The FEMENomenon

Posted on 12/10/2013 by freelander

Nothing greater than the Femenomenon has arrived to the European “political life” since Cicciolina; and even better, since Ilona Staller was a professional actress, which only hampers the arousal, whereas these glowing youngsters of glorious traits are true impromptu performers full of inspiring freshness. They claim fighting the sex industry and, by my faith!, sex industry has come across hard contenders, because there are no professionals apt enough to compete with the natural, willing and fervent strip from convinced exhibitionists. Besides, not without reason has always been told that those coming from nuns’ schools are the best, the most prurient and daring. Never, oh!, pleased the gods to give me such a lover. I wish the FEMENist movement big success and prosperity, and may the recruit many new members, to bestow their triumphant youth onto papers’ front pages and to news’ backgrounds, thus ousting the boredom of porn magazines and movies. If Femen does us this mercy, I laugh at the sanctimonious scenes of prudish Hollywood, and at the cheap strippers of Spanish cinema.
Besides, these women have operated big changes in me. While feminism was a matter of fat, ugly women, I confess that it never got a hold on me; but this new Femenism won my support for their cause in thirty seconds since their first performance, months ago. Now they make their premier in Spain and the totally win my will. Now I’m an enthusiastic and convinced Femenist. Not any longer I see, like before, objects of desire in these angels’ bodies, but desirable tools or weapons for protest; and I subscribe any motto as long as it comes written in their divine skin-banners. Their twin arguments, merrily looking to heaven, thanksgiving for all that wonder with their big blind eyes, have an overwhelming strength. I collect their swollen sentences, steady like faith, and I set them as my desktop background to show the north of my dreams, and to season my dawns.
Divine Femenists, sweetest Lara, I call on you! Pack out the media, the whole country, with your combat weapons, and keep scandalizing the religious moral of this inveterate sinner.

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Fix for Macbook white screen of death. Shame on Apple!

Posted on 18/12/2011 by freelander

If one day, on booting your Macbook (likely, after doing some serious modification to your hdd or filesystems), you hear the startup chime but you get an empty white screen showing no activity at all, which stays there forever, then you’ve come across the dreaded white screen of death.

In order to fix it, first you can try the (sufficiently explained somewhere else) recommendations of the sort: insert the System Install medium, reset the SMC, reset the PRAM, hold down the Option, C or N keys, boot off the network, etc. But if nothing of that works, don’t panic! Don’t pay much attention to posts out there saying that your hard drive/motherboard is “fried”, nor take yet your machine to the Apple service for getting stolen once again. There are many chances that nothhing is wrong with your hardware. Follow the steps I explain here and, instead of a very expensive repair bill, you’ll probably only spend (depending on your model) $12 on a Phillips #00 screwdriver, plus maybe $14 on a Torx T5.

Now, before you proceed to the fix, I think it’s good you read this brief explanation about how a Macbook boots, so you know what’s going on.

The sequence is more or less like this: the EFI firmware tries to boot either off the hard drive or off another bootable medium (a CD/DVD unit, an install USB stick, the network, etc), if previously so set via OS-X’s Startup Manager. Now, let’s consider the two cases, starting from the second: when the firmware is NOT set to boot off the hard drive, it looks, as instructed, for the alternative boot medium that it was told; but if it doesn’t find it (or the medium isn’t bootable), then it will automatically revert to booting off the hard drive. However, when the firmware is set to boot off the hdd (which is the default) and this drive isn’t bootable (for whatever reason) then it WILL NOT automatically try to find any other alternative boot media, so it doesn’t boot at all, thus presenting to you the white screen of death. This is the stupid logic for which you’ve paid a fortune, instead of buying a cheaper and bullet-proof PC.

Now, how can you work around this problem? Here comes my “copyrighted” fix. It’s quite simple:

Step #1. With the help of the screwdrivers that I mentioned above, remove your Macbook’s back cover and unattach the hard drive from the motherboard (in iFixit you have a great tutorial on how to do it. Don’t be afraid. It’s extemely easy, and even fun. I’m sure you can do it). Having NO hard drive at all is the only way to force the system firmware to automatically look for alternative boot media. So, now

Step #2. simply make available such medium (USB, DVD, network…) and, voilá!, after one minute or so, you’ll take a deep sigh because when you see the little spinning icon, and the laptop will boot. Congratulations: you’ve done the most difficult part; the rest is easy:

Step #3. Once your laptop booted, it’s essential that you go to the Utilities menu, open the Startup Manager and set the computer to, next time, boot off anything except the hard drive, or you’ll be in the same SHITuation upon next boot! Next,

Step #4. attach again the hard drive to the motherboard and reboot. It should boot as instructed, presenting no white screen. Now go again to Utilities menu and, using the Disk Utility, repair or (in the worst case) format your hard drive, as needed.

That’s all! SHAME on Apple for neither fixing their firmware nor offering this solution it in their support webpage, but, instead, joyfully getting your money twice: first when selling their crap, second when fixing it.

Notice: I am the “discoverer” of this fix, and I’ve published it here for Apple’s shame and for your benefit. If I’ve spared you one week anguish and/or a $500 bill at the nearest Apple workshop, you might like to show your gratefulness by inviting me a beer. Simply donate here what you’d pay for a beer in your favourite bar. Cheap and nice, huh? 😉

(One last word: due to the excessive amount of comments to this thread, no newer can be posted. I believe that most doubts or questions have already being posted and replied. Please read carefully throughout the comments, because your answer is probably there.)

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Twelve moons

Posted on 15/10/2010 by freelander

When I was between my twenties and my thirties I had a great love. Back then, I promised to myself that some day I’d write her story; a story that would astonish – if not shock – any reader who wouldn’t simply opt for disbelief. But what! Wasn’t she the most exceptional, the most overthrowing, fiendish and maddening woman that any man could possibly have? Now, half as many years later as I was in that time, and soundly healed from all the grief that I underwent thereafter, I’m offering this story to you.
She brought to my life as much misery and affliction as a man can endure; yet, one hour by her side was worth a week of woe, and I was granted many more of the former than of the latter during our twelve full bittersweet moons together.

She was a girl in a thousand.

Lewd as a cat in heat she was, sporting a red lipstick wound for a mouth that, when widened to a broad bright smile, underlined the gaiety of two dark-brown piercing eyes upon an oval face, contoured by a long copious black mane cascading both sides over the shoulders as low as the tip of her swollen, preternatural firm teats that pointed up to heaven in a silent and continual thanksgiving to the divine powers that forged them.

On our amatory strivings she made a total and blind offering of her anatomy, not scrimping a single inch of flesh, a cleft in her body or a twist of her flexible figure. There were no prohibitions or unfulfilled fantasies with her, no refusals or lame procrastinations. Magnanimous, obliging and grateful, she would promptly get aroused; and often, the touch of a passionate kiss or a caress, the tickling stimulus of an ardent word whisperd by the ear, or simply the heat of my intense, kindled stare, sufficed for her to accomplish one more of those countless orgasms that, like beads in a rosary, she would thread into a longlasting ecstasy that lingered on until eventually she almost lost her conscience, her sense of place and time, and fainted; an ecstasy that would finally drive me as well to a devastating paroxysm of pleasure.

Oh, was she nymphomaniac? Not exactly; rather, she was the sex just because. Always ready for it, but not ruled by it.

Nothing and nobody could actually rule her. Such was her almighty will. Generous and unsatiable, but free above everything. She wouldn’t take any bounds to the flesh or to the heart, though she would willingly give you her soul on an only condition: no questions and no reasons. Questions annoyed her and she would only answer you with lies; smart lies whose secret was only hers, but that you would believe; lies that overlapped each other, subtly dragging you with them one more step towards an abyss of madness. And reasons? There was no other reason than her own sovereign will; and if her will was yours, what else could you ask?

But don’t try to deceit her! She would quickly uncover the sham no matter where this lay, and whatever you could do, she could always do better. If you wanted to fool her, she fooled you twice. Victorious in any battle, her brain could rival with the most outstanding ones: witty, sharp, funny, invincible. She could scan your thoughts and read into your mind, and all the passion and ardor that used in bed would turn into cold steel at the least suspicion of her freedom being hampered; then her look and words would cut like a chisel.
Was she insane? Demented and paranoid? Of course she was! Totally unsound. But hers was a godly disorder, the very source of her conspicuity and strength.
For twelve moons she was my god and my priestess, offering me her whole self; and though she was alien to pain I swear – I swear that I once saw her weep.

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