Early Valentine

Well, it is not St Valentine’s yet, but this takes the cake (and the bride and the groom) According to this BBC story, the cutie-pies in the pic below decided to elope to Africa for their nuptials, older sister (official witness) in tow.  She was 6 he was 5 and the official witness was 7. [...]

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I liked the bit where it says that the whole thing started on nye when the boy regaled the two girls with stories from his recent trip to italy. He didnt get a stamp on his passport, but he definetely got an authentication stamp as a good storyteller. Girls often proclaim to have and want a guy with a gsoh, which is true, but they never mention that what they really want, is a story-teller (with a gsoh)... their own personal theater... it is tru what that guy Wilde said, that truth is boring... that it must be extremely boring to sit around a table where everyone speaks the truth... and that the very first social person, was some guy who came back from his hunting trip and racounted his experince... greatly exagerated of course... "and then this other sabertooth jumped on me... And I just looked at his eyes... and said 'buddy... you're going to be my dinner...' and I dag my spear deep under his torso... and pushed it as far as I could see it bulging from the back of his shoulders... and then I gave it another sudden jolt... as I could see the stonehead of ths pear appearing... while his claws were slowly being released from my back... his lips turning blue... and the glaze of his eyes started to freeze like ice..."... ......... ................. .......................... a long, reflective pause... allowing time to diggestion...... evetryone is in a semi-trance... they dont know it, but the art of story-telling has been discovered.... then his gaze lifts from the gorund... and meets with thr shinning eyes of one of the cavegirls...... who strangely, is thinking of foreign and exotic lands... where she can run away with him... the continent she is thinking of, will be known as Europe...! (In reality the sabertyooth had had aslow death caused by a mamooth's task blow, while the latter had tried to protect his young from being snatched by a gang of cabertooths... they had succedded, but not without paying the price of the life of one of their members... which in turn was a trophy for our great storyteller... Mika's everlasting greatgrandfather....)

i can see you saw 10000 b.c.

good spinning by the way.

Actually I havent seen it... nisa ta shoh prej nje kopje te keqe, edhe mu shpif direkt... ki parasysh se ky ka bere edhe day after tomorrow... which is the worst acting and most artificial dialogue EVER commited to celluloid... edhe me kete background po hyja ne film me nje fjale... shume i rezervuar... edhe sa pash qe filloi kshtu me karagjozlleqe sentimentale... (Come on, this is 10.000 bc for Jesus-yet-to-come's sake... fuck the political correctness of a multicultural cosmopolitan world...)... e hoqa direkt sepse kuptova "Oh shit... he's done it again... not another nauseating film from this guy..." I just could not take any more of that dialogue as in day after. I liked Godzilla from him though, even though he shouldnt have blown the stadium up at the end.... (at the end of the day, godzilla is a metaphor for the atomic bomb... and we aint got rid of them have we, so why kill Godzilla?)

 

anyway... e kam kete tendence te shkruaj me teper se c;duhet, ndoshta ngaqe eshte mengjes... I know when ive had a good nights sleep, my neurons are firing the next morning... the good thing though eshte se bej autokritike... sa per info, do t'thoja se imagjinata duhet t'jete ushqyer me teper prej noveles (?) se Arthur C clarck... further interpreted from Kubrick... but the tone (this continent will be known as europe... his everlasti greatgrandfather) is pun on discovery channel.

ika nje here se lash kokren e namit...

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