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Seriously, have you even seen my gallery? I'm lucky to have 10 pageviews, let alone 5k. Anyway thanks to all my dear friends who visit my deviantart and specially the ones I've met at devMEETs. You guys kick ass, I'm happy to be friends with ye.
Now I'm off to drink some mead, so yarr.
Now I'm off to drink some mead, so yarr.
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I now have a blog
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Indeed. I need a craetive outlet for something that isn't serious fiction (also, somewhere to practice English freely). So, expect bizarre news, wacky musins and insane ramblings about things selected practically at random. I'd really appreciate a few readers, trackbacks, links and comments, to get the ball rolling. Thanks!
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All surgerized and stuff
2 min read
Well, I had my operation today. Those doctors are like Ninjas, I never even noticed when they put the anaesthetic. I was talking to the instruments girl and then I just fell asleep and woke up in my hospital room with a really sore... everything.
The operation went perfectly, yay, woo, whatever. I've got a 3cm scar just below my belt line and I'm getting my stitches removed on... Wednesday? I think. The damn anesthetic made me lose track of the days. Not that I have a very firm grasp of what day it is during the rest of the year.
Good news are I'm back home, enjoying life for a bit, since I'm on bedrest for about 10 days. That means almost no walking, no physical activity and no sex. At least I've got like a million movies to watch.
Bad news is that my scar hurts. A lot. I can't cough, I can't laugh, I can't sneeze, and if I try to walk... well, let's say I can't really "walk", per se. I can only scuttle, like a crab. It's really pathetic, but at least it doesn't hurt that way. The upside is that since I sleep upstairs and walking down or up the stairs is a huge ordeal that takes like 10 minutes, I get to eat in my bedroom. No complaints there, then.
*clears throat* I want to thank everyone who's given my even the slightest bit of support during these past few days. That's Rapa and Maru and CatBlues and Kassad and Ash and Azrael and Sefi and Bruno and everyone else I'm forgetting about because Diclofenac does really strange things to my head.
Also: For those interested, I suppose I'll use all the free time I'm going to have this week to actually write something for my novel. It's sitting there, idly, at a pretty important turning point and I'm neglecting it. I pretty much know how the story is going to be developed, but I'll likely forget 90% of it when I start typing.
The operation went perfectly, yay, woo, whatever. I've got a 3cm scar just below my belt line and I'm getting my stitches removed on... Wednesday? I think. The damn anesthetic made me lose track of the days. Not that I have a very firm grasp of what day it is during the rest of the year.
Good news are I'm back home, enjoying life for a bit, since I'm on bedrest for about 10 days. That means almost no walking, no physical activity and no sex. At least I've got like a million movies to watch.
Bad news is that my scar hurts. A lot. I can't cough, I can't laugh, I can't sneeze, and if I try to walk... well, let's say I can't really "walk", per se. I can only scuttle, like a crab. It's really pathetic, but at least it doesn't hurt that way. The upside is that since I sleep upstairs and walking down or up the stairs is a huge ordeal that takes like 10 minutes, I get to eat in my bedroom. No complaints there, then.
*clears throat* I want to thank everyone who's given my even the slightest bit of support during these past few days. That's Rapa and Maru and CatBlues and Kassad and Ash and Azrael and Sefi and Bruno and everyone else I'm forgetting about because Diclofenac does really strange things to my head.
Also: For those interested, I suppose I'll use all the free time I'm going to have this week to actually write something for my novel. It's sitting there, idly, at a pretty important turning point and I'm neglecting it. I pretty much know how the story is going to be developed, but I'll likely forget 90% of it when I start typing.
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Surgery! Surgery!
3 min read
Nope, this isn't about Repo! (though I should really write something about it at some point)
I'll make as simple as I can, which doesn't mean much as I really am one for digression and pointless ramblings that lead nowhere. See?
Anyway, I have a varicocele. What's that you ask? Well, it's a certain problem of a certain vein in a certain testicle. Not good, all in all.
I've been meaning to have the surgery done for MONTHS, but the idiot doctors at the Aeronautical Hospital (I used to think they healed planes there when I was little :3) have been postponing it ad infinitum. Finally, they gave me an actual date for the surgery TWO weeks before it, which is fucking unprecedented for these doctors. Seriously, they must have broken some sort of record. I'm being admitted on Wednesday, when they'll take some blood, do a few tests, shave me (NOOOOOOOO... ahem... well, I'm told it itches something awful, but oh well. I also understand that until you get used to it, instead of walking, you more or less... sidle, I suppose is the word). After Wednesday, that is, Thursday (yes!) I'm being operated on. Supposedly, the surgery is quick, pretty painless, and only lasts about 30 minutes if everything goes all right. Of course, there's a one in a million chance something will go wrong. That's what bothers me. Whenever McGyver said "It's a million-in-one chance, but it might just work", it worked. Let's hope that he was just really bad at guessing the odds.
After the surgery, I'm staying at the hospital, watching TV, reading and hitting on nurses (?) for another day, then I'm off to bed, which means lots of time to make journals and go through galleries and whatnot.
That's the short of it. Yes, that's the short of it. You don't want to imagine what the long of it is.
EDIT: If any of you LOVELY people watching me living in Buenos Aires (or, if you're crazy enough, one of my watchers from faraway countries like the US or my dear Saudi friend) want to stop by Hospital Aeronáutico in Pompeya, feel free to do so and make me feel happy. Ask around for Julián Fernández.
Si alguna gente linda de Buenos Aires quiere pasarse por el Hospital Aeronáutico en Pompeya, pasese nomás, pregunte por Julián Fernández (no me conocen como Clashero ahi... giles) y deme un abracho.
I'll make as simple as I can, which doesn't mean much as I really am one for digression and pointless ramblings that lead nowhere. See?
Anyway, I have a varicocele. What's that you ask? Well, it's a certain problem of a certain vein in a certain testicle. Not good, all in all.
I've been meaning to have the surgery done for MONTHS, but the idiot doctors at the Aeronautical Hospital (I used to think they healed planes there when I was little :3) have been postponing it ad infinitum. Finally, they gave me an actual date for the surgery TWO weeks before it, which is fucking unprecedented for these doctors. Seriously, they must have broken some sort of record. I'm being admitted on Wednesday, when they'll take some blood, do a few tests, shave me (NOOOOOOOO... ahem... well, I'm told it itches something awful, but oh well. I also understand that until you get used to it, instead of walking, you more or less... sidle, I suppose is the word). After Wednesday, that is, Thursday (yes!) I'm being operated on. Supposedly, the surgery is quick, pretty painless, and only lasts about 30 minutes if everything goes all right. Of course, there's a one in a million chance something will go wrong. That's what bothers me. Whenever McGyver said "It's a million-in-one chance, but it might just work", it worked. Let's hope that he was just really bad at guessing the odds.
After the surgery, I'm staying at the hospital, watching TV, reading and hitting on nurses (?) for another day, then I'm off to bed, which means lots of time to make journals and go through galleries and whatnot.
That's the short of it. Yes, that's the short of it. You don't want to imagine what the long of it is.
EDIT: If any of you LOVELY people watching me living in Buenos Aires (or, if you're crazy enough, one of my watchers from faraway countries like the US or my dear Saudi friend) want to stop by Hospital Aeronáutico in Pompeya, feel free to do so and make me feel happy. Ask around for Julián Fernández.
Si alguna gente linda de Buenos Aires quiere pasarse por el Hospital Aeronáutico en Pompeya, pasese nomás, pregunte por Julián Fernández (no me conocen como Clashero ahi... giles) y deme un abracho.
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Video + recomendacion/recommendation
2 min read
OMG, Where are they taking the Hobbits!?!?!?!?
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uE-1RP…
Spanish first
Recientemente jugué y terminé el Dreamfall: The Longest Journey. Como juego puro, es bastante mediocre. No hay muchísima interactividad, y los puzzles son más fáciles que en su predecesor. Pero, lo que más redime al juego es la historia. La historia es la mejor historia que ha aparecido en cualquier juego (obviando The Day Of The Tentacle). Un mundo altamente tecnológico con una policía mundial bastante dispuesta a matar a cualquier criminal llamada The Eye In The Sky se desarrolla en paralelo a un mundo mágico medieval. Los giros de la historia son geniales, el tema de la Fe se toca todo el tiempo, las actuaciones son excelentes, y la escenografía está perfectamente realizada. Cualquiera que le guste la idea de juegos con una historia excelente, pruebe el Dreamfall.
I recently played and finished Dremfall: The Longest Journey. As a game, it's rather mediocre. There isn't much in the way of interactivity, and the puzzles are easier than in its predecessor. But the game's most redeeming feature is its storyline. The plot is theb est I've seen in any game of any sort (sans The Day Of The Tentacle). A hi-tech world called Stark, regulated by a murderous World Police force called The Eye In The Sky runs parallel to a magical, medieval fantasy world. The story's twists are amazing, the subject of Faith is prevalent, the voice acting is excellent and the scenery is perfectly executed. Anyone into games with an excellent storyline should give Dreamfall a try.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=uE-1RP…
Spanish first
Recientemente jugué y terminé el Dreamfall: The Longest Journey. Como juego puro, es bastante mediocre. No hay muchísima interactividad, y los puzzles son más fáciles que en su predecesor. Pero, lo que más redime al juego es la historia. La historia es la mejor historia que ha aparecido en cualquier juego (obviando The Day Of The Tentacle). Un mundo altamente tecnológico con una policía mundial bastante dispuesta a matar a cualquier criminal llamada The Eye In The Sky se desarrolla en paralelo a un mundo mágico medieval. Los giros de la historia son geniales, el tema de la Fe se toca todo el tiempo, las actuaciones son excelentes, y la escenografía está perfectamente realizada. Cualquiera que le guste la idea de juegos con una historia excelente, pruebe el Dreamfall.
I recently played and finished Dremfall: The Longest Journey. As a game, it's rather mediocre. There isn't much in the way of interactivity, and the puzzles are easier than in its predecessor. But the game's most redeeming feature is its storyline. The plot is theb est I've seen in any game of any sort (sans The Day Of The Tentacle). A hi-tech world called Stark, regulated by a murderous World Police force called The Eye In The Sky runs parallel to a magical, medieval fantasy world. The story's twists are amazing, the subject of Faith is prevalent, the voice acting is excellent and the scenery is perfectly executed. Anyone into games with an excellent storyline should give Dreamfall a try.
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