“Petche,” his boss had said, “Come here and try on this sling for us. We need another test model.”
Andreas was displaying his latest invention. It was an infant sling for the new parent that, instead of hanging on the side of the hip, would go in the front of the body so as to mimic the natural cradling form of the parent’s arms. The sling was very simple but shrewdly-cut, and would cost little to manufacture even using the best types of elastic fabrics.
Petche reluctantly rose from his chair and walked over to Andreas’s desk, where he was fitted with the sling. Andreas placed two honeydews in the sling and then Petche was asked to walk around the office, pretending to shop for groceries or to bend down to pick up imaginary items.
“Fantastic,” murmured Dr. Neoguri. “How ever did you do it, Andreas? It really does seem to fit all body types – even Petche’s! And look at the way the honeydews stay in place, no matter what he does. Petche, be a sport and jog a little around the room, will you?”
Petche started to trot and noticed to his satisfaction that the honeydews were beginning to jiggle a bit. Andreas walked over to him and tugged at the straps of the sling. “Well, it’s just a minor alteration,” he announced authoritatively. “It should be done by tomorrow.”
“Excellent! Just excellent!” Dr. Neoguri replied enthusiastically. Petche looked away. Andreas’s last design was a fruit basket that ripened different pieces of fruit according to their discrete ethylene levels. The basket had been very popular in Japan and other parts of Asia, where consumers were especially particular about their fruit. Now this new sling of his would surely be a hit as well, whereas Petche had yet to produce a profitable invention.
Their boss looked kindly at Petche. The poor boy was after all, the son of the CEO, and it would not do to make him feel unwelcome in the states. He said jovially to him, “Petche, let’s see what you’ve got!”
Petche eagerly took off the sling and walked over to his file cabinet where he retrieved a white jacket from the top drawer. His boss and Andreas gathered around him.
“Behold,” Petche began, “the most forward-thinking jacket for our new generation of consumers, who demand comfort wherever they go! For millennia nature has dominated man, but now man may truly master nature! Once donned, this jacket will provide at least six hours of constant and instantaneous air conditioning for the wearer, even in the midst of stifling heat! Since the jacket is self-contained, very little energy is required to sustain the small air conditioning unit in the back.”
Andreas interrupted him. “There’s an air conditioning unit in the back?” he asked. “Wouldn’t that be a bit bulky?”
Petche, though secretly annoyed, continued undaunted. “Well, yes, obviously how else would one be able to provide the same level of cooling capacity? But it’s quite small for its power, you see.” He turned the white jacket around and Andreas and their boss bent down to look at it.
“Andreas, I believe some reciprocity is due,” Petche said genially. “Why not to try on my jacket, and see for yourself how chilling it is?”
Andreas looked doubtful, but obliged. Petche went about fastening him into the jacket. “As you see,” he explained, “the wearer must simply strap himself into the jacket at two places – the neck and the side of the torso. In such a manner, the cooling power of the unit will be concentrated in the jacket, and no chilliness will be lost to the hot atmosphere outside. Once the wearer has secured the straps, all he must do is hit this little button on his wrist, and eureka! Instantaneous air-conditioning for the urban dweller as he walks on the street!”
Andreas looked down at his upper body. He was clothed entirely in white, and, having been bound in at two places, the effect was not unlike that of a straitjacket. Andreas cleared his throat and waited for Petche to push the button. When he did so the air conditioning unit at the back, which protruded about three inches from the neck, began to hum softly.
Dr. Neoguri was scratching his head. “Well, Petche, it’s not an altogether bad idea, but it’s a bit unfashionable, don’t you think? I mean, who do you think would want to go around the street wearing this?”
Petched flushed. “Well, um, I am still working on the aesthetic details of the garb, and I hope to streamline the design so as to augment its appeal. But do you not think that it would be very nice to walk around on a hot DC summer’s day, and to feel air-conditioned wherever you go?”
His boss was about to reply when quite unexpectedly, the air conditioning unit in the back of Andreas’s neck began to whirl loudly. Then, very quickly, two unfortunate events happened almost simultaneously: First, the motor in Petche’s air-conditioning unit, its considerable strength belied by its tiny size, propelled the wearer uncontrollably forward until he had crashed face first into Petche’s tall file cabinet. Andreas was moaning and trying to impede the bleeding from his nose when the second and more fatal event happened. Put-put, put-put, the motor whirled, until suddenly, the unit began to emit little fiery sparks of orange.
“Get it off me! Get it off me!” Andreas screamed, jumping up and down and flapping at the back of his neck. He had a very womanish scream, but apparently could not control himself.
“Don’t worry, don’t worry,” said Petche, who was trying to get him to stand still. “I know how to fix this!”
What occurred next would go down in the annals of company history for the next dozen years or so. One of the sparks of orange landed on Andreas’s thigh, and, as he happened to be wearing shorts made from recycled cotton that day, started a conflagration. Now Andreas was screeching in a most girly timbre and writhing about on the ground. Smash, smash, smash, went the little air conditioning unit as poor Andreas propelled himself around the granite tiles, until finally the unit expired with one last sputter. Petche’s jacket, which had been pristinely white, was now covered in black ash. The air conditioner in the back was exposed - wires and all - and the entire garment affected the look of a sad, deranged robot once it had been taken off its wearer.
Andreas had to be rushed to the hospital, where he was treated for second-degree burns. And as for Petche, he was asked to take a short leave of absence - just until things cooled down.
Toda mujer sueña con el día de su boda y mil fantasías pero que pasa cuando algo sale mal, de eso trata mi historia de eso y la tristeza que eso produce. Clara era de esas jovencitas que solo fantaseaban con el día de su boda y al lado de su novio se sentía feliz y protegida. Pero el día en que él le pidió que se casaran ella se sintió la mujer mas feliz del mundo, todo se preparó para la boda, hubo todos los preparativos para que la esperada ceremonia fuese la más hermosa e inolvidable del pueblo y valla que lo sería. Clara pertenecía a una familia adinerada ya que su padre era un empresario en el sector del textil, concretamente era experto en telas finas y de alta calidad. Su madre era la dueña del único almacén de maniquís del pueblo donde vendía las telas y prendas de vestir que le abastecía su querido esposo, allí tenía desde un calcetín hasta vestidos de novia.
Clara escogió el vestido mas hermoso del almacén y todo estaba preparado para el gran acontecimiento del que ella fantaseaba y esperaba desde hacía mucho tiempo. Todo el pueblo fue invitado y Clara estaba tan nerviosa, llegó puntual al altar, pero se dio cuenta que su futuro esposo no había llegado. Pasaban los minutos y no había señas de él, hasta que una mujer apareció en la puerta de la iglesia y le dijo que su novio había huido con su hermana la noche anterior, Clara al oír esto comenzó a llorar su pena, desde ese día sólo lloraba, ni siquiera se había quitado el vestido de novia, su madre le decía que se quitase ese vestido y que viviera su vida, que era hora de superarlo, pero ella siempre le contestaba:
-No mama, yo quiero ser una novia eterna.
Para ella su vida ya no tenia sentido. Su madre al darse cuenta que ella deseaba quedarse así por siempre tomó una dura decisión .LA CONVERTIRIA EN UNA NOVIA ETERNA ya que al ver que ella comenzaba a morir de tristeza pensó en convertirla en maniquí para que así luciera su hermoso vestido por siempre y con el permiso de su madre los doctores comenzaron con su trabajo único en ese tiempo, cuando el trabajo estuvo terminado la colocó en su almacén.
Dice la gente que por las noches ella sale de su aparador y recorre el almacén buscando venganza y cada persona se la encuentra después de la hora de cerrar no aparece al día siguiente, sólo aparece un maniquí más al lado de la novia.
Una noche de viernes santo, se hizo una fiesta en la discoteca mas famosa de Medellín (Colombia) llamada MANGOS, dicen que en un momento determinado de la noche ,entró a la discoteca un joven, que atraía las miradas de todas las jovencitas que se encontraban en el lugar, era alto ,muy bien vestido, con unos ojos algo extraños pero encantadores...
Este apuesto joven se acercó a una muchacha para sacarla a bailar y ella encantada por su apariencia aceptó sin pensarlo dos veces, mientras bailaban él le advirtió que no mirara sus pies ya que se sentía un poco intimidado y no era capaz de seguir el ritmo, ella asintió con la cabeza...
Pero al cabo de un rato no resistió mirar sus pies, ella se quedó sin aliento al ver unas garras horribles y se desmayó enseguida, todo el mundo al ver a esta joven tendida en el suelo corrió a socorrerla, y el joven con el que bailaba ya había desaparecido del lugar.
La muchacha cayó en un terrible estado de coma, y sus padres ordenaron revisar las cámaras del lugar para identificar al hombre que para creencia de todos era el culpable de su estado, pero para sorpresa suya en el video de seguridad se veía claramente que la jovencita bailaba sola por todo el lugar, lo que quiere decir que el hombre no se reflejaba, lo que ya era bastante extraño, y para confirmar esta escalofriante historia en el baño del establecimiento en uno de los espejos decía:
"Viernes Santo, muerte de Cristo, Viernes Santo yo revivo y riego sangre y temor entre los humanos"...
La discoteca estuvo varios días impregnada con un olor a azufre y la joven murió después de un tiempo con unas marcas de quemaduras en la espalda...
¿¿¿Te atreverías a irte de fiesta ahora en Viernes Santo???
Hace unos dos años, en Granada capital, ocurrió un asesinato que llamó mucho la atención. Fue en un piso de estudiantes, donde vivían cuatro chicas. Una noche, dos de las chicas se fueron a sus respectivos pueblos ya que era viernes, para pasar el fin de semana. Las otras dos se quedaron en el piso. Una de ellas decidió irse a dormir al piso de una compañera de clase. Se fue dejando a la otra sola en la vivienda.
Por la noche, la que se había ido a dormir fuera se dio cuenta de que no tenía pijama y volvió al piso a recogerlo. Fue a su habitación y no encendió la luz para no "despertar" a su compañera. Cogió el pijama que estaba en el armario y se fue de nuevo.
A la mañana siguiente, cuando volvió, se dio cuenta de que la policía estaba en el piso y que los vecinos llenaban el pasillo. Se asustó mucho porque no sabía qué había pasado. Se dirigió a su habitación y vio que un "cuerpo" se encontraba en el suelo tapa-do con una sábana. ¡Era un cadáver! ¡Su amiga había muerto! ¿Cómo? Se puso muy nerviosa, un montón de preguntas se atropellaban en su mente y no encontraba ninguna respuesta.
La noche antes un ladrón había entrado en el piso y, estando la chica sola, la mató después de robarle el dinero que tenía. Cuando la chica protagonista fue al piso a recoger el pijama, el ladrón se encontraba en su habitación y ya había asesinado a su compañera. Dicho hombre dejó escrito en el espejo de la habitación, con pintalabios rojo: "SUERTE QUE NO ENCENDISTE LA LUZ".
i just found out that i owe over $3,000 in taxes from last year. it looks like i will have to send whatever money i can tomorrow and then they will bill me in about 30 days. i then have to see what i can do about a payment plan. i also owe my accountant $300 for his work, and he wants me to begin to pay for this years taxes now. so how will that all work if i have $300 to my name? i am kinda numb right now. i am walking a thin line of *everything will work out. it always does.* and *OH MY F*CKING GOD!! WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO DO!?? HOW AM I GOING TO MAKE THIS WORK!? I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS! WHY DO I HAVE TO PAY TAXES?! F**K!!!!* the only good news out of all of this, is that it was originally going to be 5000. but i guess cause i work from home i get to deduct home expenses. so that shaved 2000 off the original tag. i'm pretty sure i have to sell my car. i really don't see any other way to get that kinda money. i know that i can make payments, but if i sell the mustang i can make close to $5000. that will clear up a lot of my worries. so buh bye car of my dreams. i guess i have to focus on other dreams now.
ok, so i'm going to go work on manifesting some more work. the only problem with making more money is that the fu*king country is going to tax the hell out of it. i really hate taxes. how is a person supposed to make any money with this kinda crap. i mean really!? *walks off chanting... i will be ok. i will have the money. all is spectacular in my world.*
I used to have a pretty substantial Dreamcast collection (200+ games, all complete). I sold them all to pay for plane tickets, but I've started collecting bits and pieces again. The only two Capcom games that I never had for Dreamcast were Mars Matrix and Giga Wing 2.
But I finally have Mars Matrix on the way!
It's a Capcom shooter, and one can never have too many of those!
Anybody else have any luck getting Capcom swag on eBay lately?
I love men, big,tall, thick, (pick a color) , I love men.....
Like most men, you have a type...
My type isn't carved in stone, I'm drawn to the big and tall or thick and tall. However, smart funny, a man of intergity often trumps what I'm drawn to.
A bear events, the big/ tall men don't seem to be interested. From San Francisco to New York, it seems that I am wearing a bag of cypotiniet around my neck.
