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Well, that was rather less successful than I would have hoped, due to this and that. Back in AMERICALAND now.

I’ll write about the rest of my time, the trip home, and, er, the highlight reel of the last 4 months in a post soon(ish).

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Koros Kan’t Can’t Kill

In which (spoiler, highlight to read) Koros gets called a bitch and Banjo kills Beauty (spoilers end here).

mkv: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=3PATVJI1
ass: http://www.megaupload.com/?d=5EZVA4AB

Enjoy.

(Bonus points for my second-to-last post — before this one — go to Starseeker, who correctly identified the quote as being from Magical Trevor.)

Recently my dreams have been turning more nightmarish with an overall sense of “desperate struggle” mixed with “must… survive…”

• One such dream involved various square shaped parts of the floor and ground around me falling into an abyss at the center of the Earth. Some objects and some people fell in, and the closest I got was just below the surface, hanging on by my hands. At a great distance, there was a bluish-white glow that seemed to draw everything in.
• In another, there was a black guy attempting to kill me through various methods. He would be more successful if I hadn’t developed regenerative capabilities in that one and threw him out a window.
• Another had my managers at McDonalds trying to get everyone to wear these pink headbands that had electrodes (not the pokemon, the metal platings I mean.) on them. Somehow, I assumed these were mind control devices and went berserk enough to crash my car through the drive-through window and into the frier.

So…this is really embarrasing.

Short: I had to format my main HD, that means all work is gone
Long: Everything I was done with is up so it’s not affected the least. But this means I have to rebuild my e-life for a couple of days (re-install Photoshop, get plugins, fonts, bookmarks and such).

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Sorry guys. I simply don’t have the time and energy to continue subbing the series. I’m officially dropping it. I’ll probably be back once I’ve graduated, but it’s not likely. Thank you all for your support, see you around.

If you thought this was for real, you have been trolled. Look at the date. April fool!
…sorry, couldn’t resist. Also, fun fact: the HEX code for the colour I’m writing in right now is FFFFFF. Appropriate, isn’t it?
Episode 9 should be coming within the week. It’s timed and I’m halfway through the translation.

Jumping fucking Jesus, my cord just exploded into a crackling mix of electricity and fire… My house nearly caught fire, yeah AGAIN! ¬_¬

Fire can go eat a bag of cocks while climbing a wall of dicks…

(Chorus) Brass Monkey – that funky Monkey
Brass Monkey – junkie
That funky Monkey

Got this dance that’s more than real
Drink Brass Monkey – here’s how you feel
Put your left leg down – your right leg up
Tilt your head back – let’s finish the cup
M.C.A. with the bottle – D. rocks the can
Adrock gets nice with Charlie Chan
We’re offered Moet – we don’t mind Chivas
Wherever we go with bring the Monkey with us
Adrock drinks three – Mike D. is D.
Double R. foots the bill most definitely
I drink Brass Monkey and I rock well
I got a Castle in Brooklyn – that’s where I dwell

(repeat chorus)

Cause I drink it anytime – and anyplace
When it’s time to get ill – I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes Def when you pour it on ice
Come on y’all it’s time to get nice
Coolin’ by the lockers getting kind of funky
Me and the crew – we’re drinking Brass Monkey
This girl walked by – she gave me the eye
I reached in the locker – grabbed the Spanish Fly
I put it with the Monkey – mixed it in the cup
Went over to the girl, “Yo baby, what’s up?”
I offered her a sip – the girl she gave me lip
It did begin the stuff wore in and now she’s on my tip

(repeat chorus)

Step up to the bar – put the girl down
She takes a big gulp and slaps it around
Take a sip – you can do it – you get right to it
We had a case in the place and we went right through it
You got a dry Martini – thinking you’re cool
I’ll take your place at the bar – I smack you off your stool
I’ll down a ‘40 dog” in a single gulp
And if you got beef you’ll get beat to a pulp
Monkey and parties and reelin’ and rockin’
Def, def – girls, girls – all y’all jockin’
The song and dance keeping you in a trance
If you don’t buy my record I got my advance
I drink it – I think it – I see it – I be it
I love Brass Monkey but I won’t give D. it
We got the bottle – you got the cup
Come on everybody let’s get ffffff

Claude Hagège disait quelque part que les Eskimaux avaient 36 expressions différentes pour caractériser le blanc. Et effectivement, sans parler de toutes les couleurs de la neige, il y a le blanc des meringues, celui des mouettes, celui des nuages, celui des plumes qui me piquent parfois la joue dans mon oreiller, le blanc du papier (sauf chez Actes Sud), le blanc des yeux, le blanc des terra incognita (de moins en moins), les blancs de la mémoire (par ex. en ce moment où je cherche des blancs que je ne trouve pas), le blanc du lait, le blanc des oies sauvages quand elles survolent le Hokaïdo, le blanc des naines blanches (jamais vu, trop loin), le blanc des bouleaux, le blanc de la lune, celui de Kenneth White etc…. enfin bon, tout ça pour dire que dans mon éditeur html, je n’ai pas beaucoup de blancs à ma disposition : juste le #FFFFFF. Ce qui donne raison à ceux qui me disent que le web est une régression culturelle ! (n’est ce pas mon cher Josué ?)