Dominicans smell like fish.

Quite surprising, that Pedro, Juan, Emmanuel and Jose can pull this thing: http://content.usatoday.com/communities/technologylive/post/2012/03/merchants-on-hook-for-global-payments-breach/1#.T3bKIuWomuJ

It's also pretty fucked up. Even for me personally, since I'm quite close to the actual victim, but the perpetrator in eyes of men.

I be waiting no more.

Seven years have passed since my beloved Garbage put out their last works of art.
They're back and better than ever.
Well, not so sure about the second part, I mean - they were always fucking amazing - but they never failed us and are not planning to now.

So, without further ado, I present you:

Shit's about to happen in the MMO branch.

[About absence of quests in The Secret World] "Here's a frightening concept. How the hell are we supposed to know where to go unless someone with the necessary qualifications (ie. an exclamation mark) shoves us in the right direction?"  -Average gamer booby.

[Dynamic events in GW2] "I'm not going to lift a finger to kill trolls unless I actually see them doing something I object to, like slaughtering the townsfolk or trying to vote."


"If you haven't been following the development of Guild Wars 2 or The Secret World, either because you hadn't previously heard of them, or because a Blizzard representative has quite literally injected you with a psychoactive chemical or sentient parasite to enforce your submission on a molecular level, now is a good time to educate yourself - or seek restorative medication."

  

Like a fuckin' rolercoaster

'Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again but expecting different results,' American novelist Rita Mae Brown once wrote.

But I say; Insanity is also doing different things and expecting the same results over and over again.

What more - having the same results again and again is good for hamsters, maybe. Not for me.


If I think about it, what haven't I done in my life?
I used to be quite the sports guy when I was little. On elementary school, I played soccer, tennis, floorball. Hell, I even tried karate!
Only thing to make my poor brain suffer I did back then was chess.

Something changed though; All of the things I was doing were seeming...meaningless.
And look at me now. All this young intellectual shit. Till the half of the next week, I'm supposed to solve 120 goddamn equations, write a part of a script for a play where I play main role, write the code for my program in Python programming language, learn a couple things for guitar, make a homework for the kids I teach as my job, go to a presentation about a music festival I help to organize as my second job, then I should really start writing one of the 2 short stories I am supposed to write (one in Czech, the other in English), then read a novel from age of romance. Fuck, is it even possible to do all that?

And then? What then? Nuffin'. Borin' ol' nuffin'. A couple days of chilling out in the Alps, just skiing and not doing anything. Then 10-days trip to France. Again, just chill (and learning French).

Oh, goodness, ain't it quite a life I live here.

If there are too many things to hold you down, make yourself proud. That'll take you up again.

Hold you down

-"It's nice to be the sane one for once"
-"Next turn is mine"

-"You gotta fly low. But not too low. The parable of Ikarus is almost all purpose"
-"But I wanna fly high. Why can't I, no matter how I try?"
-"No matter? You gotta make it matter"
  "And you can soar high. But don't be surprised when you fall from the stars. For being up there can be only a mater of moments."
-"How can I soar and make my effort matter, when I don't have wings?"
-"But you do. Don't you see? You always had. You have everything. It's in your head. If it's there, it can be everywhere. Just think and do."

Self preservation doesn't always work.
And shouldn't.
You need to get burned
to become healed.
And in the end, it may even feel better than not being burned at all.
Just make sure the fire is under control.

"I can quite realistically prove, that no one can be a realist. You may try, but you will always fail"

There ain't no better patch for the soul than impro in blues emi.

New content soon, I promise! (though I'm just promising it to myself, ain't I?

This chorus makes me trip balls.

BTW: blogspot really has messed up adding videos from youtube. I had to write in the HTML code myself this time...

The medieval Hollywood

A fact: Hollywood stories are considered very primitive. Some of them are – they often leave the thinking to the reader. The reader doesn’t always want to think though, when reading/watching something so simple-minded.

And the most effective way to make the reader/watcher think, is to appeal to his emotions. Golly! The Hollywood gives plenty of those, doesn’t it? It does, however, also a good job hiding them. And I guarantee – people just LOVE finding out that there are real human beings underneath their stone cold facade built of Ken-like worked-up-and-out bodies.

This genre is even historically very successful. Only now, it has opened it arms to welcome customers outside the described society (Hollywood in this case).

Just think; have we ever in exploring history encountered dramatic stories about social interactions in a closed-off group of rich VIP individuals? Hell, it’s everywhere!

In medieval times, there were 2 genres of literature whatsoever. Religious literature and literature concerning nobility. Stories of brave, honorable and gentlemanly knights, about the intrigues of their lives, politics and, of course, women.

During the era of Romance in Russia, this even became the main theme. Eugen Onegin set the trend. The nobles of Petersburg, with their inability to feel, have become the perfect examples of completely expendable person. Their spoilt lives of parties (balls were pretty hardcore back then) and money resemble the Hollywood more than accurately.

I say, don’t get scared off by the stereotype. If you’re careful, you only need to jump into the stream of the ultimate contrast that Hollywood stands on;  the glamour shown and the desperation hidden.

Here it goes again, you filthy little animals

The hunting season has just began.
I just killed my first fly by pressing it towards the laptop screen this year.
I hate how they get the screen dirty.

Wrong again.

Remember those good times at home in the 1800's, back when you and the neighbourhood rowdies would romp around, kickin' an old piece of rope. And then Mom would call you inside, where you'd all gather round the dining room table, while she served up a steamin' hot plate of Dr. Tran's Old Fashioned Peppermint Dickables.

A Dickable is a Dr.Tran patented treat that has kept the same quality that you and I have come to expect.

--I never would have expected that searching for "dick" in urban dictionary would turn out to be so...enriching.

Two-faced, America approved.

I saw a documentary movie last week.
About people who live in miserable conditions at Salton sea, recreation facility gone wrong - ghost city today.
A bad side of the American dream.

And though the movie was really great and I absolutely enjoyed it, what struck me most was a scene from city Fresno. Because I've been there.
And I have to say, through the camera over the shoulder of a deeply damaged man,the city is so different. What I have seen was a regular city in California. McDonald's, 7-Eleven, big-ass mall. A comfortable life, god bless the US.
What he sees is the true face, behind the facade of palm trees and sunshine. An overgrown junkyard of good mens' dreams.

http://bombaybeachfilm.com/

Way more efficient than a gun nex to my head; tick tock.

Frantic is the word.
I'm running like a wind-up mouse.
I fear, though, I'm going to wind-down soon.
Workload status: 140 %.

I want to have at least a post per day here, so writing more is the solution.

Witness the change of how the world will communicate.

All the media in human history have travelled a long path from their creation to the time they became available for everyone.

Several institutions of catholic church wanted to forbid other books than bible, saying bible provides all knowledge necessary and reading other books thus makes you a heretic. They even proceeded to burn books, no matter their quality or content – just because it were books.

Then the movies came. At first moving pictures were a cheap entertainment at circuses and a hobby of several weirdos. People were pointing their fingers and saying „Soon, they’ll get over this craziness and return back to the real performance art: drama“.

And today, we have video games. The greatest invention in the world of media since films, probably the last one of such magnitude in the close future.

And what is the public outlook on video games? „Stupid fuckin‘ fat kids play ‘em to kill their worthless time“.

Au contraire, my dear! What we’re witnessing here, I think, is something great. For the first time in history, people are allowed to change their story. They’re not just watching or reading what will happen, they get to edit it, make it their own.

Of course, no one yet figured how to make a good video game yet, but it used to be like that with everything. In one or two generations, people will hopefully start looking at games more positively, will finally accept them as a form of art. A mighty one.

Addition: I thought about the evolution of video games and of movies and I found out they were almost analogical. For example, just like arcades started popping up in cinemas, all those years ago movies were only at funfares. Also, the computer nerds nowadays are almost identical to movie fans back in around 1920. You know, weird guys, closed-off communities and rather than noble forms of fun seeking the simple and creative joy.

Usefulness

When I’m going through the architecturally non-homogenous city, I think about the practical value and beauty. It’s twisted.

Once, it was all making sense. The engineers and designers used to know what were they doing and why.

Today, there is no value. There is only price.

I mean – the design of the laptop that I’m writing this on, design of the headphones I’m listening to and of mouse I am using is just great.

But when I see all these ugly buildings, fences, trashcans and pretty much everything younger than half a century in this otherwise beautiful city, I feel terrible.

What would I give to have an old brick laptop like those old IBMs were, while living in a city looking like it used to during Austro-Hungarian Empire.

  

Nowadays, there are money for horribly distasteful ads (only good for catching attention) and nice designed consumer goods.

Well, people just don’t choose a milk of bottle with a hideous sticker over the same bottle, just with a better sticker. They know that those, who don’t waste money on stickers probably won’t spend money on providing better for their customers.

But what about the bigger picture? People know to choose a better looking product in the store, but does that help, when they are looking in a bad store?

If we started cutting expenses on the correct part, it would be better for everyone.

Yep. I just dropped the N-word. Quite a lot of times actually.

Nigga cock shuffle is a catchphrase often used in black people communities as a 'donkey bridge" - that is a a way in a speech to introduce a new, random theme into the discussion.

NIGGA COCK SHUFFLE

My mother says that atmospheric pressure has an affect on frequency of human farting.
Yeah, you climb an 8000m and you could suddenly fit a watermelon in your bottom.

NIGGA COCK SHUFFLE

If I were the president of the universe, I'd make a law to forbid people from putting steaks on top of fries.

NIGGA COCK SHUFFLE

If I were the president of the universe, I'd cancel the night quiet regulations and make daytime regulations instead.

NIGGA COCK SHUFFLE

Zoomba dum-ba boopitty bop bop badum wob w-w-w-w-w-wob bada vzůů wob vzůů - The evolution of music: from jazz to dubsteb

NIGGA COCK SHUFFLE

Hey, you, I'm looking for your peanuts! (This is a song about peanuts, not about penis, 'cause that would be gay, and I'm not gay! True story Mr. Weebl)

NIGGA COCK SHUFFLE

Ok, ok, ok! I get it! Friendship is magic! Now, could you please lower your voice by at least two octaves?

NIGGA COCK SHUFFLE

Wow. Mass Effect 3 ending really does suck reaper's dick.

NIGGA COCK SHUFFLE

No racist pun intended. Don't hate me for being racist, please (and if you're going to anyway, hate yourself as well for not being able to distinguish a nazi from an internet guy having fun).

Uptight

A paradox – there’s no fighting against being uptight. How can you accuse someone of intolerancy? Isn’t that intolerant from you?

I mean – just as I am sitting here, I got harrased, because my soup „smells“.

What the fuck?

How is pushing someone around because they dance too little, or darken their windows too much meaningful and beneficial?

I admit, I get tired of this. And since I’m not a textbook example of goodly behaving person (I rarely do harm to others, though) I get pushed around a little too much.

Though if I think about it – why shouldn’t I be textbook example?

Well, the society I live in has quite the expectations.

And others, others just fuckin‘ hate smartasses. And they don’t care, if the smartass is really smart or just a pretender; whether the smartass is right or wrong. It’s someone who thinks that he’s better than them. And they, they don’t want to be worse. So, they tell themselves they aren’t.

"I don't wanna think I'm wrong, just for feeling pretty"
Lana Del Rey says.

You know the feeling when you know you are right, but a different opinion of others makes you uncertain.
Well, I got pretty much used to not being right (but hey, at least I admit it!). Never, though, one should shut their mouths just because they "might be wrong".

Things end. Other things start.

Right now, the cycles change.
A time of nostalgy and expectation.
Anger, happiness, worry, anxiousness.

I hate that my dance classes ended. It was great. Though, golly! How I used to hate the theme song they played before we had to choose partners!

I am worried about everything I will have to do. Whole bunch of things falling down on me.
I am supposed to play the main role in a play me and my class are preparing. A huge thing for sure.
And preparing for that isn't the only thing. If I am to represent some country at the Model United Nations conference I should be preparing all day, all night.

I am angry about how some things are turning out. How the play is turning out, specifically. And it's time for divine intervention! Though since we can't count on that, my intervention will have to do. Hopefully not putting too much on my shoulders.

One thing saves it though. I can't express how excited I am about the new GARBAGE album. And the 15th of May is getting closer and closer. Slowly, but still!

Bits and pieces

"Tick tock" says the fucker on the wall and looks down at me disgracefully.
"Tick tock" it insists. It doesn't feel like stopping.
I try to open my eyes, but they instinctively close, to avoid being harmed by bright sunshine.
I wish I had some of these self-preserving instincts too; how could I have possibly thought going out another night would do me any good?
I clumsily pick myself up from the bed to seek shelter under a stream of hot water.
...
Time has not been kind to me.
And I fear I learned not to care.
I don't wanna lose my swing.

I ain't no Bolschevik, get that straight.

I am strictly not nationalistic person.
I take no pleasure in bragging about how great my country is.

I however feel that in the great field of economic world it's every country for itself.
And so, it should be in every country's interest to support its' own production and market.

Don't tell me that's what communists did; you can't simply compare closed off cooperative environment to competitive free market. They couldn't support its' own producers, when they were THE ONLY producer.

Learn to love the pain you feel

What's wrong me? Or not just me, everyone.
What's with these sadistic intentions.
And I don't mean hurting yourself physically,
but letting others hurt you pointlessly.

But hey, what other way is there?
To close off from everyone, just ignore everything around you? No, surely not!

A cheesy but beautiful story; In US, at a public high school, after series of suicides an anonymous person decided to hand-make hundreds of letters shaped like heart and glue them to everyone's locker. Best of all, the person stayed anonymous, earning no recognition.

I think it demonstrates how people should be in crisis.
My grandma said "Back in communism, nobody had anything. Things weren't so bright and shiny like they are now. But people were nicer to each other. We used to go picnicking with neighbours across the street. And now, only thing you know about your neighbours across the street is that the smoke from their garden shed smokes right in your windows and you hate them for it. And they don't care; they don't know you.


I will always like being deep in shit better than perfection.
Because perfection is bullshit.
Nothing can be perfect.
And so, if you have perfect life, it's bleak and empty. If there's nothing that could go wrong, it won't.


And that's why you should learn to love the pain you feel.
Because with great pain, great pleasure comes.
And the other way around.

I know what makes it all worthwhile.

Belgian music scene hides many great bands from the rest of the world.