Delightfully vulgar and creepily truthful, this blog post is not suitable for pregnant women, minors or pregnant minors.
Here we go:
To take someone by the ass or Prendere per il culo means making a fool of someone, joking or even conning somebody.
Usage Examples:
- So you don’t really own a boa constrictor?
- LOL. No, we’ve been taking you by the ass the whole time!
- Haha!
or
- The commercial says I’m gonna lose 20 Kg in two weeks!
- That must be a take by the ass, there’s no way something like that is doable
or
- I was out visiting my friend Micheal
- Really? Too bad that I’ve met Micheal and you were not with him! Do you really think you can take me by the ass like that?! Continue Reading →
The internet knows things about you which you’re still not aware of. Anything you’ve ever shared, anything you’ve written while you were drunk or angry or in search of attention, is recorded and delineates a big picture of behaviours and thoughts that is bigger than your consciousness.
In particular, what the internet told me recently is that I speak a lot about hair.
In fact, it turns out hair is the topic I tweet about the most.
Hard to admit it, but that makes sense. I’ve always had a love/hate relationship with my puffy, untamable hair. I think it’s a feisty component of my look and (when it gets too long) it makes me stand out against my will. It’s what makes my shadow look like the one of a Playmobil figure and what makes my life motto “Every day is a bad hair day”.
On the other hand it’s also true that 30 years after my birth my hair is still right where it belongs. I’m gonna celebrate that by going down memory lane with a selection of tweets that the Internet is kindly harvesting for me.
September 3. 2013 – Porn Hair
Going to the hairdresser is just embarrassing for me. Why don’t they just invent gloryholes for hair?
Last part of my records-of-the-year list. You can read the previous episode here.
Also, Spotify gently informed me that my most listened record of the year is New Found Land by New Found Land. I couldn’t put it in the list because it’s old, but I’m proud of every single listen. Go listen to it now if you don’t trust me!
#10 at best cuckold avi buffalo
Does the fact that this record made it into the top 10 have anything to do with me having a crush on Avi Zahner-Isenberg? Probably not.
I listened to At Best Cuckold a lot, way more than I did with Avi Buffalo’s first creature. Its dreamy, long guitar solos drove me into imaginary make out sessions with Avi ZI – true – and made the whole thing sound like an alternative soundtrack to La Boum. But then the lyrics bind everything to the ground by adding something that’s dirty, modern and certainly weird (one song features the line “I’m a cheese ball on fire”…erm…ok).
Long story short: Avi Buffalo at its catchiest with expressionist music pictures of modern youngsters’ dilemmas.
Contemporary music doesn’t seem to be very much about Beauty (capital letter intended). It’s about self-expression or differentiation or intellectualism or pain or flashiness or experimenting, but rarely about beauty plain and simple.
Czech artist Marketa Irglova, as a response to that, seems like one of those people who enter the recording studio with the main goal of doing something that is precisely beautiful. And that can be ok, too.
Iceland is a weird, fascinating place that combines inexplicably well the rootless force of nature with the solitude of men and some intriguing popular folklore .
At the end of my trip I was expecting people to ask me about the ongoing eruption of the Bárðarbunga volcano; about elves, trolls, hidden people and whale sightings; about roads and distances and temperatures. But the most recurrent question was one and one only:
Have you met Bjork?
Day number four. The first thing I saw after opening my eyes was my jacket, hanging outside of the first floor window, reminding me how our small gas accident from the night before hadn’t been only a dream.
Ouch.
On that day we followed the north-eastern portion of road number one and went through a dry, grey part of the island.
You know, sometimes volcanoes decide to raise their voices, spit out their hot stuff and erase life all around.
That is pretty scary, if you think about it.
We decided to take a detour on a secondary road in order to explore a more internal part. I don’t remember why we we did it, but I remember the road being so bumpy and annoying that we almost gave up and reverted our route.
But we didn’t. And in the middle of all that uncoloured nobodyness we found a town evidence of human presence in the shape of a church… Continue Reading →
When I bought my first blender I was full of hopes and dreams about it.
I thought I’d become a new, healthier man who exercises regularly and asks his friends “Is this BIO? Oh, right, it’s not, you can really taste the difference”.
The truth turned out to be a little different than that.
