Mucosy Pinkish Period

Amado

was going to title the post "is not dead yet this blog" journal or whatever the hell you call it here folks. Even erased an "I'm not dead yet" but it is totally false, it is not dead :-) but I have no plans to write more here.

Usually I do not want anything to write something personal, non-technological. If you step here is to read the occurrences, miracles and events of life of friends "real life" . Unfortunately do not have a blog with feeds, but what can you do, there will be sacrificed by opening the browser from time to time: - /

The fact is that today, now, I felt an IRA and, in capitals no terrorist group but anger that urges me to commit terrorism.
And
in the real life one can not now complain about something I do around here.

remains dedicated this entry, which is probably the last, to my beloved and hated paper:

"I love the paper. I love having a book in my hands, run my fingers through the leaves, feel, smell and especially reading. And I, like most environmentalists, coñazo , we charge the planet if we keep cutting down trees instead of recycling all paper possible. For years

recycle all paper that passes through my hands as I could, I bought in stationery products for recycling but are more crappy.

But every day I come to realizing the true use to which it gives to all that recycled paper, cheap advertising for businesses. I get home kilos and kilos of paper. No joke. Keep all the brochures, magazines and rags that they come home through the mailbox or under the door and make accounts. Damn it. But in what world do we live if recycling more publicity I get home?

Today was the high point. I have to do a short and miserable lazy trip to the recycling bin next street carrying two bags full of brochures and vile papers which are not due to my use and would not be seen or touched with my hands. There are boxes I eat cereal. They are not written books or folios. No. They are fucking SPAM of real life .
And that pisses me off. "

following, much more useful compared to the current one that is complaining in a blog read by people posting their photos, comment on stories of their lives or others and other postpartum Conas interneteras: find an solution to the damn advertising.

Although it send emails complaining about the companies reporting that NEVER buy their products by harassing me with your advertising. Although it is totally useless and absurd. But this pisses me off impotence.

Or maybe a poster type "not to get publicity under the door " and a" not to put advertising on the box "with its tagline " responsible advertising company, the complaint by my balls " ..."