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Lightsabers!

alennia — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 23:27:34 +0000

Today, I learned that when I am bored and depressed at work, to motivate myself I will pretend that my duster with the extendable handle is a lightsaber. It works.

On another note, WORST DAY EVER. I am so glad it’s over. I don’t think dinner is getting made tonight, and I am okay with that, because I have a date with the carton of Smarties icecream in the freezer. Yuuuuuuuuum. So worth a dollar.

Playing FF12 again tonight, most likely, I will be having another go at that bloody Stilshrine of Miriam. Who is Miriam? I want to know where she got her security system, because it freaking WORKS. I’ve been stuck there for almost 3 weeks now, with no end in sight. On the other hand, I would really really like to meet this woman so I can give her a tough lesson in how one treats their guests, because apparently she never learned things like not throwing invincible zombies at them for pushing a button wrong.

~Alennia

If you keep going round and round, and round, and round like that, you’re going to get stupid.

Gambiarras do Dia

Admin — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 23:21:17 +0000

Fonte: Osblog

2016 ano da revelação!!

loukoo — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 23:14:13 +0000

091124_rio2016

Smēķēšanas FAIL

MCB — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 23:01:32 +0000

Models face planting on the runway (19 photos)

Emily — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:59:46 +0000

!?

failzblog — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:41:42 +0000

Iziet

I Am Kurious Oranj

peterpozoga — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 21:33:12 +0000

I reckon my ever faulting headache inducing Wanadoo Livebox has emitted it’s last faint wifi signal … I came in tonight, fired up the MacBook, hit the Safari browser button and was promptly fed the old “Sorry … You are not connected to the Internet” shite.

So then I performed the classic I.T. move of switching it on and off again … Nada.

Ach!

I’ve got to phone Orange to cancel my Internet anyway (on account of me leaving this dump soon) so I’m just not gonna bother going through the heartache and frustration of listening to one of their technical support staff telling me over and over again to try the same thing I had already tried before.

Them and their procedures – NONE of them know what they are talking about – they are just reading the laminated sheet that they’re given on day one at the call centre – MONKEYS!!!

But when I ring to cancel my account I hope they have got the decency to ask what I thought of the service … Because when they do I will say 4 words and 4 words only …

YOUR ROUTERS ARE SHITE

La Batichica haciendo de las suyas jaaj xD

bLaCkHeArT® — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:41:47 +0000

No necesita palabras jaja xD

Por que no puedo ser...

silver — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:03:50 +0000

Reguetonero: Simplemente por que me cagan la madre, aunque desde hace tiempo aprendí a tolerarlos me siguen cayendo como patada en los güevos, mi lic. Ademas de que esa forma de hablar que tienen se me hace naquita.

Flogger: Bueno primero por que creo que es más complicado escribir AzII, y segundo por que eso de subir una imagen que a todo mundo le vale madre y no comentan otra chingadera que no sea stAaZ eN FFss.

Chofer de microbús: Por todos es bien sabido que un requisito indispensable es escuchar cumbias, música de banda, norteñas y ese tipo de cosas, y yo amo el rock.

Estrella de música pop: Para empezar ni me gusta el pop, aunque acá entre nos, les confieso que durante un tiempo lo escuché

Blogger constante: A veces no encuentro sobre que escribir o si pero siempre termino borrándolo, por eso ya tengo tumblr ¿Y que?

Una persona respetable: Nah! me vale ganar o perder el respeto de la gente, para que eso pase hay 2 opciones una es hacer algo i-m-p-r-e-s-i-o-n-a-n-t-e y que nadie más haya hecho la otra es morirse despues de haber hecho eso y por ahora no está en mis planes ninguna de esas opciones.

Y creo que por ahora es lo que no puedo ser, y me da gusto no ser nada de eso

Por cierto ya vieron el fotolog de Barack Obama si no vayan acá, era la onda hace unas horas en tuiter.

Yer doin it wrong (19 photos)

Emily — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 20:01:54 +0000

La borracha de la boda

bLaCkHeArT® — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:51:06 +0000

CLASICAAAA jaaj xD

En las bodas nunca puede falta la clásica borracha que trata de opacar a la novia, desgraciadamente para esta recién casada no sólo la opacó sino que literalmente le tiró la fiesta. Menos mal que se llevo su merecido.

Marcianos MX

Momento nostalgia

João Neto — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:39:35 +0000

Combo: Fail + Subliminarmente descarado...

João Neto — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:22:39 +0000

Ou algo aconteceu ou vai acontecer...

Ya casi llegas xD

bLaCkHeArT® — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:14:55 +0000

jaja pobresito gato, o esta entrenando o no sabe ni pa onde va xD

Hechale , morrita enseniando lo q nos wsta

bLaCkHeArT® — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 19:04:23 +0000

Morrita al 100

weno casi xD

thanksgiving

Carah Naseem — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 18:38:07 +0000

today is that day
commemorating rape & pillage
but it still makes me feel as if
i don’t thank you enough.
you placed me here
with your fascinating fingers.
i kissed them and thanked you for this care.

i thank you.
i thank everything
including this book that won’t right itself.
i mean write itself. but both.
yes, even the book.
i feel like bill gray in mao ii.
this book will collect dust,
but i will thank it for existing
so i can look at it every other day,
thumb through the pages,
run my fingers over the broken ink
and hiccup.

i am going to look out the window and count to ten and you will be here.
children do that only.
i am a child.

today is thanksgiving
and i am thankful for everything
even though i can’t create
and i can’t speak french the right way
and i can’t have a million dollars.

Embracing Failure

jeffreyjochum — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:54:52 +0000

Sometimes, you just need to be wrong.

I operate on some pretty simple philosophies, one of which is:

I rarely learn anything from success (I did it *right*? – cool)… so growing means I must fail. And, if I really want to learn, I must embrace it.

TO be clear, I don’t seek failure, nor am I particularly thrilled when it occurs. I actually very much like success… a lot. I mean: A. LOT. However, when I have unsuccessfully achieved the success I had anticipated, I remind myself that this is a “learning moment” and am buoyed by the premise of new and exciting knowledge that I expect to glean from examining the details of it. In a way, this allows me to turn every failure into some form of “forensic success.” Kind of a CSI/Unsuccessful Victims Unit – without the murder.

These days, I spend real energy explaining this concept to small business entrepreneurs because without a clear explanation to reveal its basic logic, I suspect it sounds pretty defeatist. In truth, it’s exactly the opposite. In large part, learning new lessons by embracing failure begins with losing the fear of being WRONG – which can be an incredibly empowering experience. For me, that first step started almost two decades ago in France, when I had the great opportunity to be at a dinner party with David Ogilvy, who is considered one of the great leaders in advertising. While everyone else at the table spoke operational French, I did not. They all made wonderful efforts to speak in a mixture of French and English, for my sake. However, as the night wore on and the wine poured out, their ability to maintain this graciousness quickly diminished into French gibberish and, near dessert, I was getting desperate for some form of inclusion.

In retrospect, I must admit that I was also pretty well socially-lubricated by the spirits, or else I doubt I would’ve had the courage to pick up my glass and move to an empty seat next to the Great Ogilvy. Flushed by the wine and crazy from the marzipan sweets, I spent a few minutes gushing and introducing myself repeatedly, finally giving him my business card. He took it all in stride – I doubt that I was the first or last to make an ass of myself at his doorstep – and at some point, I even worked up the nerve to ask him my favorite “celebrity” question, as it always elicits an interesting response, “What would you tell your kids about success, if you could only give them one bit of advice?”

Without missing a beat, he reached into his jacket and pulled out a pen and scribbled something on the back of my card, handing it back to me face-up, with his writing hidden. As he did so, he looked me straight in the eye. “Whenever you are in passionate disagreement with someone whose opinion you respect,” he said, “And, you are positive you are right and cannot understand how they could be so damned wrong – read this card.” Putting his pen away, he continued, “If you do that, you will always find the way to communicate. Communicating is success.” With that, he drained his glass and I could tell I was dismissed. I gushed a bit more, shook his hand like it was a car-jack and I was away.

Floating back to my seat before reading what he had written on my card, it took me several moments to decipher his chicken-scratch by candle-light. When I did, it hit me like hammer and I went immediately sober, as I knew I’d be telling this story for the rest of my life.

It said, simply, “maybe, they’re right.”

I knew instantly that, for these words to be truly meaningful, I’d have to acknowledge that – in spite of conviction, passion and my aggressive personality – I’d have to consider that I am WRONG, even when I KNOW I’m RIGHT. And, “wrong” equates to “failure”… doesn’t it? How in the world could failing help me succeed? I’ve thought about this a lot, since then. As a result, I’ve since come to believe that the right and wrong of a thing isn’t as important as getting the maximum experience out of it. And, while both “right and “success” most often simply reinforce the stuff I already knew, being WRONG and FAILING always leads me down paths I may never have considered… even when I turn out to be “right,” after all.

FAIL??

dsmonteiro — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:43:27 +0000

Sim, crianços e crianças… Ele usou isso!

P.S.: Ninguém sabe que e sou gay. Ou Oi, sou o Tito…

Chers créateurs de TSR...

yattafinal — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:38:50 +0000

Faire des Sims tirés d’animes ou de séries/TV ou même des personnages réels n’a jamais été facile, je le reconnais et c’est pour ça que je préfère le style Maxis-match. Pour plus d’infos sur ce style, voyez la page de la galerie des chirurgiens.

Si il y en a qui ratent leur Sims par excès de maquillage et de photskinning, il y en a d’autres qui les ratent aussi bien dans la mesure où ils n’ont pas le matos nécessaire (mais dans ce cas tu t’adaptes) ou parce qu’ils veulent imiter la structure faciale d’un personnage d’anime ou de mangas sur un sim. Une chose à ne JAMAIS FAIRE! Un tutoriel existe d’ailleurs à cette fin[1].

Commençons…

L’originale (de la première série je crois, mais entre ça et la seconde série elle n’a pas bougé des masses). Oui, oui, coucou Winry, on t’a vu.

La créatrice dit que c’est Winry Rockbell de FullMetal Alchimist (anime que je vous recommande…), la page ici pour ceux qui ne me croient pas…
Ca, ce n’est pas Winry Rockbell , mais juste une ado goffik fan de “Toilette”[2]. Mais comment fait-elle pour respirer, vous avez vu ses narines?

Circonstance atténuante: Sims 3.

Toujours dans FMA (et du même créateur de monstres), mon Homonculus préféré… Lust.

OH.MY.GOD. Lust, ça?Elle est censée être sexy, sensuelle et tout le titam mais là… On dirait une vieille sorcière, le cercle est trop gros, et elle a les yeux rouges. ELLE A LES YEUX VIOLETS LUST, PAS ROUGE, BORDEL DE COUILLE DE SATAN!!!! VIOLETS!

La vieille sorcière habite ici…

Du même charcu…créateur: NEL TU (Bleach). NEL? WOT?! C’est juste une sim défoncée à la Fleur de Lune et au Candy Up sur laquelle tu a peint sa tenue et qui se prend à ses heures perdues pour Mimi Siku [3] !!!!

Cliquez, si vous osez.

Toujours dans Bleach, Orihime Inoue.

Voilà l’originale pour ceux qui ne connaissent pas:

Plutôt sympa et assez facile à faire en sim.

Le résultat en sim 3

Là c’est le portrait généré. Ça a l’air assez potable hormis les yeux (à moins que j’ai loupé quelque chose) et son côté poupée gonflable avec la bouche en cul de poule, mais franchement à côté des trois merdes que je vous ai présenté avant, c’est pas mal.

Une image dans le jeu. Et là, çaÿe moche. Caÿe fait mal aü rétines. Et çaÿe faïe poupée gonflable dans töut beaüteï. Même elle se demande quel type de monstruosité elle est devenue. Ah! Et la tenue de l’uniforme scolaire est un FAIL.

La poupée gonflable est trouvable ici.

[1] Il y avait un excellent tutoriel sur ce site mais la page a été killée, la faute au sims3. J’essaierais de le reécrire un de ces quatres.

[2] Toilettes—>Twilight. Vous savez, les film de merde qui fait mouiller les adolescentes et dans une moindre mesure Macouille.

[3] Le personnage principal de “Un indien dans la Ville”!!! Z’avez aucune culture cinéma ou quoi?

Wowowee

Pao — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 17:23:55 +0000