Wednesday, September 8, 2010

How Long Can I Store A Hair Relaxer

The deleterious phenomenon of premature ejaculation minutes

Ecco come dovrebbe essere una tipica telefonata!
I am opposed to the technology easy to use and affordable for everyone.
I want that there is a natural selection on users of technology. If a person does not know how to use a certain technology, there will be a reason. It 'obvious which has a limit. Point. Not end of the world. All have their limitations and accept them.
If I do not know how to play tennis, I do not have to break the fucking world, asking for shoe bigger, smaller fields, slower balls. I have to train seriously, or change careers.
It 's a natural process. Mica I invented it now. Nature has invented, and Darwin has condensed into a theory.
Giving all technology is wrong. In the pile there is always a considerable number of minus abens they do damage.
One of the most flagrant cases of what I support is the phenomenon of 'premature ejaculation minutes or phenomenon by which people are lens to understand and think they have available technologies to communicate fast.
In the past the problem was of course mitigated by the limits of technology. Not any more. In the Middle Ages
communications took place through ambassadors, messengers on horseback, letters written with care. There was a time to reflect. To weigh. To reread. To understand what it was intended to express and control it was not clear.
Today we are surrounded by people who struggle to understand the ending of a show, but want to communicate by cell phone while driving in traffic.
People who are struggling to understand a joke, they hold dangerous tools such as email, with the command and put forwards a copy. SMS Or maybe with lists distribution. Or the Instant Messengers in multiple windows. Twitter. Facebook.
Shit, I think certain technologies should be difficult to use. Heavy. Grosse. From spring loaded, or with a steam boiler to be loaded by hand using a shovel. With the commands of travertine.
But no: any moron with access to fast communication.
The mail has come anywhere. We
in virtual space. We
online.

And to prove that it is online, it is vital to respond promptly.
Send your comment. Update your status. Responding to the email. SMS. Ah, yes, if you do not answer immediately, you're nobody.
Click REPLY Click
... Hop hop. Now. VoilĂ  ... Click
SEND Click
... Hop hop. Now. VoilĂ  ...
I replied.
'm finally online with my new shit.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Akc Pet Healthcare Plan A Good Idea?

Manifesto cattivogustaio

La prova del cuoco: che trasmissione del cazzo!
tagliatelle di nonna Pina make me shit.
I want a better world, a world where there is the caste of gourmets.
I like normal people.
People with a passion normally. For art. For sport. Math. Reading. The cinema. The pussy. Comics. Play balls.
The kitchen and the food, why not, but at normal levels.
Shit, where is normal people?!
Boh. Disappeared. Evaporated. All swept away. In their place have settled gourmets.
They came in secret, slipping on a very quiet flap: I have not noticed anything until the end.
They are everywhere. There are huge. Too many.
Those who cook perfectly, and sought only the finest ingredients. Everything else disgusts them.
Those who flaunt mastery of terms to describe a wine, and we keep strictly to use adjectives that have nothing to do with a fucking wine.
Those who eat only organic things: if they pass the cleaning department of the supermarket taste and praise even the Bio-Soon. Those who do
50 kilometers to go and buy radishes zero kilometers, which are the most genuine and do not pollute.
Those who are horrified when a combination of flavors is not perfect, using the same shocked expression of a bigot who sees a priest off a votive candle with a piss in church.
Those who only enjoy at the table.
Food is nourishment. The board is a friendly moment. These things are important, but they are at the heart of the Universe.
The Universe is able to survive even the worst combinations of food and wine.
I do not understand the fury exclusively on typical culinary connoisseurs . Follow only cooking shows, cookbooks just read, discuss just cooking and cooking only with other fans.
Dine out (the only social event designed by gourmet ), and then spend the evening eating, arguing and preaches only about the food, ingredients, service, restaurant.
Ah, the original approach in this dish!
Ah, this wine's rich bouquet!
Ah, taste this, is exceptional.
Ah, melts in your mouth!

For the record also cakes of earth that my sister was 4 years melted in the mouth. You want to try one? If you do not find the land, giving him something to make you my bitch to experience. Dear
Gourmet , but from where you jumped out? When, how and why you have taken the place of normal people?
In your head in the pot, the broth of your thoughts, there is nothing more than these four crap about what we are eating?
Do you think such behavior is normal?
The fact that it is widespread and goes out of fashion does not mean it's normal.
do not know why this thing is so popular. But it is an aberration. It is not normal.
will be possible only when a normal thing all shall conform to it.
But I resist. Perhaps alone, but resist. In a bad plate of pasta topped with a glass of foam of the discount, I'll wait. I prepare the clash eating and drinking what happens.
If it is true that we live to eat, I do not care to live.