J.C.

Let's see...

A new TV would be nice. Mine is like 13 years old.

A Kindle Fire. I'm intrigued by it.

Any classic Transformers figure.

A new girlfriend so I can rebuild what's left of my life.

I need water.

Now.

It's too damn hot.

Freaking... ehmm.... what's the date?... Oh, c'mon, it's not even Summer yet!

Crap!

EDIT: I've always wondered why this guy likes piss so much...

Banned for not changing your avatar often enough.

I think I'm going to play some more Deus Ex HR. I feel like falcon punching innocent bystanders.

Okay J.C., about your position on my Naughty/nice list...what the hell was with the excursion to Bermuda with 4 married women from your office?

This is a filthy degrading lie sir, and I expect a written apology, followed by ceremonial seppuku.

To set the record straight: only 3 were married! The other one, was merely engaged!

Well... let's see. These are some of the coolest places I've been.

- Warsaw, Poland

- Antarctica

- Catacombs in Palermo, Italy

Warning: dead people. Mummies actually, but still.

- Joinville, Brazil

- Miami, USA

- Madrid, Spain

- Venice, Italy

- Europa Point, Gibraltar

- Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

- London, England

- Paris, France

- Loch Ness, Scotland

- New York, USA

- Santiago, Chile

- Buenos Aires, Argentina

- Washington D.C., USA

Chapter 5

Winston is confined in Room101, strapped to a chair in a way which rendered him completely immobile. In front of him were two tables on which stood two covered wire cages. O’Brien was holding a lever which would operate the cages. Impassively, O’Brien explains that what Room 101 contains is quite simply, “the worst thing in the world.” This varies from individual to individual. For some it may be torture, fire for some one else, drowning for yet others. For each individual, Room 101 held his greatest fear. When confronted with that, courage and cowardice lose their meaning, one will do whatever one has to do to avoid the horror in Room 101 as naturally and automatically as one will grab at a rope to keep from falling.

In Winston’s case, his greatest fear, his worst nightmare was rats and it was rats there were there in the cages in front of him. O’Brien informs him that he is going to open the cages and set the rats onto him. The rats are starving, they will sense Winston’s helplessness and devour him inch by inch. Winston cries out in terror asking O’Brien to only tell him what he has to do to avoid this. O’Brien vouchsafes no answer and lays his hand on the lever which would open the cages. In a total frenzy Winston sees the rats behind the bar and with a sudden flash of intuition realizes what he has to do to save himself. He has to take the final step of degradation, he has to betray Julia. It is no longer a matter of choice, before this threat, he is helpless. He cries out “Do it to Julia! Not me!” Repeating that cry he is aware that the lever has clicked back into place, the cage is closed. His degradation is finally completed in Room 101

What is this I don't even

That's a little disturbing...

That's from 1984, although I think is not the original text, I remember the room 101 sequence to be longer.

Solvay International Conference - 1927

Where's Waldo?

I suffer from seasonal affective disorder either way. When you have Christmas during summer, like we do, you tend to get that. Max temperature today was 30° Celcius.

This is a comparison between asteroid Itokawa and the International Space Station.

I propose we expand the ISS to mach the size of the asteroid. Then, we'll see who's badass.

Banned for denouncing the secrets and lies.

Last night I dreamt I was at this hotel/convention center, which had very big windows on one side, looking at a nearby mouintain. Then, there was this big quake, and the mountain started falling apart. A huge rock slide slammed against the side of the hotel, broke the windows and filled a lot of the convention center area. People screamed and ran. I was able to get away and once things settled, I tried to send a text message to my family to tell them I was ok. Then I sort of wandered off and walked the hallways of the ruined hotel. They were dusty and filled with debris.

It was a very disturbing dream. Probably related to the monster 8.9 earthquake we had last year.

Yes, it does.

Cool.

Also, Blightmare Rarity just gifted me Half Life: Source. Time to kick ass Black Mesa style.

I'm going to do some audio editing.

Then... I shall root my playbook...

Why do you want to root your playbook? More so, why a Playbook and not an iPad or a Galaxy Tab?

I'm contemplating another long ass work day ahead of me.

Yes.

J.C. you totally put that through Google Translate.

Of course. Google holds the answer to 9 out of 10 questions. Wikipedia has the other one.

Holy dooley! Don't put my writings into translate Google! It's evil! If you want I can make a translated version of my random writing! ;( Nuhuhuhuh...

Well, I didn't have much of a choice, did I? You forced my hand by still not having redeemed the game I gifted you on STEAM. I had to get your attention somehow

The one time I went to Poland, I remember talking to some guy and telling him that your language is completely incomprehensible to me. No grammatical or etymological similarities whatsoever (at least, none I could detect) ... it actually sounds a bit like talking backwards.

I even bought a CD that had a song I heard on the radio a couple of times and still to this day play it from time to time. No idea what it says. I do know the name though, this is it.

5eFdt6Y_34E

True story.

-You are a fisherman or pirate? She asked slowly, looking like his face painted in August mixing.

Tom was speechless. He was enchanted by her beauty. I never looked at the face of the Gorgon, once threatened with a change in dead stone. Now, exactly the man I saw before me, very close. Forgot about the wounds and otluczeniach, which has provided the girl carefully.

-Just sailor. Is it ... Dream? - He asked. He feared, however, something worse.

Gorgona not responded. Snake on her head nervously started to wriggle. Each one obserwiwal her body quivering yellow eyes Tom.

You should go see a doctor. Now.

EDIT: otherwise, you'll end up like this.

Seriously though... get to a hospital.

I'm going to play some Deus Ex. See what the fuzz is all about.

Banned for banning him for embracing the honorable tradition of facepalming.

Madness. Pure and undiluted. Usually, I'm all for it, but not for a CoD game.

Right now I'm awake, in the middle of the silent night. I've been editing my 8 bit avatars. I think they turned out pretty good. Maybe I'll watch some Taxicab Confessions on HBO and the go to sleep.

He is looking at you... He sees whether you've been naughty or nice.