• The Premeditated tirade

    In other words if you fail once it's not over, try again, and again!!

    premeditated tirade

    Failing is not important. The best defence anyone can have is the nerve to face a malfunction, thinking that you accidentally made a fool of yourself is just a miserable excuse…

  • Which one is it (Quiz)

    not like the-other

    One of these is not like the other.... Which one is it?

  • Ingres the Neoclassicists

    Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres is an artist profoundly respectful of the past, he assumed the role of a guardian of academic orthodoxy against the ascendant Romantic style represented by his nemesis, Eugène Delacroix.


    His exemplars, he once explained, were "the great masters which flourished in that century of glorious memory when Raphael set the eternal and incontestable bounds of the sublime in art ... I am thus a conservator of good doctrine, and not an innovator." Nevertheless, modern opinion has tended to regard Ingres and the other Neoclassicists of his era as embodying the Romantic spirit of his time, while his expressive distortions of form and space make him an important precursor of modern art.



    Uploaded on Sep 10, 2010

  • Think with your 'Heart' or 'Mind'?

    Should you sole think with your heart or mind?

    window words

    Think with your heart, not your mind?
    How about minding our hearts into pieces,
    just a bit for everyone, like sunshine's streams,
    a bright light coming from a forenoon windows
    just for a while to remind us that it's out there,
    somewhere out there a weak sun glow throw!


  • Autumn's Venture! (poem)

    Season poetry time again! Already Autumn and its venture stepping into winter. While I was taking this snapshot the other day, these words came into my mind to share with you all! :)

    A blue-bird appeared

    Deep in the forest where an old house stood,
    a blue bird appeared, it seemed to be lost,
    it seemed to be looking for its nest that was.
    Time has past and it's mid autumn's pause,
    soon to be winter, shortly into a chilling frost.


  • Globally - Just Be Responsible

    Although I'm not a heavy beer drinker I find this commercial worth watching because of the cute message in it.

    Labrador puppy

    In essence it's a very effective drunk driving PSAs ever, reminding you to think twice about who you could be leaving behind when you decide to drink and drive. Excuse us while we go back home to our pets and hold them and squeeze them and promise to never leave them for long again.

    Global Be(er) Responsible Day | “Friends Are Waiting” | Budweiser

    Next time you go out, be sure to make a plan to get home safely.

    Your friends are counting on you. Enjoy Bud responsibly.

    budweiser Published on Sep 19, 2014


  • ET seen in a Landfill

    As soon as read, I had deep flashbacks of that time and I immediately thought; has it been that long already, and where has the time flown by so fast? As for the Atari Game? I wouldn't personally know, I've never played any of these games, but I will ask my son what he has done with it? Did you play with that game? If you haven't seen it, here's a sample of the apparent worst video game ever made! CHECK the CBC link below!

    ET landfill

    A documentary film production company has found buried in a New Mexico landfill hundreds of the Atari E.T. The Extraterrestrial game cartridges that some call the worst video game ever made.

    Film director Zak Penn showed one E.T. cartridge retrieved from the dumpsite and says there are hundreds more mixed in the mounds of trash and dirt scooped by a backhoe.

    Atari's E.T. The Extraterrestrial cartridges found in landfill

    Atari buried thousands or millions of copies of failed game in a New Mexico landfill

    The Associated Press Posted: Apr 26, 2014 1:38 PM ET Last Updated: Apr 28, 2014 7:04 AM ET

    Digging up the worst video game ever made



  • Advocating My Rights

    Therefore I advocate my rights.

    Sometime the aches washes off, it's all supine for now and on, therefore I'm not defenceless in front of Indian Hindus or Buddhist and Israeli Jews, so-to-speak I love them all!

    Venite Fideli 22 July-2013

    July wasn't a perfect month for me and a lot of other people in Quebec would agree with me, nagging to just about the same issues: First off - the heat waves, then rain storms, the power-outage, the dreadful train derailment, the oil spills in Quebec and other parts of Canada killing a tremendous number of wildlife in Alberta.

    The forest fires, the second rain storm and its floods, more power outage, the endless anti-Semite cyber attacks flooding my email in-box from totally unknown strangers... as much mail with hatred from people I've never heard of, never seen them, it almost made me feel like a famous politicians. Just imagine; and I'm not even Jewish. I was born from a huge white Christian family (not too religious) but at a very young age when I've asked too many questions during Catechism in school... I received harsh ruler beatings, especially when I've asked why shouldn't I frequent kids my age of other religions? “You don't question God” I was told with a shout.

    I really liked to talk to Shabrema (she was Hindu) and Zoe was Jewish, they knew stuff from other countries to learn from. I wanted to know about India's jungles and Israel's Olive trees, but the Nuns didn't like that so they severely guided us to the right path versus the only Catholic God by force.

    The Italian Franciscan Nuns used wooden rulers to beat me on the legs just beneath my knees (so that the hurt could keep me out of ballet classes) and occasionally they've beaten up my fingers and hands that kept me them inactive for many days, thus I couldn't write or create drawings. I never cried, I learned how to endure pain and never show affliction to anyone. My mental state -refusing to feel pain – somehow washed aches away faster than anyone else.

    Up to this day I can fall and roll down two flights of stairs as it happened about a year ago, be totally bruised from toes to hip, immediately I stood up and walked off as if nothing happened and just continued to my intended direction to the chore, forgetting the startling trauma.

    Then on; as young as nine or ten years old, I decided to become a closet godless-thinker, especially when I saw how the nuns have beaten up my younger sister Reina as well, just because she was left-handed and couldn't write with her right-hand, she was beaten on daily basis.

    The Nuns constantly shamed her and called her evil-witch, (in Italian, Strega, it was her nickname at school) she howled so loud, I could hear her from down the school hall at least 8 classes away. I wanted to run out and somehow help her by comforting her, but I couldn't because of fear to be beaten up again and be deprived of going to ballet class or drawing time. Sometimes I felt selfish for not doing it, but I dreamt about it so many times, I planed strategic plots to how-to yank her out of the agonizing situation, endless number of times. However, like a coward I did nothing but freeze and stare outside the class-room window, let my mind float and listen to the crows that might have covered up her howling while the Nuns endlessly tortured her.

    Reina; from a lovely spontaneous prankster at home, and choral singer at church became a fearful mouse. For Christmas we sung “O Venite Fideli” together as all the pupils at school did, she had a lovely angelic voice.

    In time, I think to shed off being seen as the Strega, the evil-witch as the Nuns called her, something she was not, she embraced religion to the fullest just to please.

    Religious scripture revealed
    being left-handed as evil, and of course it was a lie as so many things written and read in the Bible but the Nuns believed it all and no one ought to question the dreaded scripture that instils fear into a child. I was a child, and I feared being demeaned too.

    As time flew-by as fast as an eye-wink, Reina became an obedient religious junkie. She lost her beautiful voice due to her intense screaming that sometimes sounded like a howling wolf, being forced into a beating session was certainly a nightmare for her, everyone in my family knew it but nothing immediate was done.

    Once, I tried to remind her of these days which she has altogether forgotten, she became very defensive showing off arbitrary Stockholm syndrome effects, accusing me of lying because according to her, the Nuns where Angels sent from heaven and God's servant. Oh certainly! Where have I heard that before, maybe in scary fairy tales whereas a real bad witch cast hideous spells?

    Being stoic -I didn't mind that she hated me with a passion, because although the Nuns beat me up as well, I dared speak up no matter what the consequences were. I didn't change much growing up from a child into adulthood. I've always spoken up when something bothered me. Just as I do right now and in fact I might have attracted hate right into my email-box from an absolute hypocrite hiding behind an unknown surname on yahoo.

    Now, where can I find a wand and some twinkling glitter to amend old warrior wounds that will never heal and keep Anti-Semite off me and my friend's route? But then again -I think I'm so lucky after all at least it's certainly not Noam Chomsky giving me a long lecture with every excuse in the book why terrorist clans have the right to over-take an ancient patch of land and therefore kill Jews, even though Arabs have 55 more countries to preach abhorrence and spread it willingly everywhere in the west as they please , just as they do at home in tribal civil wars constantly seen in the media-news updates.

    Have I told you yet that I love you back as much as you do? Well then, I plead you to stop flagging my facebook images and posts for your own pleasure. I know it's in your nature to sting like a scorpion, but can't you just be a bit more wiser and passively a “Peace Slicker” as the Bible conveys? You sure call yourself activist, not? I think - maybe it must be because the oestrus summer days, it must get people so wild sometimes.


  • Going FEMEN for Amina!

    This is yours truly and Dapheulia going FEMEN for Amina Tyler, do you want to join too?

    Rancid Sis Femen

    "The women, two French and a German, shouted "FREE AMINA" before being held by authorities, Amina, 19, is in custody and will face trial on 30 May for being in possession of pepper spray."


    History: The movement was founded in 2008 by Anna Hutsol (born 1983, most FEMEN members are younger) after she became attuned to the sad stories of Ukrainian woman duped by false promises from abroad: "I set up FEMEN because I realised that there was a lack of women activists in our society; Ukraine is male-oriented and women take a passive role."

    Since then the organization has staged noticeable erotically-flavored rallies (among others) near the building of the Cabinet of Ministers, at Maidan Nezalezhnosti, the Turkish embassy in Ukraine and in front of the Iranian embassy to oppose the expected execution of Sakineh Mohammadi Ashtiani.
    => more Rancid Sis cartoon here:

  • Dark Comedy Festival

    The comedian is so amusing I could not resist create a Cartoon:

    Ranter economist

    ING Superstar Saver Peter J. Radomski saves money

    A brief visit where Peter (with a little help from his friends), offer some helpful, insightful, and even environmentally friendly ways in which you can save money on a day-to-day basis.

    Please vote for the comedian:
    Published on May 30, 2013
    This is his submission for the ING 2013 Superstar Saver contest.

    more Rancid Sis cartoon here:

    Such a fascinating group of people, although you have to be well read and well into noesis of profound substance the inner insinuation of the comedy is easily understood, all of it makes me laugh to tears every time I watch this bunch!!

    Dark Comedy Festival goes from blue to black

    Acts can indulge in public indecency without being kicked out of the club

    By Bill Brownstein, The Gazette June 4, 2013

    The Dark Comedy Festival runs Thursday, June 6 to Saturday, June 8 at the Comedy Nest, 2313 Ste-Catherine St. W., third floor.

    Read more:


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