Fat and not so fat old women Accidents and falls

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At least one Korean newspaper (Sports Seoul) misinterpreted a National Enquirer article and reported that Bush himself, and not his appointee, slept with Jessica Cutler.

I thought it was hillarious that Korean readers are nodding their head as if they expected such naughty behavior from American Presidents.

In their defense, I think the National Enquire headline (Bush Sex Scandal) put them in a wrong frame of mind. Below is the snippet from the Korean article, just in case they fix and deny later.

게다가 더욱 충격적인 사실은 부시 대통령이 댓가를 지불하고 관계를 가졌다는 것이다.

'내셔널 인콰이어러'지와의 인터뷰에서 커틀러는 "나는 부시와 관계를 가진 것에 대해 후회하지 않는다． 그러나 일기를 쓴 것에 대해서는 지금 후회하고 있다"고 밝혔다． 또 그는 "나는 블로그가 나의 친구들에게만 공개될 것이라고 생각했다． 많은 사람들이 이런 글을 올리지 않나?"라고 반문했다.

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UN VATO DE LA SECU

Colegio Ignacio Zaragoza.
hace 10 años. pfff

Hatsune Miku SINGS IT

Hatsune Miku una robot japonesa. Ésta sabe cantar.

clipped from musicthing.blogspot.com OK, this takes a little bit of explaining. Vocaloid is a bit of Yamaha patented software which can sing - input the notes and the lyrics and off it goes. Now you can buy an anime version where Hatsune Miku (some kind of schoolgirl sexbot) sings the words you've typed in. People have been making singing robot software for ages, but it's always just been a novelty. However, Vocaloid 2 / Hatsune Miku has been a huge hit in Japan (as I write, it's the best selling software on Amazon Japan). There are now tons of Vocaloid clips on Nico Nico Douga, the Japanese YouTube. The sample above is (as I'm sure you're now enjoying) a bonkers high-energy track with vocals from Hatsune Miku.(The original Finnish folk version is Leekspin by Loituma).

El Clóset viejo

Antes de salirte de tu casa no le digas a nadie.
Es decir, como me dijo el buen Alex G., no les digas que eres gay a tus papás si éstos son sobreprotectores y vas a seguir viviendo bajo su techo (también metafórico) por algo más de tiempo. Quelle vie!, non?- la que te buscas sólamente. Hasta ahora ha resultado bien.. o más que bien. No me gusta, pero pienso que me vuelvo inmortal. -Miniblogputa

Parsimonia, Portmanteau, Pléyade.

Zentrum Stadt:
Me encuenrtro dentro de una viejucha casita en la planta alta de otra casita en el centro de Monterrey, a unas cinco cuadras de la avenida Pino Suarez. La aclaración es pertinente, pues si la casa estuviera del lado de la avenida Juarez, el bullicio sería una marea en tromba. Pero yo estoy justo donde comienza el lado sereno, a unas cuantas cuadras de la calle Villagrán, donde multitud de cantinas y "teibols" se encuenran en las noches con multitud de miembros erectos de razas y tamaños diferentes. El centro no es ningún viaje en calandria. Del otro lado el olor a mescolanza es incluso más fuerte. He visto caminar a ancianos con harapos que muestran sus partes más nobles por no ser de su talla. Ciudadanos que han dejado al lado el sentido / el miedo a la vergüenza, supongo. No hay turistas japoneses en los alrededores. (basado en un texto de Amber Aravena)

Meat is Murder

a song inspired by The Smiths - Meat Is Murder

"Heifer whines could be human cries"
"This beautiful creature must die"
"Do you know how animals die? Kitchen aromas aren't very homely"
"It's not "comforting", cheery or kind"

Not warm, not homely, it's tasty. Yeah, you can taste suffering. I warned you.
Now you know it. Eat animal whining, stress and slavery. The slave you force to
lie a miserable life. The one you kill, eat and shit.

As if we weren't already used to that. Don't think.

Va, Pensiero

EBREI Va, pensiero, sull'ale dorate; va, ti posa sui clivi, sui colli, ove olezzano tepide e molli l'aure dolci del suolo natal! Del Giordano le rive saluta, di Sionne le torri atterrate... Oh mia patria sì bella e perduta! Oh membranza sì cara e fatal! Arpa d'or dei fatidici vati, perché muta dal salice pendi? Le memorie nel petto raccendi, ci favella del tempo che fu! O simile di Sòlima ai fati traggi un suono di crudo lamento, o t'ispiri il Signore un concento che ne infonda al patire virtù.

HEBREWS Fly, thoughts, on wings of gold; go settle upon the slopes and the hills, where, soft and mild, the sweet air of our native land smells fragrant! Greet the banks of the Jordan and Zion's toppled towers. Oh, my country so lovely and lost! Oh, memory so dear and despairing! Golden harp of the prophetic seers, why do you hang mute upon the willow? Rekindle our heart's memories and speak of times gone by! Mindful of the fate of Jerusalem, either sound a song of sad lamentation, or else let the Lord give us the strength to bear our sufferings!.