“those were the times when jim drake still was learning the waterstart and i was still a nice guy. once a new year’s eve party was held when my jumper got totally wet cos all the chicks was crying on my shoulder. i guess at that party everyone got laid but me. after that i had changed my mentality.”—p. g.
i have been wiping shit off my head for two weeks, it ruins my whole life
my dick is full with this technology too
how the hell could someone import shit like that, fuck me
and no, i’m not a fucking lamer, cos i can always fix it
i can fix it again and again
but two days later - woohoo - computers do not have internet connection again
or mac has, pc hasn’t
then pc has, mac hasn’t
then the pc can ping the router but the internet
then the router does not recognize the root password worked well two days ago
then after reset it does not recognize even the default pass, as well
then the cable connection does not work
then the laptop does not get an ip
and it’s fucking going on like that
and i always fix it
and my fucking life is ruined by that
i’m so fucking nervous, it’s unbeliveable
it feels like 15 years ago when we built a pc and we used cards and motherboards from wherever we could get them
we jumpered the motherboard and like that
we had to dream why did we get a blue death
the graphics card’s getting overheated, bios needed an update or changed two ram-module
it was a fucking wizardry, man
it is a wizardry even in 2009
but the mac is the same old shit
i have had two alias here in the dock
i have been using them till today
and now i found on them two big, fucking, bloody question marks
and they didn’t work then
it’s fucking over
my netbanking does not work, not even on a mac browser
so i’ll install an opera
and then i’m gonna have 4 browsers
- the 1009th annivesary of our state-founder and serial-killer king’s enthronement who forced the nation to forget the ancient paganish religion and to acquire a roman-catholicism, killed everyone who didn’t obeyed and accordingly was sainted by Pope Saint Gregory VII 83 years later.
- the 60th annivesary of our crap state-constitution which was tinkered by communists dickheads and even so still valid.
- the ceremony of the new bread while the world’s most common and serious controversy is the malnutrition.
forget about those ones. enjoy your day-off, don’t give a shit, lay back, go for a ride or make a trip or whatever you want…
“it was november 1986 and i was 17 years old teaching the hawaiians the most radical move ever seen - like an italian chef teaching the japanese how to do sushi!”—cesare cantagalli about his forward loop invention
“we were into old-school punk, like the misfits, when we first got into music, then got into glam as a fuck-you to our hometown…but punk’s got a lot of rules, and that’s not very punk. rock’n’roll doesn’t have any rules - everybody can do drugs or not do drugs or dress however they want. a lot of people are tired of the screamo/I’m-not-okay thing. it’s like, everyone’s not okay, you know? forget about it. have fun. that’s what you do with music — you forget about your shit.”—tyno vincent - dirty penny
what do you do if your beloved grandmother got a stroke, was put into a retirement home and cannot remember and recognize even her daughters?
(the grandmother who loved you from the deepest deepness of her heart just because you were her grandson. she didn’t make any expectations and if you didn’t meet the requirements of the sick world she didn’t stop to love you. you are happy that you are not allowed to visit her. you just tell yourself the fairy tales. “she wouldn’t recognize you” safe line, isn’t it? just fool yourself, asshole, just do it! and feel what a coward you are. ‘cause you don’t wanna visit her because you wanna remember her as your granny not as a gomer.)
so, what do you do instead of a visit? drink one, two or six shots of absolut with ice and it’s fine… for a while at least.
the world drove nuts. people wanna imagine they can reach fame and influence completely disproportionate to their abilities. so they pay to see or to read about the celebrities who made it. they could make it just because the people were willing to pay to see or to read about them. insane.
being on the water with your buddy means fun. throwing the tricks one by one failing them smiling and shouting to eachother. sun’s shining waves’re growing behind you and giving the opportunity to you to play with them. nice picture, isn’t it? till at least one female spectacor pops up on the beach.
then all this mess turns to war. fight. bloody duel. first of all you are getting closer to the shore, jetty or whatever. where the crowd is gathering. even if the wind is fluky there and the lulls make appareance more frequently than on the open water. your ego counts nothing else.
pulling your slidy one very next to the beach risking slamming to the rocks. screwing up your dude’s trick by speeding on broad reach in front of him to stop them doing anything but a tack. still on the same course with a massive overpower in your sail you will kiss your board’s fin’s leading edge by trying a willy still at broad reach and insane speed. (never works, trust me.)
your buddy gives it back cutting by two slices the wave you’ve spotted for your ponch attempt. and that bastard starts (and succesfully finishes) his spock from that wave and you can hear only his laugh when you smash your knee to your boardnose failing your ponch-attempt not just since the lack of wave.
nothing matters but your glory. your ego. you wanna prove you’re the man. the best. windsurfers are bloody exhibicionists. maybe not in their lifes but for sure on the water. if a freestyler spots one cam on the shore you can bet he’ll even jump out of the beach. does not matter if you have a strong and long lasting relationship or you are a bloke. you try (and will try) anyway.
and the chicks are getting bored soon. you’re just pulling your rubbish attempts of moves you have seen the most recent pasko-gollito clip. tons of crashes. the gals’re disappearing and you’re getting back to the open sea where you greet the unfluky wind and not any more choppy conditions. you have done your mission and have done well.