At this period, also known as "Tank" in certain circles. Though I think this is about a year after I stopped the active exercise at my good old martial arts class. Getting to something along these lines is currently my goal, and I think that the pictures might explain why.
Angthoron in Nokia: Connecting People shirt.
Angthoron without the Nokia: Connecting People shirt.
Oh yeah. To avoid confusion, the pictures are taken in Ukraine, about 4 years ago or so.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Alternative storyline of Lucky Shoes
Because so many people said that the story was sick/crazy/insane and asked what I smoke to invoke my imagination, I decided to change the story a little to make it a little more "sane".
It was a fine spring afternoon, the sort that people generally prefer to spend outside, pretending that it's summer and catching colds and hypothermia. Still, it was a fine enough day, and it was all the better to have to spend it indoors, in a room full of people, waiting for the accountant to arrive while watching cartoons from a 102'' plasma TV. And the Lucky Shoes' accountant was growing late. Not even fashionably late by this point, in fact, just dreadfully, horribly, unimaginably late. Nobody minded it, though her company was terribly missed.
The reason for this meeting, apparent "negotiations" were actually a mystery to everyone in the room. All of them were well-prepared for the required "presenting of portfolios" and felt themselves like students that were forced into an exciting and useful course on some type of business management or another. The chairman smiled and waved his hand in the air for attention. "To keep your spirits up, I ordered more pizza and beer. Again!", he announced in a voice filled with joy. "Yay!", the Vice President shouted, fixing his expensive designer jacket, "I hope the accountant makes it here on time to get some, too!"
Just as he uttered these words, the door swung open, and the accountant marched, triumphantly, gently planting her heels onto the eager floor. The gathering looked at her, seemingly baffled - with a good reason, too, as the woman was dressed in a tone some could find unbefitting the occasion. The black business dress was still fine, though, but it was the black veiled hat and the dangerously high stiletto shoes of a matching colour that weren't. A small handbag, and a set of firetruck-red nails completed the picture. The colourful crowd gagged on their cookies, but admitted that the woman's outfit, too, had the right for existance, embracing the diversity.
"I will be brief, ladies and gentlemen, having caused you to wait so long", the accountant declared, "As of today, Lucky Shoes is the owner of the majority of Microsoft's shares, and its brand is currently worth five billion euros. We've been elected as Europe's best shoe-selling company and awarded a Nobel Peace Prize to. That said..."
She made a dramatic pause, looking at the stunned expressions of the members of the board, and, finally, continued, just as the chairman prepared to open his mouth. "You, my dears, will all receive kittens! Fluffy, purry kittens!"
With a short giggle, the accountant produced a kitten from her bag, and did not stop until the room was filled with cute meows of two dozen kittens.
It was a fine spring afternoon, the sort that people generally prefer to spend outside, pretending that it's summer and catching colds and hypothermia. Still, it was a fine enough day, and it was all the better to have to spend it indoors, in a room full of people, waiting for the accountant to arrive while watching cartoons from a 102'' plasma TV. And the Lucky Shoes' accountant was growing late. Not even fashionably late by this point, in fact, just dreadfully, horribly, unimaginably late. Nobody minded it, though her company was terribly missed.
The reason for this meeting, apparent "negotiations" were actually a mystery to everyone in the room. All of them were well-prepared for the required "presenting of portfolios" and felt themselves like students that were forced into an exciting and useful course on some type of business management or another. The chairman smiled and waved his hand in the air for attention. "To keep your spirits up, I ordered more pizza and beer. Again!", he announced in a voice filled with joy. "Yay!", the Vice President shouted, fixing his expensive designer jacket, "I hope the accountant makes it here on time to get some, too!"
Just as he uttered these words, the door swung open, and the accountant marched, triumphantly, gently planting her heels onto the eager floor. The gathering looked at her, seemingly baffled - with a good reason, too, as the woman was dressed in a tone some could find unbefitting the occasion. The black business dress was still fine, though, but it was the black veiled hat and the dangerously high stiletto shoes of a matching colour that weren't. A small handbag, and a set of firetruck-red nails completed the picture. The colourful crowd gagged on their cookies, but admitted that the woman's outfit, too, had the right for existance, embracing the diversity.
"I will be brief, ladies and gentlemen, having caused you to wait so long", the accountant declared, "As of today, Lucky Shoes is the owner of the majority of Microsoft's shares, and its brand is currently worth five billion euros. We've been elected as Europe's best shoe-selling company and awarded a Nobel Peace Prize to. That said..."
She made a dramatic pause, looking at the stunned expressions of the members of the board, and, finally, continued, just as the chairman prepared to open his mouth. "You, my dears, will all receive kittens! Fluffy, purry kittens!"
With a short giggle, the accountant produced a kitten from her bag, and did not stop until the room was filled with cute meows of two dozen kittens.
Practical view on winning prayers
As is well-known, a prayer for the same thing by many people is supposed to be magnified in power and therefore be heard by the Big Guy of your choice sooner - with a higher possibility of getting it answered. This prayer is also supposed to come straight from the heart. However, getting hundreds of people to pray for you to get rich straight from the heart is a bit difficult, isn't it? Well, not if you follow this approach it isn't.
What, then, does this approach entice? A very simple thing. Annoyance. All you need to do is nag about your difficult financial situation to your friends, relatives and random strangers as much as you can - eventually, all of them will at least once utter a prayer similar to "Oh God, why can't he/she SHUT THE FUCK UP?"
Eventually, the big guy checks out the problem, sees you causing it, sees what causes you to cause the problem, fixes it, and, voila, everybody wins.
What, then, does this approach entice? A very simple thing. Annoyance. All you need to do is nag about your difficult financial situation to your friends, relatives and random strangers as much as you can - eventually, all of them will at least once utter a prayer similar to "Oh God, why can't he/she SHUT THE FUCK UP?"
Eventually, the big guy checks out the problem, sees you causing it, sees what causes you to cause the problem, fixes it, and, voila, everybody wins.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
404 Site Not Found
Pretty neat:
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I websurfed, weak and weary,Over many a strange and spurious website of 'hot chicks galore',
While I clicked my fav'rite bookmark, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour.
"'Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my cheap hardcore!" -Quoth the server, "404"
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Lucky Shoes
It was a fine spring afternoon, the sort that people generally prefer to spend outside, pretending that it's summer and catching colds and hypothermia. Still, it was a fine enough day, and it was all the worse to have to spend it indoors, in a room full of people, waiting for the accountant to arrive. And the Lucky Shoes' accountant was growing late. Not even fashionably late by this point, in fact, just dreadfully, horribly, unimaginably late.
The reason for this meeting, apparent "negotiations" were actually a mystery to everyone in the room. All of them were ill-prepared for the required "presenting of portfolios" and felt themselves like students that was forced into a tedious and useless course on some type of business management or another. The chairman sighed and waved his hand in the air for attention. "To keep your spirits up, I will now display the projected sales chart. Again!", he announced in a tone so filled with pretended cheerfulness that his voice caught up. "Not again", the Vice President murmured, scratching an irritable patch of dry skin on his knee, "Where the hell is she?"
Just as he uttered these words, the door swung open, and the accountant marched, triumphantly, mercilessly planting her heels onto the unsuspecting floor. The gathering looked at her, seemingly baffled - with a good reason, too, as the woman was dressed in a tone some could find unbefitting the occasion. The black business dress was still fine, though, but it was the black veiled hat and the dangerously high stiletto shoes of a matching colour that weren't. A small handbag, and a set of firetruck-red nails completed the picture.
"I will be brief, ladies and gentlemen, having caused you to wait so long", the accountant declared, "As of today, Lucky Shoes in its entirety shall cease to exist. The funds will be transferred to my personal Swiss account, and the property will be auctioned - with the winnings sharing the same fate as the rest of the money. That said..."
She made a dramatic pause, looking at the stunned expressions of the members of the board, and, finally, continued, just as the chairman prepared to open his mouth. "You, my dears, will have to die. Your meetings are such a drag!"
With a short giggle, the accountant produced a pistol from her bag, and moments later, none of the members of the board found themselves in a position to object.
The reason for this meeting, apparent "negotiations" were actually a mystery to everyone in the room. All of them were ill-prepared for the required "presenting of portfolios" and felt themselves like students that was forced into a tedious and useless course on some type of business management or another. The chairman sighed and waved his hand in the air for attention. "To keep your spirits up, I will now display the projected sales chart. Again!", he announced in a tone so filled with pretended cheerfulness that his voice caught up. "Not again", the Vice President murmured, scratching an irritable patch of dry skin on his knee, "Where the hell is she?"
Just as he uttered these words, the door swung open, and the accountant marched, triumphantly, mercilessly planting her heels onto the unsuspecting floor. The gathering looked at her, seemingly baffled - with a good reason, too, as the woman was dressed in a tone some could find unbefitting the occasion. The black business dress was still fine, though, but it was the black veiled hat and the dangerously high stiletto shoes of a matching colour that weren't. A small handbag, and a set of firetruck-red nails completed the picture.
"I will be brief, ladies and gentlemen, having caused you to wait so long", the accountant declared, "As of today, Lucky Shoes in its entirety shall cease to exist. The funds will be transferred to my personal Swiss account, and the property will be auctioned - with the winnings sharing the same fate as the rest of the money. That said..."
She made a dramatic pause, looking at the stunned expressions of the members of the board, and, finally, continued, just as the chairman prepared to open his mouth. "You, my dears, will have to die. Your meetings are such a drag!"
With a short giggle, the accountant produced a pistol from her bag, and moments later, none of the members of the board found themselves in a position to object.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Dr. Uwe Boll needs YOU!
As some may know, Dr. Uwe Boll is one of the worst cases in today's film industry, a man dedicating his life to purchasing filming licenses from ignorant game developers and turning the things into a bunch of even more stupid-than-before films of pure horror. Now, it seems that good herr Boll has finally irritated many people enough that they have started (oh mi gawd, how very influential) an online petition to make Boll leave the scene forever. However, some bright minds stumbled upon this, and created a counter-petition in order to preserve the man in business, since his trash films have, apparently, a high amusement value - and show the stupidity of the people that allow their licenses to be used in any crap as long as they get promoted.
So, here's the links to both petitions, go and give your support to a just cause!
The "Go away Dr. Boll" poll
The "Please stay Dr. Boll" poll
So, here's the links to both petitions, go and give your support to a just cause!
The "Go away Dr. Boll" poll
The "Please stay Dr. Boll" poll
Dutch!
On Mac's special request...
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Attractieparkwildwaterglijbaansteunpilaarfractuurpreventieonder-
houdonderzoekwetenschapperassistentensocieteit-
lidmaatschapskaartverlenging
The - is only there in order for the word to fit on the page. Stupid Blogspot encoding. Blah!
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