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I: tonight! at the Oscars!i really had to watch the whole show
twice, to convince myself of
something;
the first time i watched it i was
as any usual idiot aspiring to
wow!
you know the usual
finesse,
a bunch of humble people
with diamonds that belong
to
hades,
or at least the j. r. r. tolkien dwarves,
and the masked king
under the dome of the theatre
or rather:
when does an actor, not act?
and i thought the mob
that went to see ballet clapped
too much...
boy i had it coming
with this crowd...
these one-legged actors
seem to clap more than
your typical pleb like me at
a ballet performance;
but this was only upon first sitting.
2nd sitting? ooh - a
cringe (show
a face of constipation with closed eyes
and skidding mouth trying
to usher in the crin- with a floating
-dg - the d being
subtle)
show...
the majority of americans
are of german descent, although
they speak english, right?
and i thought english humour
was bad...
upon watching highlights
a 2nd time,
i started smelling a rat...
weinstein...
sure, sure...
but who's that young
girl sitting next to
guillermo del toro?
holding his arm as if clinging
to daddy issues - but hey!
there's the aqua god hidden
somewhere in that bag of meat
finely, finely attired!
yeah... and i have an easter bunny
shoved up my ***,
and mother goose too!
and black, so much black,
well, khaki doesn't cut it
really...
but by watching the highlights
the second time
it just felt like
quote from the
phantom tailor,
i.e. you hurt my feelings!
chic? what's chic?
chick-chicky-poo-brains...
crass, man, absolutely crass...
the absolute german joke:
regarding the
best picture award from last year...
it just so happened that
the academy made a mistake between
a
BLACK movie, and a musical...
and in this years "ceremony"
the hurt feelings had to be
appeased and what: the barbarian horde
expected was - but not on the last
minute whim...
well, bull in a china shop,
the closest i can come to the grace
of a balerina, is to curl my toes inward,
and then stand up and walk the crow
walk... the opposite of how a gorilla
does the same with its hands.
***** please, don't confuse
hans zimmerwith: are you sure that
john williams isn't plagiarising
himself all the time?
so, i came up with a new category,
the sort of guys
who
choose the music for such
films like
baby driver...
can't argue that that
film is the ******* purely on the basis
of what soundtrack was behind it...
how about there's an oscar for those
music nerds?
II: i never follow the exact recipe -
this is my body (pepper),
this is my blood (salt).just 'ave a look at this:
ingredient list from
two different recipes
(a) epicurius.com
(b) pekishme.com
(c) ... the hybrid
(no measurements are to be given
in the later revealed
hybrid as in the following two recipe
sources for a reason...
i'll admit... the only branch
of chemistry i was good was
organic: or rather -
the i see) -
i've seen too many english women
sticking to "guidelines"
and have seen at least two
marriages where a woman didn't
understand the concept of
al dente, that later had to be
cooked to a nice chew in the sauce
after having rested in a seive
drizzled with oil, prior to being
cooled with cold water to stop cooking...
A B
butter fettuccine
breadcrumbs cutterfish
fresh basil shrimps
chopped fresh thyme clams
mussel white wine
water double cream
olive oil onions
zucchini garlic
yellow summer squash thyme
red bell pepper oregano
garlic olive oil
shrimps parmesan cheese
scallops
fettuccine
C
butter
breadcrumbs
shrimps
mussel white wine
double cream
olive oil onions
garlic
thyme
oregano
parmesan cheese
fettuccine
and there are problems with reading two
recipes...
e.g. you can't exactly use wine
and cream and also add
zucchinil, yellow summer squash
& red bell pepper with these mild
sensations that are not balanced
akin to cream and wine (esp. white),
fresh basil? doesn't go with cream...
fresh thyme does go along with meat,
notably, lamb?
dried thyme & oregano are
a match made in heaven...
point being,
the crucial aspect of fusing
recipe (a) with recipe (b)
is the butter and breadcrumbs...
you melt the butter and brown
the breadcrumbs in it...
let them cool, and then sprinkle
them on the dish...
you can also infuse the addition
of cream with parmesan,
as you might also add extra on
top...
but the point of
recipe (a) crux is the breadcrumbs
mingling with everything
in recipe (b) - but also with
what's essential in recipe (a) rubric.
III: code. for a while i forgot where you begin
writing
html...
blanked man, blanked...
oh... right... in the notepad
and then you save the file under
under index.htm
with a sub-heading ALL TEXT...
but at this point it's really caveman
talk to me, the ones using the language
proficiently have been taught
by pioneers in the field,
and it's not about wealth
distribution, but about
knowledge...
e.g.
<!DOCTYPE html>
<html>
but why not <\html>?<body>
but why not <\body>?<h1>me being late</h1>
<p>the first word is spelled mama, or gaga?</p>
</body>
</html>
with those questions in italics
i can't see no gate opening, nor closing
subsequently with <h1> and <p>,
apparently the gates
are always open and there needs
to a constant flow through them.
sure, smart, but dumb at the same time;
because i can tell you,
i once had an "I.T" "teacher" in my youth,
charged 20 quid an hour,
and all he managed to "teach" me
was how to change the, ******* screenshot!
it's not exactly true what they say
about teachers... it's not that if you
can'tdo, you teach... the darker side is:
you
scam.
IV: ✡. there is no such thing as a "secret"
among the rich,
as there certainly isn't such a thing
as a "conspiracy" among the poor.
V: the croydon cat-killer.this isn't even an urban myth told
in thailand by hippies...
let me tell you,
when you spot a decapitated
cat, lying on the street while
walking at night,
and you've read about where
this story originated, i.e.
croydonyou start to start looking
for that pathetic sadist...
thinking to yourself:
well, and we met, would
you have the ***** to do that to me?
i'm gagging for a chance encounter,
just to see the ****** breakdown
upon trying to move to an upper
tier of this depraved practice.