Lets consider all the objects and concepts in the world, in our reality, in our MIND. Notice Im going to call it mind instead of soul. Lets say these things have only ONE property: they are, or they aren't useful. Nothing more than that. I'd say that every real object in our reality is useful. I say object not only as a table or a dog, but concepts and abstract stuff. You know what I mean. Well.

To know if an object IS useles or NOT we must have some information about it, we must have at least one fact. I think this is very easy to accept, if we have no information about an object, we dont know how to handle it, we can't be sure about its existence. Its not useful.
Im talking about sensitive information, this is, given by our senses or innate intuitions. An innate intuition for example is a triangle, even an illiterate person knows in his mind that its an object with three sides, even if he never sees one in his life.

Ok, lets see some examples.
A pen: Known facts: We use it to draw, its a material object.
Useful? Yes
A circumference: Its not a material object. A blind person could imagine it in his mind. Its an innate intuition, so It does exists.
Useful? Yes
An unicorn: It DOES NOT exist.
Useful? Yes. We know a fact about unicorns so therefor is a real CONCEPT.
God: We dont know any facts about God.
Useful? According to this theory, It is not. And according to this, It does not exist.

Well, this is a little theory I have. Of course its not as simple as this, but its a try ;)
Its a matter of accepting that we must have at least one fact about something, in order to consider it real. We can't say god exists but we can't say It doesnt exist.

You could talk about faith. But faith is a blind feeling. Its about hope. I dont have faith in God. I believe in life itself.

It would be interesting If you would discuss this topic with me. I dont want to be polemic. I just want to share my feelings and see what others think, in a respectful way.

Some weird facts and paradoxes:

The Infinite Circle

Nicholas of Cusa (1401-1464) made the following interesting point regarding the shape of an infinite circle. The curvature of a circle's circumference decreases as the size of the circle increases. For example, the curvature of the earth's surface is so negligible that it appears flat. The limit of decrease in curvature is a straight line. An infinite circle is therefore... a straight line!

Liar Paradoxes

Eubulides, the Megarian sixth century B.C. Greek philosopher, and successor to Euclid, invented the paradox of the liar. In this paradox, Epimenides, the Cretan, says, "All Cretans are liars." If he is telling the truth he is lying; and if he is lying, he is telling the truth.

"This Sentence Is False" Is that sentence true or false? If it is false then it is true, and if it is true then it is false...

I was walking down the street, when I noticed there were nobody around me. There were no people, I was completely alone in the street. A street I knew but It was different, something had changed in the buildings, trees and walls. The floor was covered with newspapers, rubbish and cans but I saw a thin line of green grass, that was completely clean. No papers, no cans and no dirty in that grass. Only the fresh and green grass.
Then I saw the wall. The grass was placed right beside it.
Its was a large and I didnt see the end. It wasnt made of concrete. Stone maybe. Ancient stone, I thought with no reason.
I touched it and its was so cold it hurt me. And suddenly I knew. Its was a one-side wall. And impossible object made by a dream, by insanity and desperation. A hopeless object. Made by me.

I smiled. The one-side wall had been waiting for me all these years, and I didnt see it until that day. I pulled up a bunch of fresh grass.
The one-side wall that I made, was there, cold and patient waiting for me to discover the end. The end of all my limits and struggles.
I looked at the sky and closed my eyes, thinking how easy it could be, to jump that wall and discover the same side of the same coin.

But different. And the difference is within me, lying deep inside, waiting to be awaken once more.

*based on a beautiful story by Robert A. W. Lowndes*

_Hello, Jim
_Hiya Luke
_What a fantastic morning, dont you think?
_Well, Luke, Its a sunny day but...
_Yeah, I know what you mean, there is no sun at all.
_Yes my friend, no sun at all, but Its still a sunny day.
_Are you shivering, Jim?
_Yes Luke, despite of this hot morning.
_Maybe you are ill.
_No Luke, Im not ill.
_Then... You are just feeling blue.

Sometimes we are afraid of the sun.

These are two of my favourite drawings. I made them like five or six years ago, but I still like them.
Two of my three favourite musicians (the other is Frank Zappa but no drawing of him yet)

Jimi Hendrix (I had to resize this one, thats the reason of the shitty resolution)

Freddie Mercury (again the same size problem, but well, I think you can recognise him xD)

Hope you like them!

If you cant see the images, just F5 and refresh.

I took this test from Ambiguous Wanderer Blog http://ambiguous-wanderer .blogspot.com" title="http://ambiguous-wanderer .blogspot.com" target="_blank"http://ambiguous-wanderer .blo...

1) Why do you keep your weblog/blog/online writing thingie: for fun, for fame, for money, for popularity, or for another more obscure reason? What about the weblog gives you what you want?
Well, first of all, Im improving my english and this is a nice way to learn to explain myself. Second, Its ok to make some friends around the world who want to read what you write everyday. My blog is not a serious one, im not writing my thoughts about life nor my life itself. Its just some stories, sometimes funny, sometimes not stupid enough to be funny.
And YES, I want people to read what I write. Its stupid to say no. And I want people to participate, not only visit.


2) Imagine that your weblog becomes wildly popular: your hit counter skyrockets, your comments are overflowing, and everyone is emailing you about everything you post. Name 3 positive things that could come of this, and 3 negative things.
1)You make friends who are interested about you, no matter who you are, how you look. You can call this popularity or whatever. But Its ok.
2) Its a nice hobby. Its gratifying to read what you wrote a long time ago.
3) Read oppinions of other persons about what you wote. Participate and discuss something.
Negative
1) The only thing I find negative, Its that you would have to dedicate a lot of time to your blog, to keep it updated and interesting to all those people that use to read what you write.
2)What if your server crash and you lose all your posts? xD

3) What's the worst possible result you can imagine (short of being electrocuted or having your computer take over your brain, and who says it hasn't already?) from keeping a weblog?
Spend more time with computers than with humans, lol.

4) What do you do to prevent that worst possible result from happening?
I dont need to prevent it so far. But, dunno, maybe post-its in my screen to remain me I have a life xD

5) List 5 reasons that would make you stop keeping your weblog for a period of 6 months to a year.
A good job, friends/family/boyfriend petition just in case I spend too much time doing this, I find other hobby, I got bored or my blog is unsuccessful or nothing happens in my life/mind interesting enough to be told.

6) List 5 reasons that would make you stop forever.
If I stop doing something for six months, probably Its forever, Im that kind of person. But ok, you never know so my answer is...I die. If I die I can keep a blog no more. Oh! If my blog dissapear. Then fuck blogging.

7) Describe your definition of a "successful weblog."
For me? hmm...If in six months I read my own writtings and I still like 'em Its so very successful. And if I made at least one friend who read my blog in a regular basis...that is successful too.

8) Is yours successful by your definition?
I hope so. Its not a blog to die for but its ok. Im having fun so I could say YES.

9) What pisses you off most in other weblogs? What pleases you most?
Stupid comments piss me off. There are some kind of stuff that bores me and annoys me but dont pisses me off. Maybe boring persons that pretend to be exciting. Maybe people dying to get some "nice blog" comments.
Sense of humor is what pleases me most.

10) Make a list of 10 weblogs/journal style websites that you wish your weblog/website/writing site was like.
Nice question, because I just want to be me. I want to get my own style and to be an answer for this question xD

Finally I think we all blog because we are selfish and egocentric. But its human nature, thats not necessarily a bad thing if you write amusing stuff ;)
What do you think?

What if Tblog crashes and go down and I lost all my silly posts? I mean, my blogs arent the best literature in the world but I think some of them worth a reading, just for fun. And this is my first weblog, so I wouldnt like to lose all the comments.
That's me, always preventing disasters! :D So, I think one day Im gonna copy&paste 'em to a safer place. Like my computer. Wait, no!! If any of you have another suggestion, just tell me. Im very pessimistic and Tblog is not exactly the safest web in the world. Its neglected, in my humble opinion. Rocky, where are you???

By the way, If you have nothing to do with your vote this week, I guess It would be ok if you use it with my blog :D

Random english word: Oblivion
Random thing: Coffee (not very random, Im an addict)
Random spanish word for you my friends who are interested in learning other languages: mierda (translation= shit)
    & nbsp;   If you want to know how to say profane words in spanish, just ask me.
Mood: Bored.

Random sentence with those random words:Oblivion wouldnt stop me from drinking coffee even if it tastes like mierda. Try this game if you are bored.

Lol.

Remember, watch out where the huskies go, and dont you eat that yellow snow!

Toogle is a Text version of Googles Image Search. Currently it creates images out of the very term that was used to fetch those images.

Woogle is a search toy based on the ever popular Google Image Search. It creates image messages out of the words in the phrase you entered. The URLs are obfuscated so that you can pass them to your friends without them being able to read the message till they view the page.

http://c6.org/toogle/" title="http://c6.org/toogle/" target="_blank"http://c6.org/toogle/ <----Toogle
http://www.gujian.net/woogle/" title="http://www.gujian.net/woogle/" target="_blank"http://www.gujian.net/woogle/... <----Woogle

Today Im feeling soooo lazy. Here's a nice poem made by me in 2 minutes. You know, it's what some of you would call a random poem. I just call it "stupid thing made in a moment of random madness". Giggles.

Look up the to sky
and open your eyes
there is no more ice
in my glass of wine

Dont worry my dear
the gas station is near
you must fight your fear
and check out your gear

My poems are better in spanish, I swear. But this is my first one in english!! YAY! Lol, I need a coffee.

Favourite Rock Group:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Queen
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   The Mothers of Invention/Frank Zappa
Favourite Showman:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Freddie Mercury
Favourite Guitarrist:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Fra nk Zappa
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Jimi Hendrix
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Eddie Hazel
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Tony Mcphee
Favourite Albums: (impossible to say, but today Id choose:)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Nig ht at the Opera/Day at the Races Combo (Queen)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Hot Rats (Zappa)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Maggot Brain (Funkadelic)
Favourite Songs: (impossible to say, but today Id choose:)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Somebody To Love (Queen)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   City Of Tiny Lights (Zappa)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Son of Mr Green Genes (Zappa)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Amn erika (Zappa)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Maggot Brain (Funkadelic)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Born to Be Wild (Steppenwolf)
Favourite Guitar/Bass:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Gib son Les Paul/Fender Jazz Bass
Favourite Drummer:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Ter ry Bozzio
Favourite Bassist:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Jac k Bruce
Favourite Female Singer
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Are tha Franklin
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Lauryn Hill
Most Underrated Group/Artist:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   The Groundhogs (Im not kidding, Tony Mcphee is a true artist)
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Fra nk Zappa
Most Overrated Group/Artist:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   The Rolling Stones
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   San tana
Favourite Musical Movie:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   The Rocky Horror Picture Show
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Fid dler on the Roof
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Gre ase
Favourite BluesMan:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Jimi Hendrix
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   John Mayall
Favourite Funk Artist:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Geroge Clinto/Funkadelic/Parliam ent
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Sly and The Family Stone
An Unknow and Frustrated Artist:
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   Me, lol. 

That's it. 
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   
    & nbsp;   &n bsp;   

Based on "Help Im a rock" by Frank Zappa, from the album "Freak Out!", 1966.

Once upon a time...well, ok, imagine a rock. A rock is an inanimate object, cold, ugly and boring. There are persons who spend their lives studying and analyzing rocks, but there are always people who do stuff that is not normal.
Our rock (let's call it Rocky *giggles*) was completely bored, nothing to do in his cold and insipid life so he decided to revolve! No, wait, wait a minute...EVOLVE!!! That's it.
Vel-lay kay-lay ka-la-tor
Vel-lay kay-la sa-la-tay
Vor-a kor-ay tor-a-tor*
*Translation: What could I be? I could be anything I want to be so I'll be...a COP!
That's what Rocky said. And the rock became a cop.
Rocky stood there, quiet with nothing to do, no thoughts, no life, no fun. No ass to kick! Its such a drag being a cop.
A-ki-o-ka a-yi-a-ee
A-ki-o-ka o-ki-o-wee
A-ki-o-ka o-ki-o-wee*
*Translation: Being a cop its not ok for me, I'd rather be the mayor. The MAYOR!
That's what Rocky said. And the cop became a mayor.
But, you know what? Its a drag being a mayor. Rocky was still bored and depressed. Its a drag when you are rejected by society and stuff like that.
Im a rock, and that's what Im going to be 'till the end of my...huh, whatever. On the other hand, evolution is always a nice thing to do when you are bored. But hey, forget evolution, I'd rather prefer REVOLUTION!.
I'd rather be a groundhog.
And that's what Rocky, the Rock, said.

Thanks for your songs, Frank, wherever you are!

Looking to myself in the mirror.
_You aren't doing what you have to do._ I say
_No, but Im having fun._ I say
_No, you are just spending your time to avoid thinking in what you have to do._
_But Im having fun._
_Are you sure about that? Maybe you are having a good time wasting your days in amusing stuff but you are missing the other side of life._
_I always look at the bright side of life..._
_You are deep inside the darkest side of life, my friend._
_Im learning what the others are missing in their average lives. I have the chances, but Im not taking 'em yet.
_Maybe Its not too late for you._
_Its not, but It will. But Im not worried about that. I chose the darkest side._

I close my eyes and I'm alone again, with my thoughts. Im not inside the mirror anymore. I smile.

Fractals aren't only beautiful images to put on our desktop as wallpapers. They are pure maths and geometry and they are present in nature.

A fractal is a geometric object which is rough or irregular on all scales of length, and so which appears to be 'broken up' in a radical way. Some of the best examples can be divided into parts, each of which is similar to the original object. Fractals are said to possess infinite detail, and they may actually have a self-similar structure that occurs at different levels of magnification. In many cases, a fractal can be generated by a repeating pattern, in a typically recursive or iterative process. The term fractal was coined in 1975 by Benoît Mandelbrot, from the Latin fractus or "broken". Before Mandelbrot coined his term, the common name for such structures (the Koch snowflake, for example) was monster curve.
(Wikipedia)

A fractal example in nature; there's a lot of them like ferns or snails. This is a cauliflower.

I love fractals and I love maths. Fractals have a lot to do with chaos theory but I can't explain the reasons because of my shitty english and my poor maths level xP. If you really like this theory and fractals I'd suggest you to read "Does God play dice?" by Ian Stewart. I've read it and its a great book.

Granada, Spain.
August 17, 2005.
My lunch time is near and Im waiting.
Im thinking about the near future, and hopelessly I see the physics book.
<sigh>
Suddenly a cabbage appears over my desk and stares at me. He's not smiling, looks upset or maybe just bored. But the cabbage doesnt look like he's going to hug me. In fact it's a nasty one.
_You are wasting your time.
What? You are a vegetable! You dont even know what time is about. But that stinky cabbage knows what he's talking about.
_You dont believe in me, but I dont care, Im here to help you out.
I looked at him suspiciously. Finally I was completely mad. I was sure that it was going to happen.
_Ok, I'll tell ya. Im the new saviour, the new messiah of the world and Im going to start with you. You are going to study your maths and your physics and all that stuff.
I laughed at him.
_And you are going to write the Cabbage Bible.
_Huh??? I dont believe in you!
_You dont but you WILL!!!
_Whatever, anyway you are alive, just write it yourself!.
The cabbage looked at me with his stupid body. Oh yes, no arms in there.
_I'll have to sacrifice myself to save you, to make you do what you have to do: study!.
Suddenly, the cabbage, wich looked very sad and resigned, disappeared from my room, leaving a stinky aroma in the air.
Sigh. Im mad, I said giggling stupidly.
"Lunch time!", screamed my mother. At last, I thought.
I was thinking about the cabbage issue when my mother brought me my lunch. I took the spoon and stared at the plate.
The spoon fell out of my fingers and my eyes were just about to pop out.
It was a CABBAGE SOUP!
...
_Where is my physics book?!!!!

The cabbage shall inherit the world.

The street man build his creatures and then lets them free, lets them look around and discover what living is about and how ingrate humans are. He builds his creatures to destroy them later. To let the other people destroy them.
But before that, we will adore them and we will discover the art that doesnt need to ask for anything. Just listen to the imaginary melody...

BeepBeep

Trascendental mood today ^.^'

This is not a fake. Its an amazing street painting (taken by a great potographer, we must say. That is important)
The artist is Kurt Wenner and I suggest you to visit his web, http://www.kurtwenner.com/street/" title="http://www.kurtwenner.com/street/" target="_blank"http://www.kurtwenner.com/str... and take a look at the wonders he's drawn. Superb.

The central pieces of each structure are the same color. This is an amazing optical illusion. If you want to check it, just copy and paste and use your Paint program. Exactly the same color.

Our perception is strongly determined by surrounding colours. Theres a lot of examples like this one, a classic:(BeepBeep version, drawn by me xD)

The spirals inside are made with the same grey, just try it yourself.

And this great drawing from one of my favourites artists, M.C. Escher, a real genius. I strongly suggest you to find more drawings by this exceptional man.

Today Im upset. Something's fucked my beach day. Me and my boyfriend, the sea and the sand (and millions of rocks, by the way). But we werent alone. No, Im not talking about tourists and families with five children. Im talking about: THE (fucking) JELLYFISHES!

Yes, millions of them, swimming slowly and stupidly all across the shoreline, moving his gelatinous bodies in some kind of moron dancing and dying like assholes in the sand, pulled out by the sea waves.

 
What the hell! It looks like a gelatinous ufo! Or worse, It looks like some kind of surgery mess. Or even worse, look like...<stop Beep!>
Well, I dont know what to say, beautiful or disgusting? Both, maybe.
But this little aquatic bag of gelatine and tentacles bites. And it hurts. My boyfriend can tell ya.

I found a little jellyfish trying to live, trapped in the sand, getting dry and shouting desperately, asking me to save her!
"Save me, save me, save me!! I can't face this life alone!", she said, with her tiny voice. I looked at her transparent body, and I found a big rock.
"Fuck off!, Im going to help you" I said.
I pushed her stupid body to the sea while the jellyfish screamed in pain: "Dammit you stupid moron, you are not going to swim anymore today! MWHAHAHAHA" But I didnt listen to her.
Find your way home, little friend, and stay there, little bastard.

<From a web I dont remember, this is story is supossed to be true...>

Einstein's Chauffer

This is a true life anecdote about Albert Einstein, and his theory of relativity.

After having propounded his famous theorY, Albert Einstein would tour the various Universities in the United States, delivering lectures wherever he went. He was always accompanied by his faithful chauffer, Harry, who would attend each of these lectures while seated in the back row! One fine day, after Einstein had finished a lecture and was coming out of the auditorium into his vehicle, Harry addresses him and says, "Professor Einstein, I've heard your lecture on Relativity so many times, that if I were ever given the opportunity, I would be able to deliver it to perfection myself!"

"Very well," replied Einstein, "I'm going to Dartmouth next week. They don't know me there. You can deliver the lecture as Einstein, and I'll take your place as Harry!"

And so it went to be... Harry delivered the lecture to perfection, without a word out of place, while Einstein sat in the back row playing "chauffer", and enjoying a snooze for a change.

Just as Harry was descending from the podium, however, one of the research assistants intercepted him, and began to ask him a question on the theory of relativity.... one that involved a lot of complex calculations and equations. Harry replied to the assistant "The answer to this question is very simple! In fact, it's so simple, that I'm going to let my chauffer answer it!"

Today's Sily Suggestion:
If you dont know what to do with your aspirins, check this site, http://www.guimp.com/" title="http://www.guimp.com/" target="_blank"http://www.guimp.com/ and play for a while. In a few minutes your eyes and head will be about to explode. The smallest web. Nice.

I bet what you are thinking..."what's the next stupidity BeepBeep is going to show me?". Well, today here's a nice top ten: Internet, Things I really hate.

1) Pop Ups- They really make me feel ill.
2) 404 File Not Found- Im going to print that in a T-shirt. What a nice idea, dont you think?
3) Registration Forms- Im tired of wasting my life with that. And with validation codes.
4) Personal webs/blogs that nobody cares for- Today I went to school and Jimmy like looked at me. Should I call Mary? My life is a hell!
5) Virus and trojans free with your silly lyrics site. Have you noticed that? Urgh.
6) Lamers who think they are hackers- H1, Im ZeroCool and I know how to hack Msn Messenger.
7) Stupid emoticons that look like yellow morons- Yes, I hate 'em, Im not from this world.
8) Emule/Bittorrent addicts- Whatever they say, they dont know a shit about how to use internet.
9) wRiiiTiiiNg lIkE tHiiiiz b3c4us3 1m 1337- Im s00 c00l I cant stand it no m0re.
10) FW:FW:FW: Emails- Send this shitty poem with no meaning at all to at least 657523246 mates or you'll die tomorrow.

Only ten, but this seven years of using Inet, I've found like a million <sigh>

I have no parents; I make the Heavens and the Earth my parents.
I have no home; I make the Tan T'ien my home.
I have no divine power; I make honesty my Divine Power.
I have no means; I make Docility my means.
I have no magic power; I make personality my Magic Power.
I have neither life nor death; I make A Um my Life and Death.

I have no body; I make Stoicism my Body.
I have no eyes; I make The Flash of Lightning my eyes.
I have no ears; I make Sensibility my Ears.
I have no limbs; I make Promptitude my Limbs.
I have no laws; I make Self-Protection my Laws.

I have no strategy; I make the Right to Kill and the Right to Restore Life my Strategy.
I have no designs; I make Seizing the Opportunity by the Forelock my Designs.
I have no miracles; I make Righteous Laws my Miracle.
I have no principles; I make Adaptability to all circumstances my Principle.
I have no tactics; I make Emptiness and Fullness my Tactics.

I have no talent; I make Ready Wit my Talent.
I have no friends; I make my Mind my Friend.
I have no enemy; I make Incautiousness my Enemy.
I have no armour; I make Benevolence my Armour.
I have no castle; I make Immovable Mind my Castle.
I have no sword; I make No Mind my Sword.

According to my conceptual continuity I proudly present you...

The "What type of Groundhog Are You?!!!" Test! :'D
Brought to you by: BeepBeep stupidity Tests Inc(c)

Yes, Its true, you are about to begin the Groundhog personality test, one of the most famous mental derragement tests of the world. Go ahead with it and find out what you really are. A groundhog or an asshole?

1. You are having your diary portion of rotten fruits, sitting over yer own dirt and feeling lazy. You feel the need of a work, to be a serious groundhog, to DO SOMETHING: what do you do?

a)Find a job as an importan bussines man/woman in a Tokio office
b)Sleep six months
c)What the f...?

2. You came back home after a hard day of shitting and eatting your own shit and discover your hairy wife has been mother of 123987 little groundhogs? What do you do?

a)Start to think your wife has a lover. Maybe a duck.
b)You eat a half of 'em.
c)Groundhogs are all gay!!

3. What do you prefer?

a)Lotsa money, blondies and a Chevrolet
b)A stinky piece of wood to scratch my ass
c)End this shitty test

4.Its raining and you..

a)Buy a newspaper and cover your cool head with it. You payed 300 bucks for your hairstyle
b)Sit on the mud and cover your whole body with it. Those fucking fleas are gonna know the class of groundhog I am.
c)It never rains in Seville!

5.Your last wish before you die:

a)Peace on earth, tell my wife I love her
b)....huh? Apples, yum
c)I can't stand this test no more

6.If you weren't a groundhog what would you like to be?

a)A man
b)Brad Pitt
c)Im not a stupid groundhog

Results:

More A's: You are a boring human and you deserve a boring life, you dont have any sense of humor and you are going to live a mediocre average life with no emotion at all and lots of paranoia and stress. Congratulations! You are in that happy 80% of human beings.

More B's: You need a psychiatrist, but hey, you are a real grounhog and this blog is entirely made for you! You are going to have lots of fun in your life because you dont have any sense of reality at all! :D

More C's: You are an asshole.

What are you? ^^

Second part soon!!!! :D

I dont understand why someone who deletes comments on his blogs can be against censorship. They have not that right. When you cut a comment you are censoring your blog, and you dont want that, do you?. Not talking about really offensive things and stuff like that. Anyway, I dont mind, insults can do nothing to annoy me, and the biggest thing they get writing offensive stuff is make the rest of the world think they are suckers.
The real problem comes when you delete a comment from a person that wrote something you didnt like, but isnt a sucker; that person is not like you.

You are trying to keep your blog clean, and you swept all that shit to make your blog looks polite and correct. That's censorship and thats not good. Dont worry, a sucker is always a sucker, you dont need (and you can't) get rid of 'em. Just let the world read 'em and laugh at them. And If someone tells ya something that is not the same thing you have on your mind, remember, that is called a debate.

I prefer reading a stupid or a against-my-thoughts  comment than removing a part of a whole. That's what a person write, I dont have the need of deleting or editing anything, even if I dont like it or I hate it. Just answer the best way you can and attack with the word, not with the censorship.

As Frank Zappa said: The mind is a parachute, doesnt work if is not open.

ARGH!

Notice this, my lil fella: How the f*ck are we going to comment a post with no meaning at all? a post absoluty empty, with no point, no arguments and NO INTEREST? What do you want? a tiny and average "nice blog!"? Ok, here you are:

NICE BLOG Y'ALL!

A well know fact: indifference is worse than hatred. Make people feel something.

Of course, you dont have to bother in replying this shit, its for my personal delight. Otherwise if you NEED to reply, if your life is in it, answer, but c'mon, use your brain this time, that won't hurts you ;)

VIVA ZAPPA! 

(If any one of you get offended by this statements you should not read my blog anymore!! Im mad and Im dangerous!!!)

One upon a time a little and oily Omelette was walking down the street, staring at the sky and enjoying himself in her yellow and white suit. Omey was a happy meal (ha!). But something was missing.

He was rubbing her oily hands and thinking about her metaphysic existence and wondering "what is this all about?"

_ I mean, I am a mixture of eggs, potatoes and other elements full of fatty substances. My only goal is to be consumed for some human being that Im not able to understand. Ya know, I dont even have a fucking brain. At most I have one or two eggs...But no penis!

Omey needed a coffee so he walked til he found the famous "Le Cafe Du France" where you can find the stinkier and dirty coffee all around the world. He asked the waiter and decided to enjoy the lumpiest capuccino in the universe.

With his hand on his chin and smoking a cigarette, Omey felt empty and meaningless, absurd without a brain or a penis. No penis at all.
But...what the hell? Im an Omelette, there must be some kind of mission for me. Omelettes are famous and loved. French omelettes have become one of the most important meals in...France??

Casually there was a knife near our oily friend. He felt depressed and french...He took the knife and cut a little lovely triangle from himself. The Omelette triangle, he though; egg-potatoes-oil, prepare-eat-shit.
Thats what it was all about. A triangle, a trinity. He found peace of mind and felt over a plate that someone had put there for that special coincidence.

(This is the stupidest way of wasting my time while your mother is preparing an omelette I've found. So, bingo!, I've reached my goal)

Well, Its been a long time since my last post. I had computer problems, but hey, now, Im writing with my flamboyant and second hand PC!

I imagine nobody cares, buy anyway Im back. Prepare for some exciting, moronic and stupid summer stories full of silly pets and surrealistic issues, plus some typos and bad english! Inst it great? No, I guessed that.

Oh, and from time to time Ill post about music :D

See ya, my little groundhogs!

Remember: when the camel is staring at the north, the crow is starting to worry.

Hah! Thats hard, but I'll try. I'll tell ya my favorite songs.

1) Bohemian Rhapsody - Queen
2) Somebody To Love - Queen
3) Willie The Pimp- Frank Zappa
4) Little Wing - Jimi Hendrix
5) Chunga's Revenge - Frank Zappa
6) Maggot Brain - Funkadelic
7) House Of Rising Sun - Hendrix's Cover
8 ) Suzie Q - Creedence Clearwater Revival
9) Camarillo Brillo - Frank Zappa
10) School - Supertramp
11) Born To Be Wild - Steppenwolf
12) The Time Warp - The Rocky Horror Picture Show
13) If You Want Me To Stay - Sly And The Family Stone
14) Smoke on The Water - Deep Purple
15) Cherry Red - Groundhogs
16) All Your Love - John Mayall & Bluesbreakers with Eric Clapton
17) Presence Of The Lord - Eric Clapton
18) Hey Jude - Beatles
19) Wild Night- Van Morrison
20) That Thing - Lauryn Hill

The order may vary, but these are the songs i love to listen to. At least, songs from 1 to 4 will stay in that position forever and ever :)
My favourite artists are Queen, Frank Zappa and Jimi Hendrix so Its hard to choose only one or two songs from them. Well, enjoy the good music and burn all Britney and Cristina's albums down.