Thursday, October 9, 2008

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Hitchcock invented facebook!

There is an explanation for the total loss of constancy in updating this blog ... and is summarized in a single, very simple word: facebook .
Facebook is a universe that you swallow and digest you, you suck and you consume. Facebook is the latest dependency group that has enriched hundreds of ophthalmologists and I imagine even Enel. Facebook, especially, has invented a new, modern, amazing way of spy on others.
There was a movie a few good year ago, "Rear Window curtains" of Hitchcock, in which the protagonist because of a broken leg if they are constantly spying on the neighbors through the window and to assist in a murder case. Facebook is the window but the window is a much much bigger: a large window.
Well, that was how Alfred Hitchcock in 1954, invented Facebook.
is touted as a modern social network, where thousands and thousands of people can establish and maintain contact and just create huge networks of acquaintances. Tool used to create groups, communities, promote a product or a character, video, music, find lost friends and former classmates ... but let's be blunt truth: facebook used to be the facts of others, to spy on their photos to see if under "state" is the word "single" or "busy", and possibly with those who, out of curiosity among their contacts and see what comments they leave it to others!
Here, facebook has created the figure of gossip sciura hyperspace, one of those spy that if they are constantly perched on the windowsill to keep an eye on all movements of acquaintances, who turns endless phone calls with other sciuri gossips and considers the waiting room of the doctor operating base operation gossip.
Here in the "social network", the sciuri no longer suffer the risk of thrombosis or lumbago, cyber sciuri here if they are comfortably seated in front of a monitor entertained for hours and hours in espionage interactive, creating networks spinaggio sciuresco, maneuvering between a slalom of links to friends of friends of friends.

Facebook has revolutionized sciura Brambilla!


(sciura) Ophelia

Sunday, August 10, 2008

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Speech therapy for all ...

Language problems? Difficulty in articulating words? Erre zeppole or dull?
your problems, dear friend, I am finished ... came LogOphelia therapy, the only treatment that makes them tongue twisters you really live!
  • Three tigers against three tigers : is ended badly ... very bad ...!
  • Thirty Trentino Trento entered all thirty-trotting : I live in Trento ... if I had seen 33 Trentino entering trotted into town I called the 118 ...!
  • Apelles son of Apollo, made a ball of chicken skin, all fish were afloat to see the ball of chicken skin made by Apelles son of Apollo: I have already explained my concerns about what ... especially on the alleged relationship between Apelles and Pollon, Pollon troublemaker.
  • at the well of washing his mad crazy p ezze. He went crazy mad and threw the pieces into the pit with all the crazy : it must be a nice happy place ...!
  • I see a spider in his kingdom, who works hard, and a gnome who bathes in the pond with a swan : ... just an image ... the gnome and the Swan ... ... mah!
  • Behind that building is a poor mad dog, give a piece of bread to the poor mad dog, but poor thing .. but why not let you by the piece of bread? Fear for the fate of the arm? Then send the other? Ah .. systems bei ...
  • Titus, thou hast dyed the roof, but Tito, knowest not so much about roofs dyed : I ask only one thing comes from ... but because you have taken blessed star, I have a weakness for mica Tito?
  • On cutting board cut garlic, do not cut the cloth: the cloth is not cut and garlic is a serious mistake : witty ... this must be the mantra dell'Antonellina Clerici!
  • door open for those who wear, who does not lead part as well, for those who wear open door, who does not bring part as well: here the twenty-six employees and the Ups at shift change is made are all scratching their heads puzzled ... Starting or not starting? Take or not to bring?
  • On the bench the goat lives under the bench the goat dies : and I wanted to come here ... Why is the goat story above or below the bench just I never got it down ... why did the goats must necessarily relate a bench? Yesterday, finally ... I understood the meaning!
She lived by ....


ophy

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

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There is my inner demon who is trying to make me write ... evidently he feels the need, but my hands and especially my eyes seem to want to refuse.
My demon then took a great run and occupied by force the place at the controls ... So I
, Demon, I'm writing.


Ophelia: So now that you're driving and you have available, unbelievably, the upper limbs and field of view ... you want to write?

Demon: Actually nothing. Not having an object at least, if not to write.

Ophelia, but it is illogical to write in order to write ... you have to write something, phrases with a sense ... a conversation topic as you wish, address an issue, state an opinion ...

Demon: I write sentences that are absolutely makes sense ... I just do not have a different purpose than that for which they are grown: write. I do not need to choose a topic, in fact, I find it rather boring.

Ophelia: a sentence and, as it is born only with the purpose of writing that made any sense but that do not pertain to any topic? Come on, show me, wise guy!

Demon: I've just shown you.

Ophelia: I have not seen anything ...

Demon: you were probably distracted by a thought. If you think the sentences are written only for the purpose of writing, then they are not born. Born fiction and fiction are meant to distract readers from the real function of words.

Ophelia: ... that would be ... write?

Demon: ... that would be ... let write.

Ophelia: to communicate something!

Demon: No, to be communicating.

Ophelia: I did not understand anything.

Demon: well, then we did a good job. You can take back your hands.

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

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Demons Do not Go Breakin 'My Heart

"If you do not love yourself, how the hell you gonna love somebody else?"






ophy

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

How Long Could U Have Lymphnomia Without Knowing

I have the red nail polish ... A snail that produces wool

How will ... two months or so?
This blog still continues to move forward by inertia ... its two or four daily visits to it, thanks to St. Gugole that brings people here who look like as: "pancakes as they say in Trentino (fortaie. .. but you save the whole disquisition on the word ..) or" kitchen sunburn cartoon (sssssì.. I read it just occurred to me is Roger Rabbit .. when at last the poor Christopher Lloyd dissolves in the brine ..) or "spotted unicorn" (where? When? And why no one warned me?!?) Or "pig obama" (which if typed on St. Gugole images from my own as the second result Pig together with Baracco!).
What can I tell?
it rains ... and I'm putting moss!
What I am planning to go see if beyond the Pillars of Hercules, the world ends ... and surely it will be all up in smoke ...!
What I'm trying to study ... that I have an exam in a week and I still make almost 500 pages ... that hope is the last to die!
that a month ago I took a drink with an American friend of Barak Obama ... that this seems so who knows ... and instead it is who knows! What I
red enamel, but to make me ponder the French manicure!
What I am made a picture where I look like a lady of 1200.
What I'm thinking of producing a guide of Trento Pig ... similar to the Michelin Guide, but more Pig!
What I propose for next year's World's Largest Pig .. instead of the Goose largest in the world.
I lost every drop existing art in my blood.
around my head for those who have doubts about everything.
What I want the sun because I bought a nice top with flower shoulders.
that no one cares for my top. What
with that top I'm also a bit 'wrong.
that the heels are not for me. Who here is
scent of tomatoes.
What I feel sleepy and heavy eyelids.
I finished!

Ophelia

Sunday, April 6, 2008

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I want you to know. Yes, you, that foreigners on this blog you're finished entering the search key "snail that produces wool." I want to know because I want to bring a simple, single question: "eh?". I need it. I need to know why the snails produce wool. What type of wool? And above all: "How do they tosarle?".
I also considered that perhaps my abysmal ignorance prevents me from knowing that maybe this is a very famous last book of some equally famous author ... "Snails producing wool" published Feltrinelli or Chess. You know I did, stranger? I plugged in my turn, your key search on google ... but nothing. I found nothing on snails and wool .. but my blog at the fifth position.
If anything I could to open the drawer and write the famous book in my mind ... I can call it? "The snails that produced wool," a book of Ophelia! It would be wonderful. And when the cultural pages of the Republic I will dedicate the space as a promising young Italian literary and I will ask the question "why her, Ophelia promising young Italian literature, he titled his novel like this? Who are the snails?" I, with a grin and fly to the mind that this post will answer, "Well, it is a long story, but I owe it all to a stranger. "For this I need to know who you are and why, because the snails were looking for? not any slugs ... those who produce wool!


Ophelia

Sunday, March 23, 2008

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questions ...

I asked myself three things in this moment of solemn Easter: 1) but today is a national holiday on Easter Island? 2) we must transform White Christmas White Easter in view of the current (in the sense that it is precisely in place ... it's snowing just now I'm writing) abundant snowfall Easter? 3) why did the rabbits symbolize the Passover?

Needless, I am doubtful of some significance ...

While we racked my brains to find a satisfactory answer, Pig is happy to wish a happy Easter to all regular readers, casual readers, readers for mistakes and consenting players (this blog is a prostitute ... one offers something 'for all).



And waiting to show you my business graduate students, I concur with the wishes of the Pig!

(Easter) Ophelia

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

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....

I have not decided whether to be elated, petrified, anxious or simply apathetic. I think I'm a bit of everything ', indeed, the whole lot.
Tomorrow, in fact, today, given the time I graduate.
Hurrah, fireworks! Terror ... reality!
because I never know enjoy the moments when I'd be in seventh heaven? Monday to Saturday already I think, always has been. At the beginning of the holidays already think in the end. On sunny days I think of rain. I'm not not so normal! And who ever said that? None! Eh? Boh!



Meanwhile ... bay! Another lawyer inexperienced in the world ... more eh ... it just felt the need ...!
Oink oink! Oink oink! Just to say "the Pig"!


(...) Ophelia

Monday, March 10, 2008

Subjunctive Wedding Ppt

Unicorn and the Unicorn: homonymy morally harmful ...

There are two crocodiles and an orangutan
tango,
two small snakes and eagle
Real
cat, mouse, elephant
not miss any more;
just do not see the two leocorni.

One day Noah went into the forest
and all the animals around him wanted:
"The Lord is angry will send the flood:
you do not have guilt, I will save you"

There are two crocodiles and an orangutan
tango,

two small snakes and a golden eagle,
cat, mouse, elephant
not miss any more;
just do not see the two leocorni.

And as they climbed the animals
Noah saw a big cloud in the sky and drop by drop
began to rain down:
"Do not I can wait no longer shut the ark. "

There are two crocodiles and an orangutan
tango,

two small snakes and a golden eagle,
cat, mouse, elephant
not miss any more;
just do not see the two leocorni.

And while the sea continued to rise and the ark was
away with all the animals Noah
thought no more of those who forgot:
since no one saw the two unicorns.

There
are two crocodiles and an orangutan tango,

two small snakes and a golden eagle,
cat, mouse, elephant
not miss any more;
just do not see the two leocorni.


I do not know why there is this tendency to educate poor children with songs, fables, but apparently happy that hide deep in a terrible tragedy.



Little Red Riding Hood: a little girl (I think it suffers from some serious cognitive problem of nature) and his grandmother ill with tuberculosis are eaten by a wolf. A hunter shot the wolf and to release the grandmother and the child is doing? Squarta his belly! The creators of CSI and Criminal Minds? Lucarelli or Dario Argento? Dirty mind? No, I grew up reading Little Red Riding Hood, that's all. I suppose. The same fate is up to the wolf tries to eat the lambs, but in that case, the poor beast, as well as undergo an appendectomy that goes from the throat to the groin, also is filled with stones and closed ... so he dies drowned in the river ... and then we are surprised of bullying at school or rampant sadism. Snow White: an orphan girl who is the first target of a hitman hired by her stepmother, then it is housed in a small house inhabited by .. dwarf miners, which should act as scullery maid and finally is poisoned. Cinderella: child exploitation, abuse, fraud, harassment, hallucinations (the poor girl must have starved to think that a pumpkin can become a coach). The red shoes or the gentle giant I think I've written previously ... or poor nightingale is pierced by the thorn of a rose (and Wilde not need comments ...).
Anyway ... continuing with nursery rhymes .. already Ambarabà coconut butt ... three owls on the dresser .. making love with the daughter of the doctor ... but this sucks ... but perversion! Although ... and if that poor girl was just a porn star taking part in an orgy? The doctor got angry ... and believe it ...! Poor man! And now we come to
leocorni ... in two words .. Noah is starting .. took everything .. all animals on the ark ... there are only two sti leocorni. And he calls here and called for the ... sti leocorni are not there. Once started the old Noah, who was also his age, well you forget of leocorni soon, no one has seen.
Ok ... the leocorni are nothing more than unicorns. Now, Noah probably was suffering from dementia and believed that unicorns really existed, they looked everywhere, was also worried! But nothing, not just jumped out of unicorns sti .. eventually forget about it (and here is the confirmation of the theory of senility ..) who cares and cares even unicorns. Children are envisaged this scenario: an old piece of text (and never mind the considerations on the ark and the flood ...) to search for unicorns .. Not finding if they forget common ground, and ste poor beasts, and that perhaps there were simply procreate behind a bush (or maybe they were occupied with the whore of the Doctor's daughter .. or the doctor himself) not feeling that Noah called them, are drowned. Bella
childhood!
I still think that the blue tree and Dodo have their beautiful part of resposabilità as they are grown and my psychotic state that is getting worse! Thanks
Dodò, retrieving a pair of scissors with rounded tips!

(baby.. Is that I was smiling near Sbirulino) Ophelia

Saturday, March 8, 2008

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Yin e Yang

In all the stories that are observed then there is a protagonist and an antagonist.
In all the stories that have left their mark there the good fight against evil, most of the time for the salvation of the world.
In all the stories we used to love as children, the villain was always defeated by the good: it had to go so wrong.
The eternal struggle between good and evil, between Yin and Yang ... that a great time! We have been unaccustomed to this kind of stories, by now addicted tragicomic plot, in which the good becomes bad or that evil wins over good because now the cynicism is coming in our veins, there is no winner or because good and evil vanish each other.
Luckily there is someone that this spirit has kept the childish ... good versus evil ... Yin Yang against ... Pig no?

Yes, Pig in the latter case we blindfolded ... We are against any kind of animal torture ...
Anyway ... This blog has never been very prone to politicization, except for campaigns proposed by swine Pig, but now, at the beginning of the epic battles, a small brackets had to give ...
Yin and Yang ... seems reassuring? Not really if you look over the wiki principles of this ancient Chinese philosophy:
1. Yin and yang are opposites
Everything has its opposite, not absolute, but in comparative terms. Nothing can be completely yin or completely yang, it contains the seed for its opposite.
2. The yin and yang are rooted in each other
are interdependent, originating with each other, one can not exist without the other.
3. The yin and yang fall and grow
are complementary, we consume and support each other, are constantly kept in balance. But there may be imbalances that create problems, the are four possible imbalances: Excess yin, excess yang, yin deficiency, yang deficiency.
4. The yin and yang transform into each
At some point, yin can transform into yang and vice versa. For example, the night turns to day, and the heat in cold, life in death <--- la destra in sinistra, la sinistra in destra...
Yeah .. politics is politics is Yin and Yang ...! So said the wise ... Pig is not it?


(parcondicio) Ophelia