Indifferent
Jealous
Keen
Loved
Miserable
Nervous
Optimistic
Proud
Quizzical
Rejected
Suspicious
Tired
Unloved
Vengeful
Worried
Xenophobic
Yearning
Zealous

This is my second opinion

2007-10-17T13:44:00.000-07:00

Like I said, I have another blog, so this time I will talk a little of it, but remember, it´s in Spanish.

My old blog (I don´t know if I suppose to talk like this about it, because I still have it) it´s full of things that I found on Internet...So, why I started this new blog? cuz I need a good place to put some videos that are in English, I don´t know if my readers (I guess that I have more than one) have learnt English, so this is my new place.
I don´t even know English like and Britain, so if you found a mistake, please let me know.

Hello World!!!

2007-10-17T13:39:00.000-07:00

Hi everybody!
In a few minutes I´ll start posting some of the little "treasures" that I have found or I´ll write.
I have another a blog , but cuz I´m Argentine, the blog is in Spanish so I decided to start a new one, this time, in English. I hope you like it.