This is gonna get interactive

Little experiment, whoever follows (hi only follower :D) here it is:

You have a little avatar before you. It is not quite a representation of yourself. It has its own looks and mind and dare I say? Its own world and life. What it lacks, though, is the ability to choose. But (if you haven't seen it coming) You may lend it yours. Right now it has some choices to make:

*What to be, male or female?
*Where to be, jungle or beach?
*How to be? Tall, dark, skinny, pale, full, empty?

You post in the comments and tomorrow we will see what happens to this -for now- blob.

Letters during insanity

The letters in green font are from my friend Lucia, the ones in blue are from me. Lucia here plays "Catalina" a scientist character she made, I play "The Doctor" also known as "Father" a decidedly mad scientist character of my creation. Here it is, enjoy:

"Dear asshole

How goes curing my lupus?

-Catalina"

      

"Dear savage:

That is classified information

The Doctor"

"Dear Dr.;

I'm kind of in a tricky situation. I'm going to die soon. So far, no luck on my end. I'm still borrowing several books from you and Odessa. Won't be able to send them back for a bit longer. Give me a hand here?

-Catalina"

"Dear child:

I have a vast collection of hands at your disposal, embalmed, pickled and some even bronzed. You can come by my laboratory any day and pick the one that suits your needs the best.

The Doctor"

"Dear The Doctor;

While I'm sure your collection of hands far exceeds anything I could ever hope to achieve, I'd sort of like to live. Can we make a deal?

-Catalina"

"Dear kid:

I never said the price for borrowing one of my hands was your life. Excuse me if I gave such an impression.

The Doctor"

"Dear Doctor;

I would never want to impinge on your hospitality, or anyone's for that matter. That's why I would be very, very grateful if you would share your cure with me, for my own personal benefit. I would like to not move back into my own father's house to die. You and Niels are the only ones I can turn to now.

-Your humble student"

"Dear creature:

If you wanted the cure for lupus you could have started by stating such. I can give you some information about it the day you come by and pick the extremity you so fervently desire.

The Doctor"

You are a funny thing

Aren't you? Days of idyllic feelings of "just right, just good" brought by a couple of words, then three new words bring it all down, you see your solid castle as it is: a structure of cards easily destroyed. You try not to think it is and you tell yourself the cards are blocks of concrete and change your mood to cold indifference when you are very far from that. You know you turn to acid and will do some damage, and you don't care now. You know the name of your emotions and you fear to even think about them and you know that makes them jump higher. You tear up and scold yourself for your petty motives, the absolutely petty reasons it all comes from. You hate the uneasiness it brings, most of all. You fight it in ways you know are not going to help. You want to change your immediate past, you know you can't, you refuse to let go, you boast in your own negativity. You are hopeless, clueless, sad and you tell all this to yourself, you write it down for yourself, you call yourself "you" in an attempt to exorcise your feelings, and you know how useless it is. But you do it anyway, you funny little thing.

Culinary sexism

According to wikipedia, the burritos are called that way because their inventor had so many requests he had to buy a donkey to transport them (donkey means burro). Cute story, but there is another version around: when "gringos" ordered special tacos without ingredients that would pierce their intestines, local taco makers used beans, meat, cheese, some times vegetables or rice, and told each other "The food for those burritos (little donkeys, ignorant people) is ready"

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"Gringa" is a dish composed of tortillas, "pastor" meat (or any other kind of chopped meat, lately) topped with cheese, salsa is given optionally and it is best enjoyed with beer. The story is this time confirmed, around the 60s two American students living in Mexico City due to budget issues had to often eat tacos at "el Fogoncito" and they asked for cheese in their tacos rather than salsa to preserve the integrity of their innards. Many locals started to order "what the gringas are having" and soon the concoction found its place on the menu, under the name of  "Gringa"

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So why the benevolence of the latter and the ill intentions of the first taqueros? respect for the women and hatred for the men? No, racism for both, only in the second case, coated with sugar. Because undoubtedly the taqueros at El Fogoncito wanted to bang the gringas. Not the dish, I must say.

I POST

Therefore, I exist.

I have to admit

I like lady Gaga. I don't quite grasp her music. Granted, Alejandro is catchy. No, that's not it. She's flashy, she is ridiculous, she is a walking breathing show and I like that. Not her campiness. She does some times look like she's trying TOO hard to get attention. It's not that, it's the times she is just a weird uncaring thing going around saying "yes, I do have a huge donkey dick" what I like. Authentic, she is. If I had her level of fame I'd be that flashy or worse. Less jewels, more vinyl, but the general idea. I have to say I respect at least that from her.

A VERY IMPORTANT MESSAGE FOR ALL MY FANS AND FOLLOWERS D8

Hobo, dear:

Go do something productive and or play DMT and stop looking for shit here :B

Thanks~

The Cami