I had a few hard days last week.  I am not sure exactly what the problem was, I was just depressed and unable to really function fully.  I

I did keep up with my diet somewhat but I honestly had a hard time finding motivation to even wake up at times, much less doing exercise.  It was difficult, I am not certain if it had to do with my bipolar or with some new issue, or maybe I was just tired from work.  It had not only being a physically demanding but also emotionally demanding few weeks

"Κακή; Τι στο διάολο σου συμβαίνει Αντώνη; Η κατάσταση δεν είναι απλά κακή, ούτε καν σκατά – είναι μία πλήρης γαμημένη καταστροφή. Είμαστε τόσο βαθιά μέσα στα σκατά που θα χρειαστούμε μία από αυτές τις σκατορουφήχτρες, τα βοθρατζίδικα που χρησιμοποιούν στα ξενοδοχεία για να βγούμε από δω μέσα – και πάλι θα βρωμάμε κι οι δυό μας σκατά μέχρι να πάρουμε σύνταξη." (Translate this ,,,)

"Τόσο άσχημα είναι τα πράγματα Γαβρίλε; Νομίζεις ότι μπλέξαμε; Δεν μπορεί να μας βοηθήσει ο Θείος Τεό;" (Translate this ,,,)


Ο Γαβρίλος αναστέναξε και έπιασε το κεφάλι του. "Ναι Αντώνη, νομίζω πως είναι αρκετά άσχημα – μπορείς να το πεις κι έτσι. Ακόμη κι ο Θείος Τεό δεν μπορεί να μας γλιτώσει απ’ αυτό το μπλέξιμο. Οπως και να ‘χει, πρέπει να σταματήσεις να μιλάς ελληνικά και να συνεχίσεις στα αγγλικά – και οι δυό μας πρέπει να μιλάμε αγγλικά. (Translate this ,,,)


"Μα γιατί Γαβρίλε; Ξέρεις πως τα αγγλικά μου είναι χάλια. Και όταν μιλάω αγγλικά δεν μπορώ να σκέφτομαι σωστά." (Translate this ,,,)


"Αφησε εμένα να σκέφτομαι Αντώνη – εσύ δεν είσαι και τόσο καλός σ’ αυτό. Πρέπει να μιλάμε αγγλικά γιατί αυτό είναι αγγλικό κείμενο. Ο συγγραφέας είναι Άγγλος και οι αναγνώστες θα είναι μάλλον Άγγλοι. Πόσοι δίγλωσσοι αναγνώστες, που μιλάνε αγγλικά και ελληνικά και ενδιαφέρονται για το μεταμοντέρνο ειρωνικό αστυνομικό διήγημα νομίζεις πως υπάρχουν στον κόσμο; Δεν χρειάζεται να απαντήσεις ... Απλά κάν’ το." (Translate this ,,,)


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Yesterday we had two missing kids ... that was bad. They are English kids ... that makes it very bad ... do you know what happened with the McCann kid? ... the press crucified the Portugese police ... made them out as complete idiots ... village idiots ... that's what happened ... can you imagine what they'll do to us ... then  Georgos turns up this bloody email from 2 weeks ago warning us ... an email that nobody has even logged ... so now we have a disaster ... and that's not enough ... oh no ... nowhere near enough .... now we have a fax telling us that that bastard Kolla is coming over to "help" us ... do you know Kolla? ... do you? .... that makes the whole thing add up to a ****ing catastrophe.
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"You're not wrong there my friend, ****ing catastrophe sums it up quite succinctly in my opinion" A short man of perhaps 40 summers stood in the open doorway. Rumpled and shabby he held a cigarette in his left hand - most of the ash seemed to be spread about the front of his jacket. He was unnaturally white for a Greek - grey almost, like the ash of the cigarette that he let fall from his fingers as he moved fully into the room. His left hand produced a pack of Assos from his pocket and he hardly broke stride as he lit one from a cheap disposable lighter that disappeared, along with the cigarette packet with a speed of hand that defied the show of his shambling gait. "That bastard Kolla. And you are?". He patted Antonis on the head "Go and make some fresh coffee monkey boy and bring us some whiskey".


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Gilbert sipped his coffee, letting the steam rise. Lighting another cigarette he looked up and out of the kitchen window. The sky was so clear that the reflection from the white of the outside walls hurt his eyes. The terracotta walls inside seemed to be alight. He sniffed. The dogs began to bark and despite his best efforts the volume and intensity of their barking spiraled with their excitement. The dogs next door were silent but Gilbert heard a gruff voice shouting from the road. He slipped his feet into the flip flops, ground out his cigarette and paused to top up his coffee. He paused half way up the stairs to try and quieten the dogs and as he did so he caught a glimpse of 2 uniformed figures by the gate. A third, much shorter man, stood behind them surveying the house next door. "Do they bite?" asked the taller, younger of the two uniformed police officers. The small man shuffled forward "They are locked up you dolt - who cares if they bite?" Gilbert invited them in and ushered them down to the ground floor. "I don't think they bite ... well they don't bite me ... but why take the chance?   What is it I can do for you gentlemen? Come on in." He opened the stable door and gestured them to sit. "Coffee?" The uniforms looked briefly at each other and shook their heads but the small man, who had drifted over to the bookshelves and was inspecting spines with celerity and a deep attentiveness turned his head briefly and indicated a bottle on the top of the gun cupboard. "Is that a local tsikourdia? I've heard good things of it. I'll take one of those if you'll join me." Gilbert examined this strange squat man who looked like nothing more than a suit of clothes that somebody had recently slept in and nodded "Sure, never too early for raki". Like the clothes he wore the man himself was crumpled and threadbare, grubby and faded. Oddly faded, Gilbert thought, for a living being. He reached down the raki bottle and since he couldn't be arsed to look out the proper raki glasses he poured a couple of fingers into two mugs. "... and you gents?" The uniforms looked to the short man and declined politely. Gilbert was getting a vibe here - the uniforms were terrified of the little man ... no, he was anything but a little man Gilbert decided, short but not small nor little ... a powerhouse if anything. He handed the small man the mug and before he could speak the other had downed it in one and handed the mug back "Very good. Another?". Gilbert watched this fascinating man light a cigarette. HIs nose was prominent and his eyes were deeply set beneath huge hoods and the left one was clearly glass. HIs eyebrows were bushy and wayward. Tufts of black hair sprouted from his ears and his tobacco stained nostrils. "I notice you gravitated naturally to the crime section". "Yes. yes my friend a professional interest and of course the Mask Noir spines are so distinctive. I see you have Dora Suarez - a minor masterpiece in my view ..." his index finger stroked the spine of one particular book "... and Colin Wilson's The Killer. I approve your taste friend". He took the proffered refill and sniffed it. "This is very fine stuff. Oh and you have Manchette too - excellent. He looked across to the uniforms and caught their attention "You two would do well to read some of this stuff. Especially this one by Blake Morrison. Very topical" Gilbert had returned to his seat and was supping at his now near cold coffee. "This is all very civilized but can we get to your business now please? I have things to do today. There are as you are probably very well aware two children missing and I have been helping with the search. I intend to do the same this morning so if you could get to the point ...".

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By the time Alex got back to his flat it was well past daybreak and the queries that he had submitted from the DS had all terminated and a new file marked "public crap" was sitting safely in his trash can. The real trash cans, two of them, one either side of the huge desk were themselves overflowing with trashy comics, learned journals, electronics magazines, bits ripped out of papers and official ministry of homeland documents. And all around the desk more ripped and scrunched paper from sources both esoteric and catholic.

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"Now my friend, you are overstepping the line. If, as you say in England, you want to get sniffy about it we can finish this little chat at the police station. We are aware of the missing children ... and if you are half an hour late resuming this search it will make no real difference I assure you ... this is my investigation now ... " The small man's voice had an edge of menace and authority to it now. He sat himself at the desk and finished his drink.

Gilbert bridled and stood up sharply. "I am not, as yet, your friend mister whoever you are and at this rate I am unlikely ever to be. If you want to throw your weight around then by all means let's go to the police station since you do not seem to appreciate my hospitality. Let me just phone the British consulate and tell them where I am going and I will gladly come with you......... or would you rather have another raki and do this here in the comfort of my home?"

The uniforms, Gilbert noted, were staring at him, mouths agape. The short man leant forward in his seat and proffered the mug, smiling. "An excellent idea ... another drink ... yes let's ... and perhaps we can be friends ...Do you think? ...."       
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Alex kicked a pile of post from behind the front door and strode across to the desk. He tipped the contents of both bins into a matt black machine that resembled nothing more than a post modern compost bin that one might find in Damien Hirst's allotment. He kicked off his shoes in the general direction of the door that he had just come through and bent to scoop up the detritus from the floor. He emptied this too into the maw of the compost bin. He flicked a switch and a sound, a low, painful sound, a cross between a chainsaw and a kitchen waste disposal unit, filled the small cramped room. He flopped into the battered Eames  chair and stared deeply into the huge screen.  Everything he had wanted to know and most of what he needed to know was laid out in front of him in detail - graphic detail in some parts and those parts made him gag physically - psychologically, morally, the whole thing turned his stomach. He formulated 3 more queries and dispatched them into the ether.
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"Tell me Wayne, what the **** are we doing here? We're supposed to be in Turkey ... no, scratch that ... we're supposed to be on our way our way back from Turkey ... we're supposed to have dumped these losers ... and what are we doing? .... sitting in some ****ing dump in the middle of a half-arsed little island in a half-arsed little harbour on a .... forget it ... you don't even care .... do you ....who the **** is puling the strings here? ... does anyone even know were here? ... no ... do they care? ... how could they ... I'll tell you something for nothing, those two next door creep me out ... nobody's gonna tell us who they are or what they did  but ... but they are so ****ing cold ... no feelings at all ... he looks like a geriatric lizard and she ... well, she's ... how do you describe it? ... just makes me wanna chuck ... and so full of herself ... scary shit ... ""

"Wouldja just shut up for a while? ... who cares who they are? ... OK she's real creepy but he seems OK ... cold but OK .... we'll hear soon what to do ... chill, compadre ... lets go get us a coupla beers huh? ... whatja say Al? ... Al looked through the peephole as they left and shrugged.
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 "It is possible," said Gilbert, as he put the bottle on the desk. "Maybe we could start with introductions?". He locked deeply set eyes with deeply set eyes. Green with dark, chocolate brown. And he waited. Patiently he waited. Silently he waited. Holding his gaze he poured himself another raki. "My name is Kolla, Alexis Kolla, son of Nikos. I am a detective, detective inspector if you will, attached to the Athens Department of Police, homicide division, or murder division as I prefer to call it. I have been put in charge of this case of the missing children. I started this morning and I would like to be back in Athens for my daughter's wedding next weekend". Kolla took another drink. Gilbert released his lock.
"Kolla? That would be Glue in English, yes? Or Kleber in German?" Gilbert smiled.
"I suppose so". Kolla smiled too. An odd and secretive truth or knowledge or insight perhaps, passed between them and they both glanced briefly, surreptitiously, to where Kolla had stood while fingering books.

"So, my friend ..." and he paused momentarily, challenging Gilbert to disagree, "let us address the missing children. You knew them well I understand, they came to your house, and a very nice house it is may I say, many times, they were, we might say, regular visitors ... " his flow was stopped dead as Gilbert dissolved into laughter. He sprayed raki across the desk and gasped for breath. Kolla was visibly shocked, disgusted almost. As Gilbert recovered he attempted to speak but could not. Eventually he pulled himself upright and gathered his senses. "Either you have been misinformed mister Kolla or you have been misdirected - literally ..."
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A typically quiiet day on MyT.

Onward, MyT members, blogging as at war,

With the cross old Janus ever at the fore.

Christopop the Master, may no longer crow;

Yet still into battle his disciples go!

Chorus

Onward, MyT members, blogging as at war,

With the cross old Janus ever at the fore.

At harsh words from Larry, Brendano cuts free;

Then for Christian values, storms in bold Maggie!

Sabina  doth  quiver as tempers do blaze;

"Bloggers calm your voices", notice no one pays

Chorus

Like some barmy army rants elle the clod;

Blithely cut and  pasting that in which he trod.

Amicus and Rick's Rants, Peter and Ferret,

Bite as one on wind ups by Jonathan Hemmett.

Chorus

Flighteng may have perished, Goth Queen come and gone,

But the feuds twixt bloggers constant will go on.

Ped and Roo will never smoke a pipe of peace;

Cymbers and my good self? Just call the police.

Chorus

Onward then, ye bloggers, through this spiteful fray,

Unlike gutless flouncers run ye not away.

Colin B and Crabtree, each of them a bore,

May win the odd battle but never the war.

Chorus  - and end.

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Welcome!

I unfortunately have no pets in my current home(landlord will not permit animals), but back at my parent's house I have three wonderfuly lazy cats and an obbsessive compulsive licking dog, ^_^ My cats' names are Xaccy, Putty, and Gizmo. My dog's name is Zoey.

I once was a proud owner of rats. ^^ My first, intial girls were OVAL: Omahli, Vega, Atticus, and Lexie. It's been a year since their passing and I still think about them and miss them.

I recently began working for 24PetWatch. It is a company that is located in Canada, U.S.A, and U.K and is known for it's 24/7 service in reuniting lost pets with their owners by the use of scanned Non-ISO and ISO (International Standard Organization) Microchips and signature metal 24Petwatch collar tags with unique pet identification numbers.

I hope we can become friends. ^_^

-Jess

Now, Before I signed up on this site? I observed all the complaints about the booking of wrestlers, Ect. And in the past few days, I've been watching some DVDs of wrestling from yesteryear, And I came to this conclusion: We have pretty much ruined wrestling for ourselves. Wrestling was just as goddawful back then as people proclaim it to be now. If anything, Its better, As the WWE knows about the IWC and probably takes it into consideration a little (probably not much).

You see, You'd probably like Batista and Jeff Hardy (examples) if there were no hate threads pointing out their deficiencies, As you would only see them on TV the way the WWE portrays them, You wouldn't know about Triple H's supposed political backstage power, Or the fact that Orton's a goon, You'd just see them as their characters, And that's all they are, On a TV show.

Dissecting every tiny point of a show is always the route to dissatisfaction, For instance, One of my favorite TV shows is South Park, But I bet if I found all the little faults with it (and I'm sure there are) instead of just watching it, I'd like it a lot less than I used to before I started doing that. Sure, There are some (not many) South Park episodes I didn't like, Same with the WWE, But nothing's perfect.

And also, It's a kids show. We adults are less impressed by it because we are older, Wrestling isn't meant for adults, We aint gonna buy the merchandise, Are we? I still like wrestling, Don't get me wrong, But even I know it's limitations.

So, My point is, Just watch WWE for what it is, A kids show you still like. It's not a sport, And it's never going to get any better, Kids still love it, So why change it?

Or at least try this, Stop going on forums, Reading spoilers, Joining in on hate threads for a month and just watch the show. It makes it a lot better, Trust me? I watched No Mercy without looking at a single wrestling website for ages and the enjoyment I got out of the show was way more than watching it with a forum on the computer at the same time.

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Following their mega-successful debut double shot of 1994's Definitely Maybe and 1995's (What's the Story) Morning Glory?, Oasis were poised to rule the rock game. But 1997's underwhelming Be Here Now put an end to that.

Ever since, the band has been stuck in rock'n'roll Triple-A. Not quite major leaguers on par with Coldplay, the Chili Peppers, or Radiohead, but able to fill arenas nonetheless. And even though the new Dig Out Your Soul is a welcome return to the supersonic guitars and straightforward songwriting of those early albums, Oasis's cultural moment has passed. The brothers Gallagher won't be getting called back to the bigs anytime soon.

But for sheer entertainment value, they deserve better. It doesn't matter that Noel has no longer got a multiplatinum platform, he still talks like everyone's listening, whether that means beefing with Jay-Z or ragging on Radiohead.

I love it.

And Liam is no quote slouch either. Take, for example, the following Wildean zinger, leveled at the fool who tackled Noel in Toronto: "If it were up to me, I'd have cut his **** off and made him eat it." Not exactly something Chris Martin would say. Come to think of it, what is something Chris Martin would say? Only Gwyneth knows for sure.

And that's why we need Oasis. Slagging people in the press, public intra-band squabbling, releasing albums of tunefully kickass guitar rock, speaking in a British accent -- this is what rock stars are supposed to do! Now, it just so happens that rock stars are a little like dinosaurs these days, but guess what? Dinosaurs are awesome.

CLUB XL for 10.11.08

 KOVACS SET:

• HUMAN LEAGUE - DON'T YOU WANT ME
• NEW ORDER - BIZARRE LOVE TRIANGLE
• BASEMENT JAXX - WHERE'S YOUR HEAD AT
• GORILLAZ - FEEL GOOD (EVIL NINE REMIX)
• DJ SAMMY - HEAVEN
• SOUTH SIDE CREW - GO YOUR OWN WAY
• KIM SOZZI - BREAK UP
• ARMIN VAN BUUREN FT. SHARON DEN ADEL - IN AND OUT OF LOVE
• FRAGMA - TOCA'S MIRACLE
• KASKADE & DEADMAU5 - MOVE FOR ME
• OAKENFOLD FT. PHARRELL WILLIAMS - SEX 'N' MONEY (PUMP-KIN CLUB MIX)
• DIVINE INSPIRATION - THE WAY (VOODOO & SERANO RMX)
• LINKIN PARK - NUMB (DARK SKIES REMIX)
• FIORI - IF I
• THE CRYSTAL METHOD - GET BUSY CHILD
• TONY FALINE - HARD AS YOU CAN
• GABRIEL & DRESDEN - TRACKING TREASURE DOWN (DJ X RMX)
• MARADONA  - OUT OF MY HEAD (SHARAZ REMIX)
• BABY D - TAKE ME TO HEAVEN (AGENT K REMIX)
• AFRIKA BAMBAATAA - PLANET ROCK
• LA RISSA - JAY & JANE
• STERBINSKY & TRANZIDENT - GATES OF OPEN MIND
• FILO & PERI - THE ANTHEM (KOVACS BREAKS MASH-UP)
• BENNY BENASSI - SATISFACTION
• IAN VAN DAHL - SECRET LOVE
• KATE RYAN - SCREAM
• NU NRG - FREE FALL
• MIKE MACALUSO - THE FINAL CHAPTER

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Maybe I should become a record producer after my fun time in the maritime forces, because mixing and putting together music is pretty fun.

Anyways, on to the brasstacks.

You can find it at certain illicit websites (ran by fat women) that deal in this horrible business of pirating music to a country that has absolutely zero market for this sort of stuff.  Too bad it's 20 minutes too long to put on a actual CD-R, a hardyharhar :)

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