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A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in. ~ Robert Orben
Look at the relaxed dog (who we named Deku) and the relaxed human being (aka paranoidandroid_). We lolled around on the grass, looked out into the magnificent view in front, went for walks to the nearby village, drank endless cups of hot tea, chatted and giggled.
A weekend with the gals. Tamil Nadu.
I'm absolutely loving the Shadows / Highlights filter in Photoshop CS. I've stopped using Levels adjustment altogether.
While transporting an ambassador from the planet Metaluna, the ambassador and Captain Bobblebrax had a conversation about war and death. Along with the other banal trivia, the ambassador made the comment that you always become the thing you hate. "Why is that?" he asked. So, being nearby, I replied: “They only say that because we hate things that hate us. We become hate. We never hate elephants and then become one. We hate something that is cruel to us, and thus we are cruel to them. Therefore that saying generally works, but it is not absolute.” “Shut up, Marvin," the captain muttered. “Sorry. Was I giving you an intelligent response? Pardon me for breathing, which I never do anyway. So I don't know why I bothered to say it. Oh, God, I'm so depressed."
That is what we call her. I am not kidding but one evening in Koshy's about one third of the restaurant seemed to know her, thus validating her title :)
She always manages to dazzle us with her latest hairstyles, her mix and match clothes and her beautiful silver jewellery. And keep us in splits with her absolutely deplorable massacre of the English language, but we are "lowing" it all the time!
This is taken at her brother's wedding last year, where she dazzled as usual in her beautiful saree.
I passed a wholly rhinoceros out on the plains the other day. It ignored me. That’s the closest I’ve come to having a friend for three thousand years. And then today I found it sinking in quicksand, and there was nothing I could do. Except watch. Now I’m alone again.
As roadie for the Max Rebo band, I had to ride in the shuttle with the band... and their instruments... and their groupies... It was not a very large shuttle, and was not built for bands... or their instruments... or their groupies… or depressed robots.
One minute Aayla Secura was telling Max and Droopy about how “far out” the force is, and the next, we were standing at a Jedi commune. I thought they wouldn’t need a roadie for this trip. But it turned out they needed me to carry their luggage. Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and they tell me to carry their luggage to a hippie Jedi commune.
With my head damaged severely, Capt Bobblebrax thought I was still under the one hundred year warranty. (What he didn’t know was that I had spent fifty-five thousand, eight hundred and two years on a primitive planet, and so was now over fifty-five thousand, eight hundred and forty-four years past my warranty.) So I was sent to the Sirius Cybernetics Corporation for repair. They told me they had a room just for me.
I behaved myself and did not buy a kilo of gianduiotto like I did last year (although to my defense, half of that kilo went to Kathya as a present).
Last Sunday, Mari, Kalle, Ann, Karshan and I went to the la grande festa di cioccolato in Turin. It was a fun daytrip! We lost our heads at the sight of all the chocolate and sweet stuff, and were constantly walking around with new plastic spoons in our mouths (each from the free sampling stands)...
I saw this coming of course: Having lost his first robot, Captain Bobblebrax now decided to make me fight in the robot wrestling arena so that he could bet against me and get the money he needed to repair his space ship. Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and people are here to watch me get pounded to a pulp. My plan was to talk the other robot out of it. But it turned out he had no audio input!
We had just finished transporting the Neptunian ambassador to the planet Piri. The local government had recently consulted their computer on the problem of their planet’s over-crowding. They asked the computer to eliminate one entire species, a redundant one that won’t upset the food-chain... it turned out to be them. Now every “intelligent” life form on the planet is dead.
After floating damaged in deep space, the GSS Suicidal Insanity was finally towed to a safe planet. But the Captain didn’t have enough money for repairs. His plan was to put Hoover in the local robot wrestling arena and bet against him. Unfortunately Hoover’s opponent was an extremely old G38 series dust-bot. And Hoover actually won.
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me...
Paranoid Android
Radiohead
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no se arrepentirá, sólo puche L))
My new assignment was to be a mere servant to Ming the Merciless of Mongo. While performing my first task (handing him a power potion), he shouted, "I'm bored! But I've come up with a plan to alleviate this. I shall conquer new worlds! I shall destroy new life and new civilizations! I shall boldly kill what no one has killed before!” "I know," I told him. "You keep going on about it. It sounds awful.” “But I can destroy entire planets!” “Yes, you can. But that’s no substitute for having a large penis.”
Zayfoodious, gave his weekly presidential speech on live sub-etha vision… from the toilet. And when he flushed, the toilet backed up. It was my job to clean it up. But first Marshall the happy Dalek had to plunge it out with his plunger… Here I am, brain the size of a planet, and I have to clean up presidential poo… with a depressingly happy Dalek.