This is what happens when nerds go social.
If I could choose, it would be shape shifting.
“No más Myolastan,
no más Doxilamina, no más
Hoy empieza mi nueva vida
Voy a cambiar el final, a volver a volar
(Ya no hay nada que me lo impida).”
No más myolastan (by Guille Milkyway).
La revolución sexual.
“This article about meat in the city will start between the most superficial of resemblances; on the left, a diagram of cuts of meat, of the type often exhibited at state fairs and in (vanishing) butcher’s shops. On the right, a diagram of Manhattan neighborhoods, of the type exhibited in guidebooks for tourists or (proliferating) apartment brokers’ offices. These are two very different things that merely look the same, aren’t they?”
http://www.meatpaper.com/articles/2007/0528_meatropolis.html
http://www.meatpaper.com/articles/2007/0528_meatropolis.html
http://www.meatpaper.com/articles/2007/0528_meatropolis.html
dies before you leave the airport!
1. Make other people panic, telling them the new plane is just the same old one.
2. Bet about how many people are not gonna board the new plane.
3. Watch couples start fighting because they have nothing better to do.
4. Unplug all the vending machines and watch people trying to use them. Then collect their money. (Actual count is 18 €).
5. Listen to music, surf the internet, relax and enjoy. The world is like a big big brother.
It’s not about what people say or think, it’s about not being flawlesly perfect.
Winners lose too. That’s the beauty of the game.
My so called life* 