I ever thought that I was walking on the edge... But after reading Absinthe & flamethrowers, by William Gurstelle, now I know that I belong to the golden third of the population who thrills in taking calculated risks, be them physical or intellectual (a penchant for scuba diving and practicing long shots as a way of learning). Happiness is a warm gun?
Maybe this is a question of pareidolia, but I see the boy from The Last Guardian (the PS3 debut of "Ico" and "Shadow of the Colossus" videogames' creator) in Klee's Pierrot Lunaire (1925). Maybe it is because I'm completely mondestrunken lately. "Pierrot Lunaire'! It calls for prudence!" (Musil, again; and again; ever).
See this movie as if you were reading a book; read a book as if you were seeing this film; "live life like a character in a book" (Musil). See again Vigo's L’Atalante might be a timeless experience.
Above, side effects of Mightier, by Ratloop, a sci-fi game about terraforming. Certainly, a true indie game, tailored for... Ludic savants? Hands-on young adults? Hardcore brainies? Dumbed down genius? Ex-future genius? Well. It is for anyone who don't care about GPU intensive graphics...
In ancient times, tail-fins convertibles were true replicas of “women design”; today, snowmobiles have been granted to that mandate, but now with more spiciness. A thin line has been tethered between Natalie Wood’s doggie style and 
UPDATE (02/1): And what to say about the new sex symbol, Rei Ayanami, from Neon Genesis Evangelion?
At least in Twitter Venn, Holyfield is way ahead. The giant Russian stood still in the center of the ring, jaw dropped in face of extremely agile rope-a-dopes. Even though, he maintained the title. On Holyfield trunks was stamped Psalm 107:20, which reads: He sent his word, and healed them, and delivered them from their destructions (King James). Oh, Great Bearer of Primo Carnera, have faith, you will enter Heaven, and not the least injustice will be done to you!
I knew this would happen sooner or later. But I’ve never been told that Allende (Cybersyn Project) or Habermas (International World Order) were dictatorial control freaks...
I’ve been noticing young ladies (say, less than 20) loaded with facial make-up, most specific, colour correction powders. Why?? I have a theory: they are terrible sad. And I’m using as evidence a recent declaration called out by the goddess of the goddess, Jane Birkin (62 years old to be completed next 14th December): “Smiling has the same effect as a face lift. A vague smile into the future. And only minimal make up. At 15 or 16 young girls look lovely with lots of makeup and lipstick. But I keep it to a strict minimum."
Nor is there any thing unnatural or extravagant in the supposition, that my dear, dear Jenny may be my friend! Friend! My friend. Surely, Madam, a friendship between the two sexes may subsist, and be supported without -- Fy! Mr. Shandy. Without any thing, Madam, but that tender and delicious sentiment which ever mix friendship, where there is a difference of sex. Let me entreat you to study the pure and sentimental parts of the best French romances; it will really, Madam, astonish you to see with what a variety of chaste expressions this delicious sentiment which I have the honor to speak of, is dress'd out.
