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... follows The night elves of Fetjaine. And again, my feeling is mixed. Remember the last volume? It was a bit helter-skelter but humans seem to win. Well, it was not. For wanting to rob everyone, we are left alone to face the monsters. What monsters? Yes, yes, they did not show a toe before but they were there, waiting for the right moment to attack and the gathering of the four talismans (already, just this sudden appearance, it surprised me, but either ). Talismans, I said, are the sword of Dwarf owned by men, the famous Excalibur, the spear of Lug for monsters, the stone of Fal for men and the Cauldron of Dagda for elves. But if it is in the prologue it all, do a little attention. Nevertheless, the monsters, it was a little big novel of the ellipse. Well bin there they are!

And finally these monsters are not very different from men than we have seen act before. Here the question will be: How to avoid the annihilation of humanity?

Again, Uter will have to be heard. But we feel here almost a disillusioned old. And Lliane? She hesitates to meddle in a world that no longer hers.

Ultimate book of the trilogy, it seemed a little quick on the outcome of combat and tough situations. Then, of course, the simplicity of the writing is always so nice Fetjaine, although here the feelings are more present, but that's definitely not all.

Basically, a disappointment that this trilogy j was expecting a lot. Although I struggled to chain between the first and second volume, I was swept away later. But not enough.

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Night elf elf elf

Second volume of the trilogy elf Fetjaine, it has more potential in my opinion. Already, it has joined the Arthurian fantasy, suddenly I have a little less hurt my Tolkien.

all starts with the disappearance of the dwarves. This leaves the people and their thirst for conquest, their only god, their beliefs. Remain as elves, forests, oblivious or indifferent, without a queen. For Lliane was isolated. She watches over her child, Rhainnon. Uter's child, the child of a strange story that is akin to love.

In this volume, two peoples, two destinies that evolve in parallel printer but the encounter is fatal. If Lliane Brocéliande takes refuge in Avalon, Merlin makes his way to the edge of both worlds. Wars of succession for men, birth of christianity to forget the magic. Everything changes. And I will not say the fate of Uter, well above what you think.

This volume is fighting, fighting between peoples. History is always carried by a pen fluid, fast. But again, I can not say I'm a fan. I preferred the previous one but this book will not stay in my unavoidable.

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Twilight

I received this trilogy in a Fetjaine swap. I thought I would love it. Finally, I am a little disappointed.

Here is my opinion on the first volume, a little too slow and cumbersome for my taste.

peoples come together in council. The atmosphere is tense between men, elves, dwarves and men. It is about who killed a dwarf king and why. An elf is suspected. To be honest, even before the start of the quest, you feel the sting and the futile attempt. And what is painful is that it weighs on the whole novel.

So, what's the cause? Of people who all have a talisman, without which they are doomed to disappear. Here, besides the sword of the missing dwarf. In a beautiful but icy queen elf, Lliane. Friendship between men and dwarves. From adventures with Uther. Actually this trip is very similar to a quest for Tolkien. But more painful, indeed.

Celtic fantasy lovers, this novel can please you. For me, it missed a meeting. Admittedly, the novel reads well but the screenplay has little originality.

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Love and Other Drug

Jamie managed by women. But deep down, he is regarded by everyone as a loser, a guy who is lucky, an opportunist and certainly not a hard worker or a nice guy. Besides, the guys jealous.

And then he joined Pfizer, the pharmaceutical company where he became a representative. Seeking entry into the good graces of doctors, he is faced with a competitor, the seller of Prozac. Companies fight and two men, but especially around struggles of a woman, the lovely Maggie.

If Jamie was considered a sex, the beautiful quickly takes a special place in his heart. But she is a danger to him. Parkinson's disease, his case will only get worse.

hard to take off this comedy. If not impossible. The problem stretches for two long hours that sex scenes, dance scenes and alternate evenings very 90s. Impossible to laugh, can not find the dramatic story. But against that length ...

Avoid it!

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Lost and found

Everyone needs comfort at a time in his life. A good story at bedtime. Something simple, pretty, but special.

The DVD Lost and found fulfills this function admirably. If you do not know what I'm talking about history, then check out this post . Do not say that Lost and found is the epitome of "cute" would be lying. But do not say that it would demean this little masterpiece, which is frankly more than a simple children's story. In fact, many children's stories are much more than just stories, but this one is even more Fortiche than others.

Oliver Jeffers invites us for half an hour to put our prejudices and our concerns very important grown-ups aside, to go beyond mere appearances and to marvel at the simple things, unexpected that can happen in life, and seize these opportunities for what they are. A dare to do crazy things.

importantly, he invites us to open ourselves to others, those right next to us constantly, and knocking from time to time at our door. He invites us to open your eyes, so you do not have to go to North Pole by boat to realize that people have that you have made the trip for you.

If you still doubt the benefits that can have this movie, ask yourself a simple question: frankly, who does not like hugs or penguins?

If you're still not convinced, then do not look at the pictures and just listen to the soundtrack, just worth it!

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When I read on blogs that there was a new Connolly, I trampled. And then, joy and happiness, it was available in my library!

This story is a treat. No comparison with Book of Lost Things in terms of atmosphere. Here it goes incredible adventures, pathos and drama (just imagine the hell that landed on Earth, anyway) but everyone laughs and smiles and even laughs it frankly.

Samuel is a small boy a little annoying in advance for his age, accompanied by his dachshund, Boswell. He asks questions that destabilize adults. As "How angels can dance on a pinhead. "And then there is more of a curious and stubborn and brave. So, when he realized that his neighbors, Abernathy, fricotent with demons he tries to prevent adults. But you know, adults do not react before the Apocalypse. And yet, even then, they are still not able to believe you too.

short, c 'is a story about the end of the world, demons, particle accelerator, by Lewis Carroll. And he must hasten to read to escape the rainy gloom! The footnotes are particularly pages tasty, you'd be wrong to deprive yourself!

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"There are trees, birds, elephants ... Everyone loves elephants "We can not not like an elephant. Or a giraffe. I, for example, I love penguins.

[...] The little pink devil, who still thought the penguins, let out a sigh of disappointment. "

Ok, it's just a private joke but it is nice he will explain.

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absolutely-bor-dee or the paradox of the official

As I passed the contest, mom gave me this book as a wink, relaxation or warning . I plunged with joy in these pages full of humor and derision. Really, Zoe Shepard described the many human behaviors that I witnessed ... And alas, not the mayor of our narrator. I do not know if what she described in terms of unnecessary files, lack of work to do and cronyism is specific to the French administration, but it can also be found in some large boxes.

But look a little closer to what's the question: nepotism, the son of thing is perhaps the last of idiots, he is 'son of' and it has the right to be chief.

Sloth: Hourly ultra light, crossword puzzles at work, absenteeism and coffee breaks every 30 minutes.

Want: take the place of machine which has a more beautiful blackberry. But it is for those who still have cravings.

And it goes on meetingitis acute aborted projects etc..

Hard to keep morale before that!

So yes, I understand that the book should debate, it's been a little stir and feel all the officials concerned. Necessarily. But remember that this book is primarily a short novel, not a bomb. So when I see that the proportions can make these kinds of publications, I am shocked. There are nicks everywhere, just do not turn it charged and try to keep the famous 'duty of confidentiality'. Anyway, the day I understand how our walking country and its people ...

For me, it's still a fun read, not a chicken plastered on the doors of government French. And then to see officials take days 10h, 12h even, I can assure you that this is not la dolce vita for everybody ...

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Praise of Love

Alain Badiou interviewed by Nicolas Truong throughout this book. The subject of the debate or rather the monologue because the interview comes shortly: love.

Throughout the various chapters, A. Badiou explains its philosophical vision of love, not hesitating to make a small remedial classes dropped for the philosophy. Some historical references here and there by some literary examples. And what is funny is that he starts talking about Meetic and love 'zero risk', as if love as he knew had nothing to do with our society. Chance, luck and risk do they not also a component of this love? And duration is also questioned. What a love that flies away at the first hurdle?

What bothered me most is the constant return to politics and the links it establishes between one and another.

In terms of reading, it is reads well, the structure is composed of independent parts guided by questions in the Socratic tradition ... Even if the issues are much more open and allow the interviewee to speak!

A great way to (re) making philosophy and meditate on a universal theme!

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Azilis, hex Wind

In beginning, I liked Azilis. He was a fighter in spite of its capricious. Then I found an egoist. And it annoyed me. What happens in this volume?

Attention may contain spoilers!

In this last volume of Guinot, I found a girl who does her own way but still a bit subdued by the events. First, it escapes a storm and an attack at sea when she returned to Gaul with his brother Caius, Enid and her servant his master in witchcraft, Myrddin. Then her own memories of destabilizing. Finally, the disappearance of his twin proven, Ninian, the concern at the highest point.

This return to the country, it is far from clear. Marcus has been ruthless with those who helped the fugitives. Travel with Myrddin constantly emphasize the attraction of the beautiful to the druid. And Caius feels strangely weak against the small Enid (It is really top Caius, and frankly I frequent, I love her).

Channel addition, Kian Arturus accompanies the alignment of British kings. The punishment is omnipresent and he almost neglects her little companion adopted.

short, a little pain and failure everywhere. And then everything unravels over one hundred pages. It includes Myrddin's actions, Caius appeased, Arturus can negotiate fine, Ninian is in sight. Only Azilis has trouble finding serenity. But after all, she asked for it!

Unlike others, this (and especially the last lines, treacherous) does not upset me. It is quite logical. For cons, I have not really felt lengths and softness that I feared. But I have not really taken the time to breathe during play, either.

So it's a replay of the legends that really arturiennes board. It feels so the atmosphere and the Roman side of history! While I rediscovered almost simultaneously these legends through fantasy (elves Trilogy, I'm talking about later), I can proclaim that my preference for the narrative embedded in late antiquity.

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In the hand of the devil

First there was Carolina then Emerald to convince me to open the novel by Anne-Marie Garat. A little free time did the rest, I immersed myself in a novel-like saga. Yet it does not happen much in the beginning. But the pen of the author enough to retain the player. Scroll pages and we do not realize it.

Paris, 1913. Gabrielle is a young girl determined. When she learns the death of his cousin and childhood sweetheart, Endre, it makes every effort to discover what really happened. Party in Burma years earlier, all that remains of him is a little box to the contents in line with the elegant young man. Referred by a policeman mad by her charms, Gabrielle will seek to move closer to family Galay (Bertin Galay cookies), one of whose members had to cross Endre. This, the obscure Galay Peter is an infectious disease specialist and member of the Institute Pasteur. To get in touch with him, Gabrielle is hired as governess to his daughter, Millie. Exiled from Paris, Gabrielle discovers a strange family and a welcoming world. Between the charming but little Sophie, the terrible White, wife of head of family and grandmother, Mrs. Matilda, mop in the patriarch, Henry, artist, and Dr. Daniel, Peter, Gabrielle will bind to friendship, esteem, love and hate with this new family.

importantly, it will continue its investigation, whatever the cost, with his girlfriend Dora, the inconstant Michel Terrier and many others: an anarchist named Marcus, for example.

While most of the action takes place in Paris, its suburbs and the province, a few trips to Burma and Venice (where it intersects Thomas Mann ) dot the landscape.

What more than that this novel is a marvel, so in terms of plot than the characters' personalities, we do not miss ever, that writing is lively, need to read it, now!

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The origin of violence

Thank Carolina for giving me this book Fabrice Humbert. He had been viewed by the entire blogosphere, praised right, left. And indeed, it was blocking me. I did not read it.

The title does not appeal to me. Concentration camps, I had heard too. Family stories with lies and unspoken, I'm tired.

And yet I loved this novel. Just open, I could not let go.

strange discovery of a teacher in class trip to Buchenwald: a photo of his father a showcase. A closer look, it can not be his father. Then began a search of family history, a sifting of all tracks that could explain this improbable find. Quest to better understand the latent violence of the narrator's quest to find a stranger soon became central quest to discover an explanation of family relationships.

The second part, meanwhile, is rather the consequence of these discoveries. How to talk to a grandfather who is not really his? How sublime love a German who has the misfortune of being the daughter of a Nazi?

If I had a hard time with the party that traces of camp life and the relationship with Sophie, I was completely charmed by the relationship with Adrian and Marcel. The writing is very fluid and enjoyable. And then resume the search for the origins of evil and violence, after all the texts of the twentieth century on the subject, it punchy!

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And now, the fate that Niko's head water emulsion ... Should spit out the overflow fleet swallowed ...

What's New? I joined a group CLC. This is not the latest Citroën is the community of Christian life, something of Jesuits, super well done, where we s'livre let alone the infamous jargon language and dialect of boxwood Canaan ...

good because it helps me all alone, drifting &'m gone live ... Not to be alone. J'connaissais the refrain "You can not be Christian alone. Bin is stupidly true. If you stay alone, you running around in your little head and there's nothing that comes out ...

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# 14: Children of God

The silence made you believe in my virtual death? I can understand that. But this white foam which foam along your lips is suddenly removed towel container elephants, because I'm back. As Jesus, I come back from hell for even more fun.

Have I missed my sweet thirst for literature? Have you found something to fill your want in a fellow blogger?
I would hope none of you has had the ridiculous to be lulled by the dark of his bedroom old boy, rocking backwards and forwards by pressing F5 fault to press the buttons began to invade her face with a velocity to make the Huns green with rage.

I'm back. As Jesus said to myself? Hey, and if we were talking about religion?

He taught me everything about how
disappear so that you listen more before I take

, to initiate as they should debate the biggest nonsense that God Chrétin have never balanced in the face of humanity. This phrase so strong that simplicity was the most incredible mistake this clumsy and egocentric deity had ever done:

"Be fruitful and multiply."

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"Be fruitful and multiply."

that mathematicians did not see this tribute to Pythagoras and Albert, this is a turn properly used just to replace one that should have been included instead: "that your wife can never work otherwise than mimicking a waterfowl. "

Before that order, I object! Nay, I do not take exception, I rebel!

And for two reasons I'm going to support me. My hatred thus resembles a bad stool. First

. Heck, but ... What is there that this injunction is going blithely about? Grow what? Multiply that? Finally, the supreme being he would stutter? Was it took a phlegmatic acute pushing to settle for two verbs and wait until the message is understood? Or is the translation of the original text she was subcontracted to a Chinese clumsy? Second

. Which psychopath may well wish that these ape species genetically miscoded breed and multiply? Is there not enough already, shit on this planet? Pardon my language, but I would say that this kind of sentence would be to go to Lucifer, who does not want as pseudo-Gothic scarified to the envelope and recycled paper that misfortune and desolation.

For what happiness can there be to push the bipeds we are to multiply? In one, Eve, you will give birth in pain. Is this could be enough to dissuade you from playing the mother hen you?

is also from the start that everything has been sabotaged, a woman and a man. A single pair. Notwithstanding the problems that will go to meet Adam to meet in case of dispute, there must be coupling between their children. Eve, than have you kept to be fruitful!

And here we are in 2011 (good year for that matter). Take the train, and before you, which is the blood of these two ancestors adopted the ideas too to realize that their grandchildren (and the generations that follow) will necessarily syndrome. A couple, still, still. The woman is obese, disheveled, dressed as if she could choose between clothes and hideous clothing lacking. The man is obese, bald, and proudly wears a T-shirt OM / OL / PSG / Coq Sportif (delete as appropriate, other burn).

They are ugly, little if these homo sapiens. But what is not then your surprise when, late in this process, in addition to not the least charming couple, two children appeared. No. Impossible, then you scream yourself! How is this possible? How could they dare to play? Have they no self-preservation of human splendor? Why ugly idiots they proliferate?

Example typical human being who reproduces
shamelessly and without any thought for what it leaves us in the legs.

Still, the facts are there and made two children. These children are not just ugly and stupid, they are also noisy. They yell, they scream, they jump. They run, they hit your chair, cry, forgive, yell, scream, cry, hit, run, eat a little, should not that McDonald's and Coca-Cola found itself forced to file for bankruptcy because of parents caring too and shout and scream and run and scream and scream and cry and cry again.

Your calm is like the evening that you do not remember the purpose or reason why you woke up naked in bed with your sister who made the coffee wrapped in a towel bath, while her best friend was still on your head torso covered in cold wax.

And this is just one of billions of situations that cause us to literally enjoy all of three hands clapping when a child throws himself out the window of the top floor of his school (for lack of being able to appreciate its futility before that grade level). There will be less, the better.

God has ordained that, my friends. God is the one and only guilty of this scourge of children, these monsters who have mental faculty for a quarter of those of their parents, and know nothing else to do than make your life more unbearable it already is in normal times, and moreover the way to shatter all objects to which you hold more than your own soul.

So now tell me: why continue to pray God that we can accuse him of wanting to destroy all that remained pleasant in our dismal present?

Why? I'll tell you ...

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... because to believe in an imaginary friend once your past 10 years, he must already hold good.

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# 13: Let us wake up!

me unfortunately caught short for Happy Christmas regulatory and inevitable. I would therefore be in the original. I'm not going to wish you a merry, but a bad Christmas.

So I wish you the cousin sucks even more boring. That cousin fan of all that is detestable is properly insistent on the reality of his good taste by telling you all Twilights, story to tell you what's really great.

I wish you the other cousins always scream and run as hard as ever, breaking all behind them, and not hesitating to offer a few kicks when you try to forget where you are reading on the couch.

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I wish you all the aunts and uncles you stab in the back, and stress with a smile all but honest, serving only to conceal this hate foul they are naturally soaked in, you look as stupid as your father / mother the same age.

I wish you the dish is the same as always, and the most miserly of people around you take care to give you a hand that does not satisfy him an infant.

I wish you would have a champagne taste disgusting that the Belgian beer Leaderprice.

I wish to open gifts that are just terrible things but economic.

Remember, at Christmas, no one is generous. Only in the movies everything is pink and we kiss all joy in the snow.

Bad Christmas. And drink Coke, Santa Claus may be more generous.

PS: To all those who do not celebrate Christmas: Merry-that slab.

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# 12: 3D = degeneration Deterioration Disgust

blood left once more in my face. Much fun it was when it was me who chose to apply this kind of award to those who deserved it as much the fact that it is 3D on the big screen made me feel a deep malaise. Not because of disgust that this could grow to feel the poverty at the core of the flower or the dark room that could simulate a scary atmosphere, but because this movie was just boring and bad wishes.

After 20 minutes of people sliced into pieces and other cries and grubbing of skin, I put my jacket, got up lazily in a sigh, and returned the glasses "3D" in my pocket. When I opened the door under the gaze murderer who did not dare do so for fear of seeming ridiculous, I met the gaze of the theater employees.

Wait, it's "Saw 3D" or "The Iron Giant"?! They were on acid?

The young cashier looked at me in mocking smile, and I realized she directly insulted me, considering those who vomit before the horror movies. With a clearer view of boredom, so I gave him my explanation:
"This movie is bad. "

A man, probably his superior, was also present. He turned to me:
"- Ah, the public seems to enjoy.
- Well is that the public is stupid. "

It did not seem to understand, and he asked me what I went to see. I told him then, a little ashamed because after all, I knew this film would not be worth much, it was almost written on the poster, that I Saw 3D viewer. His eyes suddenly seemed to light up. He realized that, like many, I was a sensitive soul who had no idea what to expect when entering the room. We can not escape a movie because it bothers us?

"- You did not see the other?
- If, 6. I liked a lot, but it, hold it, is worthless. "

And proud of my reply, I turned on his heel and left the confines of the cinema.

It is difficult to understand why people love bad movies. More Saw has worsened, more people have accumulated in the rooms. And more 3D allows bad movies seem correct, more people are watching.

To give a concrete example, the first Saw includes, in its entirety, 2 people killed by the traps, and some bullets. Saw the last in 20 minutes, 8 dead before me in chains. If I wanted to see what kind free hemoglobin, I'd rather see my butcher.

And as the number of deaths has increased in the saga over the quality of films has deteriorated, each worse than the previous one, and still counting more ignominy and corpses.

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first year of American cinema.

I try to imagine what happened from the creators of this film, which changes constantly director:
"- Hey! I will resume Saw!
- Oh? You'll make a settlement even more special?
- No, I will put even more lives!
- But, Saw, it was above all a brilliant killer who stabs us in a final surprise stripper!
- No, I want blood, corpses, sadism, injustice, and to believe that this is a Saw, I'll stall two crappy flashbacks at the end.
- And you honestly believe that people will swallow without understanding?
- just put everything in 3D! "

The following is a series of Machiavellian laughter.

3D is an evil that makes the film buff an animal in danger of extinction, because of any private pleasure. The 3D is mostly in its infancy, Avatar, is to say how much it is worth nothing, followed closely by Clash of the Titans. Now he will live for love and Arthouse to find his account. I wonder what state would the Lumiere brothers to this horror.

It is clear that when one wants to believe that a film is good, basically, you put pairs of breasts and buttocks, so that all gorillas dressed as homo sapiens can scream like pigs at jam. But now exit the sex, who shocked Catholics. Instead, we prefer to put 3D. It gives a headache, and ultimately, we do not realize what we are doing, when one accepts this adventure. A bit like a baked good in the end.

Soon, the films feel that cocaine history we avoid making that 3D is used only to cover all forms of poverty screenwriting.

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# 11: The day of the wickedness

I found out my random daily visits to sites very informative in all key areas that govern human life today was the day of kindness.
Today, bombs explode more.
Today the terrorists released their hostages.
Today, the scum off their phone, apologizing when someone rattle.
Today, the SNCF tellers are polite.
Today: Yes, today we all have Care Bears in the skull and the marshmallow into the veins.

It's great!

Awesome? No. For in this world still a minority of people who love to be sarcastic, to criticize a world that débecte, and defiled the world of black paint to vomit. People like me, who on the day of kindness, decided to wait until tomorrow, the day of evil.

It is common knowledge that the more one climbs higher, the descent is long and sharp. So why not consider a peak of kindness above undoubtedly fall, so a more perfect wickedness.

Once a year, among the Care Bears is

the day of evil. Dressed!

Exit manners, I want and I demand, not exquisite apology which I, alas! What to do. No, I demand that you establish, as soon as possible, a day wickedness.

Imagine, leaving quietly at home, beating the old women who go to your scope, then applying your revenge for all those days when they came before you on the sidewalk while respecting the speed limit of 2 cm / h!

Imagine grinding your hands the face of this controller is not to understand that if you're in the wrong train, it is because the precedent has been canceled!

Imagine sending you fly in the face of a police officer that fist, so full of cynicism and resentment repressed by customs courtesy dirty and deceitful when it asks you smiling and using his authority if you're a dead ringer for Michael Jackson, since it is now What appears on your head a hat!

Imagine tramping merrily cell phone this little maiden to focus so lacking in vocabulary, in rhythm with the music coming out of your earphones, it not disturbing anyone, unlike 50cent!

"10 francs, What Euros? Pardon? Ah, yes, even stuff
that will bring the wogs that. The ideas of youth,
me of my time, it was of the Franks, no Europe, and it was
fine. Ah, here they are. Ah, I have nothing but small change. So. 10. 20 ...
Oh no, wait, I start again ... "

Imagine, spilling blood, burning churches where believers tried once more to extort the poor souls lost some currency in exchange for the promise a paradise, a promise they can keep!

Imagine plucking the eyeballs from the fool that you repeat every day that you are an ignoramus who reads "the shit" (Nietzsche, for example) before to publicly acknowledge his ignorance, proud, bringing the reality of self-denigration Humorous!

Imagine shining on the floor on the sweet song of a bone cracking the face of this ultimate idiot who thinks that if you wear black, because you intend to pray Satan while trying to commit suicide because you are depressed.

Imagine mowing head to peak this idiot who displays his badge Rammstein, this ottoman obese blackened hair and smooth bangs hiding her eyes more makeup than a Barbie styling head!

Imagine silencing of some bat in the face this kid screaming that prevents you to choose the brand of beer that will be your friend tonight because screaming he wants the latest Action Man he is too good and that when pressed, he "Zwiiiiiiiip bang! HAHA! ! And in the same extension of the idea, break this bottle of beer on the young teen pre-pubescent 13 year old who buys a pack of Kro to feel better about yourself, and stab him who waits outside in smoking a cigarette to persuade his entourage that he is indeed a man of him!

West Coast power! ... Lord Me ....

Oh yes, readers, I await the day when we will avenge all those evils, and where, when someone tries to stop us, we can prevent this by noting that, by law, we have the right, because it is the day of evil.

I can already hear the gossip. No, violence solves nothing, but admit that at least once a week, you feel the need to reduce fire and blood all around you face a much lower form of intelligence and / or a is so horrifying that you give hives.

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# 10: The designers have a humor all their own

I was both intrigued and perplexed. Doubtful, I'm sure my sobriety, I could only doubt the reality show unhealthy who sat before me.

chained themselves Images, sounds, too, the whole giving a mix of incredible and fantastically horribly bland, and I could not understand how a company could hope to sell this thing. Advertisements, one after another, they sold (and praised) in the greatest joys of toys frightening ugliness that could only grow to express his surprise on the shoes of his neighbor or carpet depending on the circumstances.

"The family chatting" uncommon humor? A farce?

When approaching the Christmas holidays (reminding all how happy capitalists sharing is essential at least one day a year in this life of simple human), there is only one rule: selling toys of all kinds. It is normal that the temporal proximity of the day tramps call "day of wealth", we were mistaken for turkeys and offers advertising to buy toys for our toddlers charming (I will discuss shortly the horror of having children, but one thing at a time).

However, it is difficult to admit that we can, in this same spirit, try to invent to get rich at any cost. It and television chains the horrors of the paradoxes, huge joke for us turkeys.

I assure you, to each advertisement, you are even more surprised when you look at the last. The proof of this "babysitter Barbie / Barbie dentist: you have a clear right to zoom in on the toilet bowl to see the yellow and brown become dark blue. Yes, Barbie's throne is truly filled to the brim, and you can admire the colors, however strange it may contain.

I also proposes to acquire this superb ninja costume.
But here are the striking workers of the factory that makes the humor.

What happened to reason, common sense, and design vendor? We must believe that after dating sites for ugly was born ugly toys. I tell you I'm waiting for lousy movies.

This article is short, but it is only until the next transition, which will address a current topic of the most interesting, as well as other things, and everything that follows. It helps you guess the topic, I'm sure.

This article, yes, I repeat, is short. It was necessary for my well-meaning remains a little time is intact, I talk about this horror that invades our television screens, as if the football broadcasts and people (that too will require that I speak, but there are so many hateful things on this planet ) were not enough to attack us from evil destructive waves of thought (see Omar, 3615 Voodoo, cancels the airwaves 24 hours).

soon, dear consumer.

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What Does The Red Flower Evrybody Is Wearing Mean

# 9: The art of selling his crap

Good evening, dear reader, you who read me sipping a glass of fruit juice multi-vitamin. It is certainly very surprising to me that display proudly as vulgar and devoid of class on this blog yet so wonderful. However, what other term could hang your vile provocative look hawk in search of fuss (yes, the last time, they say fuss, no buzz)? What other short and concise sentence would illustrate the topic I'm going to treat you, like a pornographic actor in front of a child in infancy? What other sentence would announce shortly and want to read anything but this demonstration science?

Well, I do not see. And even you, you'd see, I shook the tuber with a safety pin fluorescent yellow, if you'll pardon the expression. Note that discrete passage vous.

First, let's warning: Some people will perhaps accuse me of running in the loop the vinyl of my hatred towards the rest of humanity, thus playing the same tune about the same individuals and the same subjects. To those, I say no, I never specifically addressed this topic, even though I said a few bases in other articles. And also, know that I'm rocking the neon yellow with a pin tuber nurse.

Now, if I may, let me to address the subject itches fingertips: the music business. Yes, the art of selling his crap, there are also gay vampire books, movies with more special effects than dialogue and clothing that burn the eyes of people not suffering from acute blindness, but that you keep it for later, each art as it comes.

How radio created the groupie.

Truce of introduction, which I find far too long, when it is only a preface. Let me set you: You wear a leather jacket. On your shoulders, nails. Your pants ripped beats against your legs while your rangers with mismatched laces rattle noise of your footsteps. There, a person extremely intellectually evolved and spirit more open that oyster, my goodness, away to be more fresh, decided to teach you what true Music. On one arm movement more graceful than the most gracious of brown bears, he hits the keyboard of the hand. Then come out of its integrated speakers on the screen sounds very nasty, also called "low hood for a humanoid can scream insanities American interspersed with "West Coast" without musicality can not be at the rendezvous. " When

, polite and courteous, you ask this person if it would be possible to reduce somewhat the volume, if not entirely eliminating the rude chant, he replies: "But you, your music, your metal, there is noise. "

At that time, coughed a little, and

... NO! "Ma" is not called Metal music as you claim. The sounds of "my" music may not be relatives of yours, but this is nothing noise. This is music involved (but in the sense anarchist not communist), whose objective is to drive the shock in the listener and convey a certain energy. Violence in music is a permanent reference to violence in the world that surrounds the group, this company he is criticizing. Yes, 'my' musicians sing false. Yes, "my" musicians playing poorly. Yes, "my" musicians talk about other than their latest porn story. And after? The air is there, the music is there, some guitar solos are far more entrancing than Mozart's Requiem, and life appears to be different on these words that are not controlled by record companies politically-correct.

Nothing to see, it is true, with these depraved in mini-skirt and bra ripped dancing to the rhythm of their cellulite recently pumped. Their voices distorted by hours of editing to suggest they have some talent, yet non-existent, except those that exceed them generously (s?) Garment (s?).

It is true that, faced with these songs so true and original escape from every radio, singing alternately love, disappointment in love, love, generosity, love, sadness due to the love, generosity, modesty, parental divorce, love, persecution suffered by the poor star, love, and the commercial revolution (ie a revolution as violent as "all trunks on the head! W00t!"), my music is a sonic excrement.

This is an artist. No, his eyes are higher, gentlemen.
One feels that she was chosen solely for her voice, and she does
anything to defend the honor of women.

I also accept that when the ear tends toward musical geniuses such as those we hear every day, who mysteriously disappeared after an album and leave with us a little song that will not leave Our skull is so complex melody, are truly phenomenal. Nothing to do with these bands coming out albums for 20 or 30 years. Vive Le Roi Soleil and Mondotek, which can die in peace after laying a single album.

Not content to attack us in the organs of sound, this so-called music is also needed on television. We can then explore the full capacity art behind this electronic music and the voice distorted. The young woman or young man surrounded by young women, under artificial lighting, with sets overrated, singing platitudes without a name, such walks (on) in one case, a prostitute looking for a little temporary countered, and in another, a gigolo who violate seems so difficult to coax so there is already modeling their feet, or rather in his convertible (or his yacht, depending on the level of his ego).

Between these pieces of uninteresting life so erotic film, one can admire a child, probably son of the owner of the record label, singing trivial things, stupid, naive and uninteresting, or for a child or for us.

can also add to the already long list if a bunch of virtual characters 100% are only able to remix music from 70s rock to make dung dance of the 2010s, animators who had better TVs remain in their emissions instead of resuming Kiss, political parties who feel more attractive when they sing, and persuaded pimply teenagers know everything about everything, so they do not tell that the worst possible ignominy. Once again, without there being the slightest interest, both musical and intellectual behind it.

"Hello, I'm Lady Gaga. No, nothing to do with the previous
: me, my world and I really
my style to me. Yes, yes. Ok, then I forgot everything at home. "

So maybe "my" music is noise to your ears hooked to what the consumer society forces you to be confused with real music, but it at least has the merit of not being there to sell but to change things. This

said, back to our starting scene. You can now break the keypad on the face of the happy fool who dared to disrespect him pin your rangers (they must be useful) in the face and once on the ground, reminding him that when you want rest, you listen to Vivaldi.

Oh, and if you think that I've not seen, know that if. Stop listening to your radio when I say, finally.

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