Bizarre conversation 1

[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

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

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

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

This photo was taken from here.

The reunion

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

[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

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.

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

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.