the claustrophobic trauma
turned an otherwise nice guy into a kitten abuser



EDIT: ooh! FP! (faints)
(Wed 13th Oct 2004, 23:56, More)

» Horrible things I've done to a loved one

not me, my dad
WWII, my dad and his younger sister playing in front of the house.

A shell explodes VERY near. Luckily the ground wasn't even, and the shell fell in a place where the ground was a bit recessed.

So, the shrapnles travelling in horizontal direction were stopped, and the shrapnels flew around in a sort of cone, sparing the lives of the two kids.

Anyway, the house was fully hit bt the shrapnels. Imagine the scene: a hude boom, plaster falling off the wall, smashed glasses, dust flying around.

My granma was in the house, called her sons and started running to go outside to see if they were ok.

My father to his little sister: "lets lay down and play dead".

Hilarity ensues.
(Fri 17th Jun 2011, 14:08, More)

» Stuff I've found

found stuff is often intriguing, and sometimes creep...
In a box that was being thrown away, together with other junk I once found a dozen of un-opened letters to an Italian soldier at the front in WWI.

I opened them and they were from the guy's girlfriend, who in each letter was more and more worried.

I have wondered since what happened... Was he dead? Was he just leaving the letters un-opened bacause he didn't want to hear from her?

They both will be probably dead by now, and their story will remain untold.
(Thu 6th Nov 2008, 19:31, More)

» That's when I knew it was over...

FUCK YOURSELF AWAY
she screamed and being the cryptoracist she was she couldn't hold from adding remarks about my italian family and it hurted even more because she was right but no I hadn't shagged her friend and she was the fucking bitch that was going out "talking" to that idiot guy so ok, this time I'll really fuck myself away I thought and began collecting my stuff huge heaps of books and clothings and stuff and the bitch kicking my stuff around the room our room and me fighting back tears but hey I won't let that bitch have my fucking LPs these I won't leave behind so I get my rucksack and there you go you pretty racist bitch come get these if you dare I care more about them than about your extra white cunt and giggling and crying trying to call someone to get a place where to sleep and slam goes the door and forget that bitch it won't take long before she's forgotten and I hurry to the tube comforted by the weight of all my vinyl and my fury sweats out of my skin and my eyes and I try lo laugh the thing over and I really must look miserable every body looking at me while I get into the station and that guy that looks annoyed fuck off you well-dressed dickhead no I won't stop for you leave me alone just leave me alone leave me alone.

And then he gets out a huge gun and I can't stop crying and giggling and just while I was lifting my hands up I saw he was in panic and wouldn't stop and that's when I knew it was over.
(Fri 22nd Jul 2005, 13:14, More)

» When animals attack...

robbed by a kite
I was about 12, we were in India at the time.
I was eating a sandwich, when a kite grabbed my sandwich from my hand while I was biting it.

The attack cleverly came from a diagonal direction behind my right shoulder, so I did not see it coming but the kite was able to have a free line of flight passing through the sandwich.

I felt like a soft slap in my face (the wing) and the sandwich was gone. Then I saw the kite re-gaining height with its "prey".
(Fri 3rd Jun 2005, 8:02, More)

» The Onosecond

only slightly related..
Year 1983. First day with the company's brand new PC: 64Kbytes RAM, a 360k floppy and an extraordinary 10 MB hard disk that required an extra case sitting on top of the PC. The system costed the equivalent of $8.000

First thing to do, I said to myself, is to backup the system disk. For some reason, I get to type:

C:> DISKCOPY A: C:

The idiot MS-DOS (2.0 I, think) gets it as a legal command and proceeds to physically copying the sectors of the floppy disk onto the hard disk.

This causes a little confusion with the controllers, and the head of the hard disk begins hitting somewhere with a nice rithmical noise.

Blamed it on the hardware, though, and we had it replaced as defective....
(Fri 27th May 2005, 0:38, More)