Allez voir ce vidéo !!! Vous pourrez comparer l'ampleur de vos connaissances scientifiques avec un échantillon, que j'espère non-représentatif, de Français. J'hésite entre décevant et carrément désespérant.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQRVFILbEi4&mode=related&search=

 

En définitive, après visionnement, l'individu est décevant et la foule est désespérante.

I want to lure the consumers away from their role of prey

I want teach them that to choose is to make the predators obey

Parfois, rarement, mon incessante procrastination me permet de tomber sur des perles de pages web. Dans un contexte normal, je n'aurais pas la chance de jouir de ces joyaux du net. Dans ma grande bonté, j'ai donc décidé par pure empathie de vous faire profiter de ces improbables jouissances. C'est habituellement lors de ces courts, mais intenses, orgasmes intellectuels que je prend pleinement conscience de la profonde pertinence du web pour le progrès de la civilisation humaine. Vous le ressentez vous aussi j'en suis certain, ce sentiment rasssurant de plénitude et d'harmonie cosmique, l'impression de ne faire qu'un avec le monde de votre écran...

P.S. Les italiques sont de moi.

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Date: 2007-02-15, 9:08AM PST

1. Don’t pick on the weak. It’s immoral. Don’t antagonize the strong without cause, its stupid.

2. Don’t hate women. It’s a waste of time

3. Invest in yourself. Material things come to those that have self actualized.

4. Get in a fistfight, even if you are going to lose.

5. As a former Marine, take it from me. Don’t join the military, unless you want to risk getting your balls blown off to secure other people’s economic or political interests.
6. If something has a direct benefit to an individual or a class of people, and a theoretical, abstract, or amorphous benefit to everybody else, realize that the proponent’s intentions are to benefit the former, not the latter, no matter what bullshit they try to feed you.

7. Don’t be a Republican. They are self-dealing crooks with no sense of honor or patriotism to their fellow citizens. If you must be a Republican, don’t be a “conservative.” They are whining, bitching, complaining, simple-minded self-righteous idiots who think they’re perpetual victims. Listen to talk radio for a while, you’ll see what I mean.

8. Don’t take proffered advice without a critical analysis. 90% of all advice is intended to benefit the proponent, not the recipient. Actually, the number is probably closer to 97%, but I don’t want to come off as cynical.

9. You’ll spend your entire life listening to people tell you how much you owe them. You don’t owe the vast majority of people shit.

10. Don’t undermine your fellow young men. Mentor the young men that come after you. Society recognizes that you have the potential to be the most power force in society. It scares them. Society does not find young men sympathetic. They are afraid of you, both individually and collectively. Law enforcement’s primary purpose is to suppress you.

11. As a young man, you’re on your own. Society divides and conquers. Unlike women who have advocates looking out for them (NOW, Women’s Study Departments, government, non-profit organizations, political advocacy groups) almost no one is looking out for you.

12. Young men provide the genius and muscle by which our society thrives. Look at the Silicone Valley. By in large, it was not old men or women that created the revolution we live. Realize that society steals your contributions, secures it with our intellectual property laws, and then takes credit and the rewards where none is due.

13. Know that few people have your best interests at heart. Your mother does. Your father probably does (if he stuck around). Your siblings are on your side. Everybody else worries about themselves.

14. Don’t be afraid to tell people to “Fuck off” when need be. It is an important skill to acquire. As they say, speak your piece, even if your voice shakes.

15. Acquire empathy, good interpersonal skills, and confidence. Learn to read body language and non-verbal communication. Don’t just concentrate on your vocational or technical skills, or you’ll find your wife fucking somebody else.

16. Keep fit.

17. Don’t speak ill of your wife/girlfriend. Back her up against the world, even if she’s wrong. She should know that you have her back. When

she needs your help, give it. She should know that you’ll take her part.

18. Don’t cheat on your wife/girlfriend. If you must cheat, don’t humiliate her. Don’t risk having your transgressions come back to her or her friends. Don’t do it where you live. Don’t do it with people in your social circle. Don’t shit in your own back yard.

19. If your girlfriend doesn’t make you feel good about yourself and bring joy to your life, fire her. That’s what girlfriends are for.

20. Don’t bother with “emotional affairs.” They are just a vehicle for women to flirt and have someone make them feel good about themselves. That’s the part of a relationship they want. For you it is a lot of work and investment in time. If they are having an emotional affair with you, they’re probably fucking someone else.

21. Becoming a woman’s friend and confidant is not going to get you into an intimate relationship. If you haven’t gotten the girl within a reasonably short period of time, chances are you won’t ever get her. She’ll end up confiding to you about the sexual adventures she’s having with someone else.

22. Have and nurture friendships with women.

23. Realize that love is a numbers game. Guys fall in love easily. You’re going to see some girl and feel like you’ll die if you don’t get her. If she rejects you, move on to the next one. It’s her loss.

24. Don’t be an internet troll. Got out and live life. There is not a cadre of beautiful women advertising on Craigslist to have NSA sex with you. Beautiful women don’t need to advertise. The websites that advertise with attractive women’s photos and claims of loneliness are baloney. All they want is your money and your personal information so that they can market to you. The posts on Craigslist by young “women” seeking NSA sex, and asking for a picture are just a bunch of gay troll pic collectors. This is especially true if the post uses common gay lexicon like “hole” as in “fuck my hole” or seeks “masculine” men, or uses the word cock (except in the context of “Don’t send a cock shot.”) There are women on Craigslist. They are easily recognizable by their 2-5 paragraph postings. Most are in their 30's or older.

25. When you become a man in full, know that people will get in your way. People who are attracted to you will somehow manage to step in your path. Gay guys will give you “the look.” Old people will somehow stumble in front of you at the worst time. Don’t get frustrated. Just step aside and go about your business. Know that these are passive aggressive methods to get you to acknowledge their existence.

26. Don’t gay bash. Don’t mentally or physically abuse people because of who they are, or how they present themselves. It’s none of your business to try to intimidate people into conformity.

27. If your gay, admit it to yourself, your parents, your friends and society at large. Be prepared to get harassed. See rule 14. If someone threatens you or assaults you, call the cops. Have them arrested. You have no obligation to self sacrifice because of who you are. As a gay person, you’ll have more social freedom than straight men. Use it to protect yourself. Be prepared to get out of Dodge if your orientation makes your life unbearable. Move to San Francisco, New York, Atlanta, or New Orleans. You’ll find a welcoming community there.

28. Don’t be a poser. Avoid being one of those dudes who puts a surfboard on top of their car, but never surfs, or a dude with a powder coated fixed gear bike and a messenger bag, but was never a messenger. Live the life. Earn your bona fides.

29. Don’t believe the crap about the patriarchy. More women are accepted and attend college. More degrees are awarded to women than men. Women outlive men. More men commit suicide. Men are twice as likely to be victims of violence, including murder. If you consider sexual assaults in prisons, twice as many men are raped as women (society thinks prison rape is funny). The streets are littered with homeless men, sprinkled with a few homeless women. Statically, women are happier than men. The myth that girls are being cheated by are educational system is belied by the fact that schools are bastions of femininity, mostly run by and taught by women. Girls outperform boys in school. It is the boys in school getting fucked over, and prescribed ritalin for being boys. Real wages for men are falling, while real wages for women are rising. Just because someone says something enough times, doesn’t make it true. You have nothing to feel guilty about.

30. Remember, 97% of all advice is worthless. Take what you can use, and trash the rest.

vicioustwist
san francisco
02-15-07

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http://actiontheory.free.fr/FunStuff-planning.htm

Poor planning

This is a bricklayer's accident actual (verbatim) report, which was printed in the newsletter of the Australian equivalent of the Workers' Compensation board. This is a true story. Had this bloke died, he'd have received a Darwin Award without question...

"Dear Sir,

I am writing in response to your request for additional information in Block 3 of the accident report form. I put "poor planning" as the cause of my accident. You asked for a fuller explanation and I trust the following details will be sufficient.

I am a bricklayer by trade. On the day of the accident, I was working alone on the roof of a new six story building. When I completed my work, I found that I had some bricks left over which, when weighed later were found to be slightly in excess of 500 lbs. Rather than carry the bricks down by hand, I decided to lower them in a barrel by using a pulley, which was attached to the side of the building on the sixth floor. Securing the rope at ground level, I went up to the roof, swung the barrel out and loaded the bricks into it. Then I went down and untied the rope, holding it tightly to ensure a slow descent of the bricks.

You will note in Block 11 of the accident report form that I weigh 135 lbs. Due to my surprise at being jerked off the ground so suddenly, I lost my presence of mind and forgot to let go of the rope Needless to say, I proceeded at a rapid rate up the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel which was now proceeding downward at an equal, impressive speed. This explained the fractured skull, minor abrasions and the broken collar bone, as listed in section 3 of the accident report form.

Slowed only slightly, I continued my rapid ascent, not stopping until the fingers of my right hand were two knuckles deep into the pulley. Fortunately by this time I had regained my presence of mind and was able to hold tightly to the rope, in spite of beginning to experience a great deal of pain.

At approximately the same time, however, the barrel of bricks hit the ground and the bottom fell out of the barrel. Now devoid of the weight of the bricks, that barrel weighed approximately 50 lbs. I refer you again to my weight.

As you can imagine, I began a rapid descent, down the side of the building. In the vicinity of the third floor, I met the barrel coming up. This accounts for the two fractured ankles, broken tooth and several lacerations of my legs and lower body. Here my luck began to change slightly.

The encounter with the barrel seemed to slow me enough to lessen my injuries when I fell into the pile of bricks and fortunately only three vertebrae were cracked. I am sorry to report, however, as I lay there on the pile of bricks, in pain, unable to move, I again lost my composure and presence of mind and let go of the rope and I lay there watching the empty barrel begin its journey back down onto me. This explains the two broken legs.

I hope this answers your inquiry."

Je pars à l'étranger, je voyage comme on dit... Mais puis-je partir à l'étranger sans voyager considérant qu'il m'est possible de voyager sans partir à l'étranger ?

 

Oui, je peut partir à l'étranger sans voyager, mais alors je ne pars vers un ailleurs, c'est un semblable à chez moi ailleurs, est-ce l'étranger ? Dormir dans le centre-ville d'une métropole internationale ressemble étrangement à dormir dans le centre-ville de Montréal, voilà ce que j'appele partir vers un semblable ailleurs sans voyager. Mais alors qu'est-ce que voyager sans partir ailleurs ? Dormir dans le centre-ville de Montréal n'est pas partir ailleurs, est-ce voyager ? Si je dis que je par voyager au Lac St-Jean, je n'ai pas l'impression que je peux dire que je pars voyager ailleurs, je dirais plutôt que je pars voyager chez moi, mais alors pourquoi partir voyager au centre-ville de Montréal sonne si faux ? Peut-être est-ce que en fait je ne peux pas vraiment dire que je voyage chez moi et que voyager au Lac St-Jean serait une mauvaise application du terme voyager... ou peut-être est-ce plutôt que je n'ai pas l'impression d'être chez moi lorsque je suis chez moi, mais que j'ai l'impression d'être chez moi lorsque je vais voyager ailleurs... Euh... si vous êtes toujours ici en train de lire, dites-vous que vous seriez peut-être mieux ailleurs... car présentement j'ai la ferme impression de ne plus allez nul part.

 

 

J'hésite entre chanceux ou pathétiquement absurde.

 

- L'amour n'est rien, il n'y a que des preuves d'amour.

 

- Des gestes ou des paroles ?

 

- Les paroles sont des gestes !!! Un acte de langage est par définition un moyen d'agir sur son environnement à l'aide de mots.

Comme le dit si bien Noël Mitrani, réalisateur de "Sur La Trace d'Igor Rizzi", gagnant du Prix du Meilleur Premier Film Canadien au Festival International du Film de Toronto 2006 : "Les plus grands réalisateurs sont des barbus, qui peut le nier?" En passant je vous conseille de mettre sur votre liste de film à voir ce prometteur "Sur la Trace d'Igor Rizzi" juste après être allez voir en courant "Children of men" de Cuaron.

 

Si jamais vous tombez sur les barbes de Michael Mann, Anthony Minghella, Roman Polanski, Gaspar Noé, Milos Forman, Michelangelo Antonioni, Errol Morris, Gus Van Sant, Giuseppe Tornatore ou encore de Quentin Tarantino, quoique je doute que ce dernier possède une quelconque pillosité faciale, faites moi signe !!!

OK, pour rire un bon coup : http://video.google.ca/videoplay?docid=-5825493270005637835&q=farador

Surtout si vous avez déjà joué.

Création Kino d'un pote lointain, marrant et brillant. Allez voir.

 

 

Je performe habituellement très bien dans ce que j'aime. (Pour des raisons heuristiques, oublions un instant mon aptitude au dessin.)

 

Cette constatation entraîne une question qui m'obsède depuis toujours : est-ce que je performe dans ce que j'aime ou est-ce que j'aime ce dans quoi je performe ?

I believe more and more that human culture is creating a world of artificials needs that's alienating the more basics needs of our biological organism. Paradoxicaly, our culture had emerge from our nature. Life's destroying itself. That's what I call a bad priority.

As we are desiring something more, always more, to improve our world, as we are trying to content these artificial needs, we are inhibating the satisfaction of the more basics needs.

These days I'm simply having difficulty understanding why we always wants more.

Ok, juste pour me convaincre que je perd pas mon temps.

 

Alez voir ça : http://youtube.com/watch?v=A3oV4rqjcew&search=mentos%20coke

 

et ensuite essayer le à la maison !!! Tout en imaginant ce que ça ferait dans votre estomac...

Allez, je me sens généreux, un bijou d'hilarité juste pour vous.

 

You smell my shirt while i'm pooring acid on your beautiful hair, it's the best evening i've had since the bombing of Nagasaki. I swear my little friend I love you so much that it's easy now to tell you how much i want you dead. I wish you love me less then I am loving you or i would have to blend your immaculate hands and make you drink them with my favorite olive oil. But since were in love, I have to admit that I'm not who you think I am, i'm so much more, i'm like the mont Fudji of the comic superhero, and by the way I actualy CAN throw fireball with my hand, but do not worry that's usually only happening when I'm alone watching pron. The only problem is if you want to meet my parents I will have to force you to smile, at least for the lunch, by slicing your cute little face with my sharp razor blade. You know that you're very clever, indeed, you seems to hate every single person I can't stand, good girl. That's right, like that, a little bit faster.

13 avril. Midi, le soleil assèche les derniers brins de gazon téméraires. De par ma fenêtre, j'aperçois un vieil obèse sur le toit de son âne maugréant l'anathème d'une ampoule qui enfle sensiblement sa fesse droite. Malgré la peine et l'humidité, rien n'empêche le puant Pancho Sancha de franchir chaque semaine les dix bornes qui séparent sa casa du marché. En effet, la conception de l'honneur du saligaud est aussi visquese et suintante que sa lymphe fessière. Pour peu qu'il s'en faille, il aurait intentionnellement provoqué la crevaison de son ampoule uniquement pour se conforter dans l'idée d'une témérité hors norme et donc valeureuse. Irrité et épuisé, le bougre anticipe surement son bain d'eau tiède et son symbolique matelas en tortillant sa moustache crasseuse. Cependant, la motivation seconde de Sancho Pancha est d'un tout autre registre, et c'est ce point qui intrigue le plus l'auteur de ces lignes. Il semblerait. selon les rumeurs, que ce dernier se soit épris d'une jeune boulangère qui écoulerait du mieux qu'elle pu ses pains frais tous les matins sur le carrefour Omonia. Le Gringo obèse possèderait donc l'aptitude à l'amour, du moins l'amour d'une autre paire de fesse que la sienne ? Une enquête approfondie s'impose.

 

19 avril. Suite à l'observation de notre voluminuex sujet en pleine action, je n'ai qu'un seul regret : pauvre boulangère. On aurait dit l''archétype de la vierge effarouchée subissant les plus ou moins subtils regards d'un protagonsite rondouillet sorti tout droit d'un dépottoir. Incroyablement, l'effronté revenait à la charge dès qu'il en avait l'occassion effrayant sa cible de plus en plus belle. On a presque envie d'intervenir soi-même, mais la première impression de sympathie envers l'injuste victime passée, un étrange renversement s'effectue : progressivement, il semble devenir d eplus en plus évident que c'est Sancho qui est a pleuré. Ce pauvre bougre, en plus d'attirer l'atenttion de tous exeption faite de la principale interressée qui terroisé tente tant bien que mal de feindre l'indifférence, use de stratagème de plus en plus douteux pour entrer dans les bonnes grâce de sa belle. Malheureusement, il est clair que plus il insiste, plus son échec devient cuisant. En fait, le rapport inversement proportionnel de son effort avec son but est si flagrant que je ne puis m'empêcher de me demander ce qui pousse Sancho Pancha à investir autant de temps à se ridiculiser publiquement. Mon hypothèse pour l'instant tend vers l'obnubilation de la passion, l'aveuglement du désir, car rien d'autre, a moins d'une maldie mentale, expliquerait un comportement aussi contre-productif. Nous testerons cette conception dans les jours qui suivent.