drowning in fresh air

Surrounded by memories... Things that I could never be, have, or even imagine... No, I can imagine anything. I can be as crazy as him, in my dreams. As free as one can ever be... Sometimes I wish my life was different. I chose safety, I chose a calm happiness, without complications. But my darkest side looks for a way out, constantly. In moments like this, I find myself thinking about the past, all the alternative ways I could have walked, all the possible moves, now under the sand and dust of a million choices, like a million years. Do I regret anything? Hardly. I don't regret having this beautiful guy who resembles my father a little too much by my side and I don't regret being this much of a scientist with zero tolerance towards superstition. But I do miss the crazy stuff, or being free to do whatever shit that crosses my mind without ever having to think about the consequences. I have too much to lose now... (to be continued)

What happens if you see an...

I saw him the other day... It was so strange, my heart started to race, I blushed like a giggling teenager, and I knew that if we talked just for a second more, my brain and mouth would loose all coordination and I'd start speaking some stupid nonsense.
That's the effect of ex-boyfriends who are also ex-best friends... It's not that I still find him attractive or anything. Nothing as such. I just love him, with a kind of love that doesn't distinguish between sexes, it's the kind that you would feel for your sibling, or maybe even your own child. Not that I played mother, ever. I'd hate that. We were both children, with childish expectations from life and each other. Maybe I more so than him. I thought I was madly in love then, now I think I only needed to fall in love, and he was the most available person because of being my best friend, you know. More than that, it was impossible, doomed from the beginning, and I'm pretty sure that made it more desirable. He had almost written STAY AWAY on him, he was so not for me for a relationship (and I was not for him, either, so no one's fault in particular).
Well, at that time I also didn't know that I was totally incapable of blindly loving someone like in stories or movies (not that I would want to right now, but as I said, we were children). I am too much of a scientist for that. Too logical, except when I am not of course.
Never mind, all that is too long a story and doesn't matter anyway. What matters now is that I saw him. I ran to him, called his name, then even kept a meaningful conversation for a whole five minutes! After so many years! More than that, I even gave him my phone number and asked him to meet me sometime!
Now I look at my phone every other hour, wondering if he'll call. Or if I gave the right number, of if he used that napkin forgetting my number was on it, or if... I don't know what I can say to him after all those years. I think the same as always:
That there will be always someone, maybe far far away, but as close as a phone call, who thinks about him occasionally, who cares a whole lot about him, who still loves him very much without any apparent reason and will continue to do so no matter what, and who wishes with all her heart that he is happy and well. All the rest, doesn't matter anyway.

But... yeah... I do sometimes wonder if... if he ever, even it is in his loneliest moments, ever, even just for the fraction of a second, ever, thinks about me...

Comments on internet

Taken from the comments section of the "Crazy Screechy Monkeys..." thread of Whatever, written by Andrew L:

"... a quote from J. Michael Straczynski, the creator of Babylon 5, who made a truly impressive (and successful) effort to keep an online conversation going with his fans for all the years the show was on the air. From August 8, 1996:

The good thing about the nets is that it's the great social equalizer. The bad thing about the nets is that it's the great social equalizer. Anyone with a modem has equal access, equal say. Which is terrific. We can be tall, short, fat, skinny, old, young...what matters is the quality of the thoughts and the clarity of their expression.

The flip side of this...if someone came toward you with a bright orange fright wig, dead cats strapped to his chest and a live parrot up his ass, you'd have sufficient warning that this may be a Loony, and thus avoid the person. On the nets, you don't get that kind of advance warning. There are some loonies here. They get the same access as everyone else, they can get on because they bought a modem, but they live for the singular purpose of making your life a living hell, because you have created something, they have created nothing, and they can only live with that contradiction if they tear you down. Some of them are literally psychologically disturbed, and potentially dangerous. And you won't have any notion who they are until one day, after exchanging private or public mail, the dog satellite goes by overhead and they turn on you viciously, start spreading rumors, attacking you in public...and you realize that yep, this person has a parrot up his ass."

Requiem for an old friend

I don't know what happened to you. You had your dreams, you had your wits, and you had your anger. Now you're just bitter, with a twisted or no sense of humor. You keep repeating the same old lines ever and ever, but even you don't believe them yourself. 'This and that needs to be done', and 'there's no time', 'this is the only way', etc...
You know what I think of you? You are a fucking whiner, trying to find excuses for every damn mistake, trying to convince people like it's nothing but fate, but it's you actually. How did you become so clueless, so afraid of criticism, so self-righteous; such an asshole? How did you lose all your dreams, and when did you start pretending as if they were never there? Where is that guy with whom I use to talk about choices? About the potential we all have, about breaking one's chains, about knowing oneself...
I can see you are alone, I can see you are bored out of your skull but yo do nothing against. There is nothing you are proud of any more, nothing you can talk about and be listened, so you cheat. You make degrading jokes, some people laugh. Others don't and even if they do, they are laughing at you and how pathetic you are.
Do you realize how fewer and fewer people hang around you? How some started to avoid you like the pest, without any apparent reason, not to you at least? How I don't invite you anywhere anymore?
You brag about your achievements, but you know that we all are better than you now. And you had such talent! You always thought success didn't came just because you didn't work hard enough, but then you started to do nothing but work and everything went downwards. With every little disappointment you became more bitter, more frustrated, childish in a terrible sense. Instead of growing up, you got more immature, but without the fun of it...
Well, I still have hopes though. Maybe you open your eyes someday. If not, you'll become tired of all this, all of a sudden, and throw everything away, in the most stupid way possible. Then you'll look in the mirror and see an ugly man with nothing in his hands and very much alone. No, I still have hopes. You are still clever, still young. Before it's too late, please wake up...

THE Web Comic

I already listed a couple of webcomics I like here, but I forgot to mention the one I laugh the most!! How can you NOT laugh at this:















It is is also the one that gives me that warm feeling, you know, occasionally:













And NOW it also gives some explanation about the weird billboards that started appearing around in US :

THE ALGORITHM CONSTANTLY FINDS JESUS
THE ALGORITHM KILLED JEEVES
THE ALGORITHM IS BANNED IN CHINA

Well, no, actually there's no explanation at all, just this:

THE ALGORITHM IS FROM JERSEY

Anyway, it's xkdc people! Go there (click on the three links above) and enjoy! You can thank me later:)

The Dosadi Experiment

The military mentality is a bandit and raider mentality. Thus, all military represents a form of organized banditry where the conventional mores do not prevail. The military is a way of rationalizing murder, rape, looting, and other forms of theft which are always accepted as part of warfare. When denied an outside target, the military mentality always turns against its own civilian population, using identical rationalizations for bandit behavior.

-BuSab Manual, Chapter Five:

"The Warlord Syndrome"

a softer world

sad but beautiful... just go there (click on the images), look through the archive and feel sorry for yourself, O.K.?

priceless advice

- Well, I must go. I hope we shall meet again. I will give you some free advice though.

- Will it cost me anything?

- What? I just said it was free!

- Yes, but my father said that free advice often turns out expensive.

- You could say this advice is priceless. Are you listening?

- Yes.

- Good. Now... if you trust in yourself...

- Yes?

- ... and believe in your dreams...

- Yes?

- ... and follow your star...

- Yes?

- ... you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy. Good-bye!

(from The Wee Free Man by Terry Pratchett)

beeing an obedient fan

Well, I just want to help Neil on his quest to surprise Penn Jillette, if you're no Neil Gaiman fan (something you should rather be, for your own good, by the way) just ignore this post and the link, too, will you?

Penn Jillette

poisoning pigeons in the park

If you want to watch&listen to something funny, it's your lucky day:)
Here you go, quick, quick, before they all die!

Poisoning Pigeons