Molluscum contagiosum. I didn't know what it was, until the dermatologist had a look at the two or three spots on my butt... Thankfully it's very very easy to cure.
It's quite odd though that it should happen when I haven't had sex for one year. The same thing happened to me with body louse. And regarding scabies, it is very likely that I didn't get it through sexual contact either. And I AM A CLEAN PERSON, I wash with soap and everything!!! (The doctors all insisted that you don't get this stuff because you're dirty, but because you get in contact with people who are infected.)
I am cursed. Or indeed, I can tell myself that it's not because I don't fuck that I won't get anything weird. (The skin doctor also suggested I may have selective immunity, that is, my body doesn't fight skin infections so well but is more efficient regarding other stuff. Well, well...)
Have you heard of the Tea Party? It's a political movement that is on the right of the Republican Party.
Because Bush wasn't enough.
Here is the advert of one of the candidates they support for the November elections.
The credits of that video must be on the website hosting it.
Last weekend, at the family lunch, we talked about breast implants. I have been told that these implants exploded when planes reach a certain altitude. I didn't believe it, but I started thinking...
Hugh Heffner
Old Playboy founder
Wants to impress
His fabulous playmates
"Let's fly starlets
I'll show you my islets"
He started to whine
So they stand in lineGirls coupled oon, with their nice hair bloond
Their breasts of silicoon, are not paper of carboon
And boon and boon and boon, like a squadroonThey get on the aircraft
Ready for a laugh
The plane takes off
They feel strange, sort of
Their oversized breasts
Explode into crests
Like a military operation
A Chernobyl celebrationGirls coupled oon, with their nice hair bloond
Their breasts of silicoon, are not paper of carboon
And boon and boon and boon, like a squadroon
Well, no, I checked, silicon implants do not explode while on a plane.
Nevertheless, terrorists consider using breast implants to carry undetectable explosives. I can already imagine the titles in the papers: "TERRORIST breast implants". And silicon-filled ladies who refuse to leave their implants at the customs would be pilloried and accused of anti-patriotism, of following an ill-tasted and deadly fashion.
The credits of that video must be on the website hosting it.
Ah, Boards of Canada... And that video is really beautiful.
It's been two months now that BP's oil rig Deepwater Horizon exploded in the Gulf of Mexico, killing 11 people and letting oil flow uninterruptedly since, at a vertiginous rate that is impossible to estimate precisely. It's a real ecological cataclysm, the worst in US history (but don't worry, not of mankind history!).
BP has done everything to stop the leak but nothing works. The british firm has to recognise that it didn't properly assess neither the risks, nor the solutions. It also has to face accusations that it didn't respect security standards in order to save money. So it's trying everything it can to save its image, even by buying all the possible keywords on Google to redirect internet users to its website. It also said:
I hear comments sometimes that large oil companies are greedy companies or don't care, but that is not the case with BP. We care about the small people.
This "small people" thing has not been taken in a good way in the US. especially now that Tony Hayward, the CEO, is currently taking part of a yachting competition in England.
In a nutshell, BP doesn't need anybody to make things worse for itself.
And the other main characters of the story are getting trapped in the oil as well. The first of them is Barack Obama who keeps making speech saying "it's not right!", but only shows he can't fix it. You can't blame him: indeed, he can't do anything about it. Well yeah, he's the President of the United States, not God.
The american Congress is not spared either. This week, the lawmakers received Tony Hayward, and they couldn't stop piling on him (which is kind of easy). the funniest thing is that a Republican apologised over this "shakedown". And the Democrats replied the Republicans were trying to protect their friends the rich, and so on and so forth.
So Congress had this great idea: call actor Kevin Costner. Why? Because he owns a company that makes (and sells!) machines that can separate water from oil. Will it really work? Watch the next episode!
And when you thought the world was going really wrong, here comes Sarah Palin, on Twitter:
Gulf disaster needs divine intervention as man's efforts have been futile. Gulf lawmakers designate today Day of Prayer for solution/miracle.
Thank you Sarah. If it ever works, it will be thanks to God, and if it doesn't, it will be because of Obama!
I love insults, so when I can put one, even several in a title, I sure do it.
I didn't want to talk about the vapid psychodrama surrounding Nicolas Anelka ans his alleged words towards France's football team coach, Raymond Domenech, but since the President of the Republic commented them, this story has taken an ironic, if not cynical, turn.
First, Sarkozy saying that this kind of insults are "unacceptable" although he himself answered a man "Fuck off you idiot", this is "tasty"!
But the worst thing is that Brice Hortefeux, can be sentenced for words recognized as "racially offensive" and stay in the government, although Nicolas Anelka can't get mad at his coach and gets fired from France's team that, by the way, doesn't depend on the President of the Republic.
And everyone is focusing on this non-event. The crucial retirement reform is already forgotten, the new political movement launched by Sarkozy's rival, Dominique de Villepin, has been totally overshadowed, etc.
I read Sartre's Nausea. Yes, I'm blogging it only to show I read some intellectual stuff! (I'm trying to fix my lack of culture.)
I liked the first third of the book, the second third nearly killed me with boredom, the last third though was interesting. In this book, Sartre tries to explain existentialism but it's still very blurry for me... I read some parts with perplexity and I thought he would articulate his thoughts further on... But no. In that respect, I was disappointed because I didn't manage to understand. As a result, I didn't memorize much.
Nevertheless, as much of a paradox as it may sound and despite the very boring second third of the book, I liked this novel. Probably because I identified with the main character when he had these strange experiences that he calls Nausea and that reminded me of things I may have felt (but that I found ecstatic and that I called vertige, or vertigo).
I had watched True Blood once, and I wasn't convinced. But when I connected this morning on the Internet, the whole homosphere was buzzing on the episode broadcast yesterday in the USA. I did a quick search on Youtube and I understood why:
The credits of that video must be on the website hosting it.
Even gay porn is not as exciting, I'M A FAN!
However, this scene reminds me of that scene in Six Feet Under (a series by the same creator, Alan Ball) in which a pregnant Brenda was dreaming she was kissing her brother.
The credits of that video must be on the website hosting it.
Alan Ball is mad, I love him!
I'm so fed up with the FIFA World Cup! And it has only just started! The news, the adverts, the neighbours, Twitter, everything is saturated with football. We need a radical solution to this problem.
Thnking about it, all the greatest football players, and the world's most powerful federations are currently in South Africa. It's the perfect moment! Let's hurry up and throw an entire arsenal of nuclear bombs on the towns where the games are playing! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! And after that, we would never hear of football ever again, ha ha ha! We will get back to real news, talking about dead, blood and tears, and not happy crowds of bastards, ha ha ha!
Image credits: Unknown
So, despite the disaster that the first one was, they still managed to find money to make Sex and the City 2. I'm blown away.
Image credits: Unknown author, maybe over there...
Is it gonna be like these terrible endless slasher series, falling into the screenwriting depths of hell? Like Halloween, whose last episode was happening in a reality TV show? Or like Friday 13, whose Jason X was occurring in a spaceship?
In Sex and the City XIII, Samantha would become an ACTUAL maneater. Miranda would castrate her husband, Charlotte would turn into a giant marshmallow and marry the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man. And Carrie would become crazy, run out of money to buy shoes, sleep on the streets and kill poodles with her Manolo Blahniks to eat. And I would go and see that!
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