Blackbeat dice:
¿Te conté de la vez que conocí a mi doppelgänger? Vive en sudáfrica, coincidimos una vez en un congreso de Pedagogía en Vancouver y desde el momento que cruzamos miradas nos reconocimos mutuamente. Es curioso, pero es muy distinto a mí, en realidad cuando lo ví pensé "así es como me vería yo si dejara de cenar tacos al pastor todos los días" y claro, si no tuviera piernas, pues las suyas las perdió en un accidente durante una expedición a Nueva Guinea; de hecho no las perdió por completo: su grupo fue capturado por la tribu Fore quienes uno a uno devoraron a todos los exploradores. A él no se lo comieron, porque su carne "sabía mucho a ciudad" (era su primer viaje, los demás eran aventureros experimentados), pero se dieron cuenta de ello hasta que habían cortado y cocinado ambas de sus extremidades, y pues como los indígenas detestaban desperdiciar la comida, lo obligaron a comerse lo que quedaba de sus chamorros y lo pusieron en una balsa para que el río se lo llevara; así que pues no perdió sus piernas, simplemente ya no están adjuntas a la parte inferior de su cuerpo. pero luego te termino de contar el resto porque tanto hablar de comida ya me dió hambre.
lunes, agosto 08, 2005
viernes, agosto 05, 2005
Ejercicio lovecraftiano
La estrella con cinco puntas es el símbolo de la diosa Babalon, deidad egipcia similar a Afrodita. Simboliza, entre otras cosas, el amor y la sexualidad, su nombre es común entre los practicantes de magia ritual. El pentagrama en el medio representa el aire, agua, fuego, cuerpo y espíritu. Cada punta representa uno de esos elementos, tiende a representarse al realizar invocaciones arcanas de formas de energía cuyos efectos varían de acuerdo al carácter y a las intenciones del invocador. Entre los cabalistas es común escribir el nombre Astaroth alrededor de la estrella, acompañado de glifos de significado ambiguo. La invocación generalmente comienza con la frase Aieth Gadol Leolam Adonai (Dios es grande, siempre), de oscuro contexto debido a su asociación con rituales de naturaleza demoníaca. El lugar debe prepararse colocando las letras AGLA en las cuatro paredes y el techo de la habitación, en el suelo deberá ecribirse la frase completa, y el pentagrama con los símbolos antes descritos.
Los resultados pueden variar de acuerdo a la preparación previa y a la experiencia del invocador. De cualquier manera, se recomienda jamás llamar a fuerzas que no se esté seguro de poder controlar, la inexperiencia y el exceso de confianza han causado ya muchas desgracias. Remítase al compendio Ritual Magick and Invocations de Hawthorne Keyes para medidas adicionales de seguridad y a Gnosis Of The Cosmic Christ de Tau Malachi para estrategias de contención en caso de accidentes.
Los resultados pueden variar de acuerdo a la preparación previa y a la experiencia del invocador. De cualquier manera, se recomienda jamás llamar a fuerzas que no se esté seguro de poder controlar, la inexperiencia y el exceso de confianza han causado ya muchas desgracias. Remítase al compendio Ritual Magick and Invocations de Hawthorne Keyes para medidas adicionales de seguridad y a Gnosis Of The Cosmic Christ de Tau Malachi para estrategias de contención en caso de accidentes.
jueves, agosto 04, 2005
miércoles, agosto 03, 2005
lunes, agosto 01, 2005
Babycakes
A few years back all the animals went away.
We woke up one morning, and they just weren’t there any more. They didn’t even leave us a note, or say good-bye. We never figured out quite where they’d gone.
We missed them.
Some of us thought that the world had ended, but it hadn’t. There just weren’t any more animals. No cats or rabbits, no dogs or whales, no fish in the seas, no birds in the skies.
We were all alone.
We didn’t know what to do.
We wandered around lost, for a time, and then someone pointed out that just because we didn’t have animals any more, that was no reason to change our lives. No reason to change our diets, or to cease testing products that might cause harm.
After all, there were still babies.
Babies can’t talk. They can hardly move. A baby is not a rational, thinking creature.
We made babies.
And we used them.
Some of them we ate. Baby flesh is tender, and succulent.
We flayed their skin, and decorated ourselves in it. Baby leather is soft, and comfortable.
Some of them we tested.
We taped open their eyes, dripped detergents and shampoos in, a drop at a time.
We scarred them, and scalded them. We burnt them. We clamped them and planted electrodes into their brains. We grafted, and we froze, and we irradiated.
The babies breathed our smoke, and the babies’ veins flowed with our medicines and drugs, until they stopped breathing, or until their blood ceased to flow.
It was hard, of course, but it was necessary.
No-one could deny that.
Whit the animals gone, what else could we do?
Some people complained, of course. But then, they always do.
And everything went back to normal.
Only…
Yesterday, all the babies were gone.
We don’t know where they went. We didn’t see them go.
We don’t know what we’re going to do without them.
But we’ll think of something. Humans are smart. It’s what makes us superior to the animals and the babies.
We’ll figure something out.
We woke up one morning, and they just weren’t there any more. They didn’t even leave us a note, or say good-bye. We never figured out quite where they’d gone.
We missed them.
Some of us thought that the world had ended, but it hadn’t. There just weren’t any more animals. No cats or rabbits, no dogs or whales, no fish in the seas, no birds in the skies.
We were all alone.
We didn’t know what to do.
We wandered around lost, for a time, and then someone pointed out that just because we didn’t have animals any more, that was no reason to change our lives. No reason to change our diets, or to cease testing products that might cause harm.
After all, there were still babies.
Babies can’t talk. They can hardly move. A baby is not a rational, thinking creature.
We made babies.
And we used them.
Some of them we ate. Baby flesh is tender, and succulent.
We flayed their skin, and decorated ourselves in it. Baby leather is soft, and comfortable.
Some of them we tested.
We taped open their eyes, dripped detergents and shampoos in, a drop at a time.
We scarred them, and scalded them. We burnt them. We clamped them and planted electrodes into their brains. We grafted, and we froze, and we irradiated.
The babies breathed our smoke, and the babies’ veins flowed with our medicines and drugs, until they stopped breathing, or until their blood ceased to flow.
It was hard, of course, but it was necessary.
No-one could deny that.
Whit the animals gone, what else could we do?
Some people complained, of course. But then, they always do.
And everything went back to normal.
Only…
Yesterday, all the babies were gone.
We don’t know where they went. We didn’t see them go.
We don’t know what we’re going to do without them.
But we’ll think of something. Humans are smart. It’s what makes us superior to the animals and the babies.
We’ll figure something out.
-Neil Gaiman
viernes, julio 29, 2005
R\*/M's Not So Much Comedy Time
Pregunta: ¿Cuál es el traducción al español de la frase overworked and underpaid?
Respuesta: Iniciativa Privada.
Respuesta: Iniciativa Privada.
jueves, julio 28, 2005
Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life
Harry Blackitt: Look at them, bloody Catholics, filling the bloody world up with bloody people they can't afford to bloody feed.
Mrs. Blackitt: What are we dear?
Harry Blackitt: Protestant, and fiercely proud of it.
Mrs. Blackitt: Hmm. Well, why do they have so many children?
Harry Blackitt: Because... every time they have sexual intercourse, they have to have a baby.
Mrs. Blackitt: But it's the same with us, Harry.
Harry Blackitt: What do you mean?
Mrs. Blackitt: Well, I mean, we've got two children, and we've had sexual intercourse twice.
Harry Blackitt: That's not the point. We could have it any time we wanted.
Mrs. Blackitt: Really?
Harry Blackitt: Oh, yes, and, what's more, because we don't believe in all that Papist claptrap, we can take precautions.
Mrs. Blackitt: What, you mean... lock the door?
Harry Blackitt: No, no. I mean, because we are members of the Protestant Reformed Church, which successfully challenged the autocratic power of the Papacy in the mid-sixteenth century, we can wear little rubber devices to prevent issue.
Mrs. Blackitt: What d'you mean?
Harry Blackitt: I could, if I wanted, have sexual intercourse with you...
Mrs. Blackitt: Oh, yes, Harry.
Harry Blackitt: ...and, by wearing a rubber sheath over my old feller, I could insure... that, when I came off, you would not be impregnated.
Mrs. Blackitt: Ooh.
Harry Blackitt: That's what being a Protestant's all about. That's why it's the church for me. That's why it's the church for anyone who respects the individual and the individual's right to decide for him or herself. When Martin Luther nailed his protest up to the church door in fifteen-seventeen, he may not have realised the full significance of what he was doing, but four hundred years later, thanks to him, my dear, I can wear whatever I want on my John Thomas...
[sniff]
Harry Blackitt: ... and, Protestantism doesn't stop at the simple condom. Oh, no. I can wear French Ticklers if I want.
Mrs. Blackitt: You what?
Harry Blackitt: French Ticklers. Black Mambos. Crocodile Ribs. Sheaths that are designed not only to protect, but also to enhance the stimulation of sexual congress.
Mrs. Blackitt: Have you got one?
Harry Blackitt: Have I got one? Uh, well, no, but I can go down the road any time I want and walk into Harry's and hold my head up high and say in a loud, steady voice, 'Harry, I want you to sell me a condom. In fact, today, I think I'll have a French Tickler, for I am a Protestant.'
Mrs. Blackitt: Well, why don't you?
Harry Blackitt: But they - Well, they cannot, 'cause their church never made the great leap out of the Middle Ages and the domination of alien Episcopal supremacy.
Mrs. Blackitt: What are we dear?
Harry Blackitt: Protestant, and fiercely proud of it.
Mrs. Blackitt: Hmm. Well, why do they have so many children?
Harry Blackitt: Because... every time they have sexual intercourse, they have to have a baby.
Mrs. Blackitt: But it's the same with us, Harry.
Harry Blackitt: What do you mean?
Mrs. Blackitt: Well, I mean, we've got two children, and we've had sexual intercourse twice.
Harry Blackitt: That's not the point. We could have it any time we wanted.
Mrs. Blackitt: Really?
Harry Blackitt: Oh, yes, and, what's more, because we don't believe in all that Papist claptrap, we can take precautions.
Mrs. Blackitt: What, you mean... lock the door?
Harry Blackitt: No, no. I mean, because we are members of the Protestant Reformed Church, which successfully challenged the autocratic power of the Papacy in the mid-sixteenth century, we can wear little rubber devices to prevent issue.
Mrs. Blackitt: What d'you mean?
Harry Blackitt: I could, if I wanted, have sexual intercourse with you...
Mrs. Blackitt: Oh, yes, Harry.
Harry Blackitt: ...and, by wearing a rubber sheath over my old feller, I could insure... that, when I came off, you would not be impregnated.
Mrs. Blackitt: Ooh.
Harry Blackitt: That's what being a Protestant's all about. That's why it's the church for me. That's why it's the church for anyone who respects the individual and the individual's right to decide for him or herself. When Martin Luther nailed his protest up to the church door in fifteen-seventeen, he may not have realised the full significance of what he was doing, but four hundred years later, thanks to him, my dear, I can wear whatever I want on my John Thomas...
[sniff]
Harry Blackitt: ... and, Protestantism doesn't stop at the simple condom. Oh, no. I can wear French Ticklers if I want.
Mrs. Blackitt: You what?
Harry Blackitt: French Ticklers. Black Mambos. Crocodile Ribs. Sheaths that are designed not only to protect, but also to enhance the stimulation of sexual congress.
Mrs. Blackitt: Have you got one?
Harry Blackitt: Have I got one? Uh, well, no, but I can go down the road any time I want and walk into Harry's and hold my head up high and say in a loud, steady voice, 'Harry, I want you to sell me a condom. In fact, today, I think I'll have a French Tickler, for I am a Protestant.'
Mrs. Blackitt: Well, why don't you?
Harry Blackitt: But they - Well, they cannot, 'cause their church never made the great leap out of the Middle Ages and the domination of alien Episcopal supremacy.
miércoles, julio 27, 2005
Diez palabras
Diez palabras es un proyecto encargado de recopilar las 10 palabras "más lindas, más bellas, más evocadoras del castellano o español", a continuación escribo las que yo elegí, y que aparecen con el número 140:
- trémulo
- conspicuo
- zahorí
- arcano
- plétora
- bajel
- ecléctico
- ceremonia
- mutis
- retruécano
- himeneo
- vilipendioso
- grandilocuencia
- polipasto
- anquilosado
- onomatopeya
- palimpsesto
- cabreado
- pastorela
- bucólico
martes, julio 26, 2005
viernes, julio 22, 2005
Momento zen, patrocinado por Microsoft
El texto dice:
La impresora no ha respondido todavía, pero puede que el programa Microsoft Office pueda continuar sin la información de la impresora. ¿Desea continuar o esperar a la impresora?
"Sí" "No"
Hmmm.... Se murió el banner. A ver como lo arreglo...
UPDATE: villagephotos apesta, photobucket no tanto.
UPDATE: villagephotos apesta, photobucket no tanto.
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