• 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:

  • Look mean and hike was my motto!!

    Current psychologists are totally brainwashing several generations... as seen in the linked video beneath... As for 'MOI' in my twenties most of my friends and I wanted to be totally independent, all we thought about was exploring the world and learn about history and culture.

    Rancid Sis hiking

    My personal major concern was – look mean, and if I had enough space in my backpack and enough pockets on my hiking gear and outfits to store all my stuff and water - while I tramped from town to town all over Europe... except for that one acquaintance I used to know, she wanted to find a rich husband so that she wouldn't need to work for the rest of her life, not me!! I willingly married late! I had to just because I ended up in a forsaken country that did not accept single women living with a man in the same house, good thing I was almost past my 28th birthday by then, and tired of hiking and learning!

    VIDEO: Meg Jay: Why 30 is not the new 20

    Published on May 13, 2013

    Clinical psychologist Meg Jay has a bold message for twenty somethings: Contrary to popular belief, your 20s are not a throwaway decade. In this provocative talk, Jay says that just because marriage, work and kids are happening later in life, doesn't mean you can't start planning now. She gives 3 pieces of advice for how twentysomethings can re-claim adulthood in the defining decade of their lives.


    Facebook has major dyslexia; I wrote AUSTRIAN ALPS, they gave me Germany :??:
    btw: more Rancid Sis cartoon drawings

  • What is Peace?

    People often ask what is peace? Here's a thought about it, my own view, anyone else?


    Peace, may be many feelings,
    maybe even a fresh breeze
    on your face when it's too hot,
    or a warm shift when it's nippy,
    or hares following you in pairs,
    as long you feel happy, it's fair!


    More Rancid Sis Cartoon here:

  • The 'Pure Laine' and the funny 'Quebecois'

    How much wool does one need to become “Pure Laine?” to become a loyal Quebecer?

    More Rancid Sis Cartoon

    Knitting my 'Pure Laine' sweater: Canada is outstanding however if you live in the province of Quebec there's the “Pure Laine” (pure wool) issue that comes up from time to time.

    For some living in Quebec is complexed because more often than not we have a bunch of back-warded Politicians enticing some citizens to look down on newly-come immigrants that don't totally speak French. Although I'm totally fluently in French and English, something Canadians call bilingual, some “racist” Quebecois think if you don't vote for the 'Partie Quebecois' - the separatist movement you're an Ethnic intruder and you don't deserve to live here. What they forget is that everyone is an immigrant, everyone but the aboriginal North American Native Nation.



    Pure Laine - Épisode 01 - Suis-je Québecois 1 de 3
    Uploaded on Mar 30, 2010
    Racisme / Diaspora / Choc culturel

    Pure Laine - Épisode 01 - Suis-je Québecois 2 de 3
    Uploaded on Mar 30, 2010
    Racisme / Diaspora / Choc culturel



  • Linguistic crackdown on English schools

    Spread the word, anyone concerned about preserving Anglo-rights in Quebec please sign this petition. Share with your friends and family! Arise for righteousness!!

    pauline marois list

    Thousands sign petition against Bill 14: Petition :

    Highlights from Bill 14

    Proposed amendments to Quebec's French language charter
    CBC News

    Thousands sign petition against Bill 14

    Parents fear potential for linguistic crackdown on English schools

    CBC News Posted: Mar 6, 2013 10:41 AM ET Last Updated: Mar 6, 2013 7:36 PM ET

    A petition against the Parti Québécois' Bill 14 is gaining ground as thousands of people add their signatures each day to ask the National Assembly to reject the bill many worry will restrict the rights of Anglo-Quebecers.

    A group of parents with the Lester B. Pearson School Board is speaking out against Bill 14, which would beef up the province's French language charter and, among many changes, restrict access to English schools.

    AUDIO on BILL 14 in detailed notes

  • Tuition freeze debate

    As Gabriel Nadeau-Dubois' role has ended last summer, as Pauline Marois praised his “intelligence” and “audacity” accusing Jean Charest of demonizing the young man who had become a poster boy for the crusade against tuition hike, these days things have changed around - unmarked by the majority, articles here below explains it all.

    Cartoon by Rancid Sis

    It doesn't personally bother me that much as the constant racist Quebec language zealots’ anti-anglo messages which became overwhelming. Yet again for those that don't know me, I'm fully bilingual, as a matter of facts I can hardly remember in what language I may have read a book, as most of the Montrealer having the skill and knowledge of two languages; unless -you're racist chintzy such as this woman in the video below.

    Quebec language debate in the metro

    Tuition freeze debate: Premier Pauline Marois, Education Minister Pierre Duchesne to meet with ASSE to ease tensions

    Radical student group threatening class boycott during Summit on Higher Education

    By Karen Seidman, GAZETTE universities reporter
    February 11, 2013 2:00 PM

    MONTREAL - With more than 10,000 students already poised to boycott classes and protest for a day during the coming Summit on Higher Education, Premier Pauline Marois and higher education minister Pierre Duchesne scheduled a meeting on Monday with the province’s most radical student group to try to ease tensions in what seems to be an escalating dispute on the eve of the summit.

    Read more:

    Well, the summit is still two weeks off but the advance press is not encouraging.

    Speaking to Le Devoir last week, McGill University principal Heather Munroe-Blum described the summit as a “farce.” She related that at a pre-summit meeting, a speaker from Senegal was invited to compare Quebec’s university system with that of Senegal 20 years ago.

    Dan Delmar: Quebec language zealots’ anti-anglo message has a trickle-down effect

    This screaming woman on the Métro is only repeating what PQ and Liberal governments have been promoting for years. Her tone is loud and aggressive, but having government tell the population, “here, we speak French,” isn't exactly delicate, diplomatic or the least bit welcoming either.


  • About Rancid Sis

    This cartoon drawing represents my sisters and I, the age span from the oldest to the youngest is as close as five years.

    Rancid Sis at the beach

    From left to right: Me, Reina, Bianca and Stasia:

    Rancid Sis' name came to life from a German phrase I've heard on daily basis when I was a kid: ''Trink deine Milch, bevor es ranzig wird!'' which means: "Drink your milk before it goes rancid." - so I thought it's so 'moi' – force of habit, since 'Ranzig' was my nickname as well!

    You see; although I was allergic to Milk among many other nasty foods - I was forced to drink it, because my mom thought it was good for me, at the time people didn't know much about allergies or "Lactose intolerance" - primarily it refers to a syndrome having one or more symptoms upon the consumption of food substances containing lactose.

    “Why the Peter Pan outfits?”

    As new as it is, I was asked many questions about the cartoon's outfits, my idea about it, was something I kept in parallel from my childhood and the current Peter Pan syndrome.

    In psychology, Peter Pan Syndrome refers to younger generations' temperament not wanting to grow up and their corresponding immature behaviours. This syndrome is most likely reefed during the 80s/90s generation where the process of a sense of responsibility does not occur nearly as early as it used to. Possibly contributing factors might include over-protectiveness of modern parents, rising costs of living, and increased difficulty in finding satisfactory partners.

    The phenomenon was based on Peter Pan, a character created by Scottish novelist and playwright J. M. Barrie who never ages and acts with carelessness and fearlessly cocky behaviours. The syndrome is more commonly known for boys than girls, who learn responsibility earlier as they become aware of the concept of family, childbirth etc.

    In reality the main thought about the cartoon production struck me as soon as I saw a funny cartoon by Aunt Acid a friend sent me for the Christmas Holidays!

    I posted a poll on facebook for further direction for more production... please help me out and vote.


  • The Lost Bucket

    This is yet another little thought that came up to be when I read inspiring PipperFancy (Christina) – over there.

    ` ` ` ` ` water well garden

    The Lost Bucket

    That depressive day, when you fell into a well
    Down there, haven't you seen something shine?
    It's something I've lost, my old bucket's consign

    Metaphorically or not, will you pull it up for me?
    Fill it up with all the tasks you are bound to do,
    so many more will be appearing in an endless line.

    So many things you have to do to leave a legacy
    this will keep you on, alert and toiling forever,
    living until you're a hundred years old, infinitely.


  • Rancid Sis Cartoons

    My new year gift to everyone is a series of cartoons and thoughts of my own, both; drawing and words are of my own imbecility as always claimed by family when I do something out of the ordinary instead of knitting booties or baking cookies for my grandson!!

    imagination dreams
    Rancid Sis

    Why watch TV?
    Let the sun hit a wall and watch the shadows moving
    you can't miss it, a story unveils and you're involved...
    Imagination without drive is merely a lost dream.
    Drive without imagination just passes the time.
    Imagination with drive can alter our world!


    More here - Rancid Sis
    Copyright © 2013

  • Mediterranean's Time standstill

    Argument, music and dance lives in the Greek's veins.


    Long time ago when I was kid, sometimes during summer vacation my family and I travelled from region to region around the south of Europe nearby the sea shores of Mediterranean to explore other cultures, and learn from it. It was the best summer schooling one can get. This is how my sisters and I, learnt to appreciate history and other civilization.

    I remember well at one time when we reached Greece, something I have seen there remains with me to this day. Although I was a kid in my early 'tens' my mind worked up to observe how every sunset - citizens paraded down the hill in groups to the village plaza to meet at a street Taverna to gather for some entertainment.

    There were groups of old men that held together playing backgammon, there were groups of older women with knitting apparatus all sitting on a bench in a circle and endlessly chatting away. Loud and clear at a certain point they were harshly gesticulating at each other as southerners usually do, some where extremely brassy and some were talking in whispers.

    On some other table a the Taverna there were younger couples between their 20s and 30s... in what seems to be a heated argument of some kind. Since I didn't speak Greek or understood it, my focus was more on the tone of the voice that flexed from an impediment and argumentative pitch to normal accordance, on and off.

    As a kid, I thought nothing to it – for me it was amusing, as we also sat at one table to have dinner, this was an extravagant show for us all, of course in the background there was always Bouzouki music.

    From time to time some of the people of all ages danced in a row as if they had learning lessons for a complicated choreographed motion for a public show, but apparently it was always just spontaneous.

    Many years later when I became an adult, I went back there in a village near Cassiopeia on the Island of Corfu with some friends I knew well, and wouldn't you know, the exact thing was displayed. As if time stood still for years and figuratively waiting for me. Lucky as I was at the time most of my friends were Greek and I was pleased to know that I was getting an interlingual rendition of the scenery to know why they were all so exited in their arguments, as some were so loud that we could hardly hear the music.

    My friends explained and told me: Every time there was a family problem in the village, or a political issue or a need to solve a situation for whoever it was for among their friends and neighbours, the citizenry met at the Taverna with the presence of everyone, such as some captains of the boats, the fishermen, the mayor, the priest or the appointed village leader. No one is better than anyone else, when the community had a common concern to everything. I do indeed know where we live now in the extreme civilized robotic world - things as such do not exists.

    However in some villages in the south of Europe issues gets shouted out among everyone till it's solved as if it was a parliamentarian session, or the psychologist's office or something of the sort.

    My friends added to the explanation, that we may notice when the problem might actually be resolved that night, people calm down and gather in the centre of the scene and happily dance away the night. It's like a huge family and everyone's personal business is everyone concern just like these day we might do on Facebook or blogs with friends we might know and want to share it all with as on that Island in Corfu.


  • Abhorrence to Gambling

    A bantam poem to assert what wasting a lot of time on facebook on gambling means to me, when acquaintances call me-in to obtuse games I don't care about!

    painting Ellen-Morozowski

    Reservedly - many stupidities among others exists,
    some are: excessive gambling, inebriation and drugs
    those that favouring it - often bury their precious time
    and tawdrily waste their lives faster than ever thought.
    Hence these are my main grounds I've debarred such thugs
    I've mentioned it so many times, still I hear her whine


    Bambrette also wrote a poem for a similar issue:

    Poem Theme: Alcohol and stupidity
    by Bambrette @ 2012-12-13 – 06:23:51
    Based on - "Alcohol gives you infinite patience for stupidity."

    Sammy Davis, Jr.


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