Day 98: Are you still out there?

What's going on, guys? Are you all on vacation or something? Is this some kind of weird cycle during which bloggers go mute?

Or is it just me and I have become boring again?

Day 97: Chronicle of a trip to The Heart of Mictlan

I have spent this wonderful long weekend doing a lot of stuff I wanted to do that had been conveniently procrastinated (house chores, basically) with the wonderful excuse of lacking enough time to proceed with them.

Even though, I decided that Friday the Second was the perfect day to visit the monumental shrines and offerings presented by Mexico City’s government at our main square called “El Zócalo”. The sky was clear, blue and cloudless, the sun was shinning, the air was cool and I was in ther right mood, even after spending one sleepless night thanks to my fu**ing neighbors downstairs who threw the most raucous party that ended at 4 am (and the bastards didn’t even had the kind gesture of inviting us over). Needless to say I spent the night watching all my pending Halloween movies, which have gained with the addition of Pirates of the Caribbean I and II.

But anyway, I decided to grab my sun blocking lotion, my cap and my backpack and take the subway downtown.

All an adventure by itself if you take into account I hadn’t used this means of transportation for two years and the service is not what it used to be. Anyway, I was able to make my way to “Zocalo” station and visit the shrines. It is very sad to say they were kind of a disappointment due to the huge amount of people around them. I was only able to get a look at the traditional wood ovens that produced free “pan de muerto” (bread of the dead) for senior citizens and children only, admire the “Tzompantli” with more than 700 plaster heads in remembrance of an ancient Aztec war ritual and admire the monumental Machepaper skeletons of Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera. The rest of the exhibits were so absolutely crowded and the queues were so long that I decided it was not worth even trying.

It was then when I decided that having taken the trip, a visit to The Major Temple Museum was in order, just not to waste the trip. I had forgotten my Teacher ID, so I had to cough up $45 pesos (around 4.20 US Dollars) for the ticket, but I thought it was OK, since this used to be my favorite museum. And I remark the “used to be” because INAH, the National Anthropology and History Institute has really neglected it. Empty cases, missing stuffed animals, low quality index cards, awfully accented tour guides… Obviously they haven’t taken care of it. I am obliged to say, though, that the splendor of ancient Aztec pieces survives the worst display.

The nicest thing was getting home to my husband, take a wonderful two-hour long nap to recover from the party and taste our Bread of the Dead accompanied by a large mug of hot cocoa, which is mandatory during these days.

Templo Mayor pictures by George and Audrey DeLange.

None of these pictures were taken by me.

Reproduced with cultural, non-profitable purposes only.

Day 96: It’s Halloween at last!

Finally we are here, the spookiest, scariest, horrifying and most terrorizing date on the calendar: All Hallows Eve.

Doing a little research on the origins of such a creepy holiday, I found out a lot of interesting information from its ancient pagan origins to the relatively modern introduction of the holiday into the United States by the Irish immigrants fleeing from the Potato Famine in the mid 1800’s.

But why do we find this particular date so fascinating? Personally, I do believe that even the most modern, skeptic, scientific and aseptic 21st century citizen will find difficult to detach himself from the influence of natural cycles, which become more evident on this particular moment of the year and affect our physical performance as days are getting shorter, days are getting windier and the moon looks bigger and brighter than ever.

On the other hand, even though we could be expected to have developed a more rational approach towards reality, the blatant truth is that human race is collectively moving back into a new dark age, reviving the boom for ghosts, divination, Mayan predictions, horoscopes and all the imaginary terrors that go bump in the night. How then, can we forget that Halloween is one of the four marked dates on the Witch Calendar, where the bonds between the spiritual underworld and ours thin and any kind of supernatural being has the chance to roam freely through the night? How can we subtract ourselves from the romantic atmosphere created by candle light and incense perfume? Is it possible that anyone may forget that the last crops have been harvested and it is time to thank and placate the powerful, magical and dark forces of fertility before they go to the symbolic death of the winter?

It is also difficult to forget we take advantage of this time, as I have done throughout the previous posts, to remember the things that used to make us tremble when we were younger, and the process of mastering those fears. Even now we are afraid of different things as grown-ups (unemployment, illness, old age, death, etc.) we are more capable of dealing with them thanks to our previous training in overcoming the overwhelming fear to vampires, ghosts, boogey-men, were-wolves, nahuales, chaneques and supernatural beings we used to think all-mighty, mysterious, powerful and deadly.

Therefore, I salute tonight all the Dark Creatures who dwell on this night, the most magical of them all, who bring us the conscience of power and will.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN TO EVERYONE!

Day 95: Getting Ready for Halloween: Scary Declarations

Yesterday, two of the most important national newspapers, El Universal and La Crónica, devoted huge columns to report Mexican Church’s position on Halloween, published on the weekly paper “Desde la Fe” (From Faith), stating that this celebration undermines catholic values and promotes demonic sectarianism.

(http://www.cronica.com.mx/nota.php?id_nota=330351)

Honestly, I find this position rather obtuse. As I mentioned last year, I stand for the preservation of Mexican traditional holidays, as well as for a bicultural education that permits our children a better comprehension of other cultures, but stating that Halloween is a pagan celebration with malevolent expressions promoted by satanic currents… well now, that is exaggerating.

If we go back into Mexican History, the traditional Day of the Dead was also inspired by a pagan ritual to the gods of Mictlan, the Aztec underworld of the dead. Right after the Conquest, Spanish Church had to incorporate a lot of the ancient rites into their beliefs in order to promote Catholic Religion among the natives, so this particular attack on “pagan rituals” seems totally out of place. On the other hand, adoring a bunch of images on the shrines does look as paganism to me, according to the Old Testament.

But the most interesting point to me here is that nowadays, Halloween doesn’t seem to have anything to do with the old Sam’hain celebrations anymore. As far as the regular Mexican citizen is concerned, Halloween is just an opportunity to buy a bunch of Chinese products to decorate their houses, wear funny costumes, throw raucous parties and allow their children to bother all the condo neighbors with their “may I have my little skull?” (our version of trick-or-treat). More threatening to the Catholic faith would be the “Saint Death” cult, I’d say, but since that is a narco expression of faith, the Mexican Church has conveniently kept silent about this spurious “saint”.

In conclusion, I find this situation rather scary. As I have mentioned before, in the dawn of the 21st century we have learned nothing about the dangers of blind faith and fanaticism. It is obvious to me that Mexican Catholic Church wants to keep its followers in the dark, making them fear any shadow that may “threat” the alleged “purity” of their faith, fooling them with this nonsensical attacks to a celebration that, besides the fun for the children, is nothing but mere mercantilism.

Day 94: Getting ready for Halloween: Scary Videos

I have mentioned before that I am basically a visual learner, that is, everything that makes an impact on my mind has to get in through my eyes. Therefore, some of my best nightmares have been plagued by imaginary delivered by particularly frightening monsters conceived by visual artists who know what terrors make people tickle.

Some of them are presented here for all of us who are addicted to that rush of adrenaline triggered by fear.

1. Thriller, Michael Jackson.

This one I saw when I was around 9 or 10 years old, all by myself at my granny's house, while my mom was taking a trip. I don't quite remember why there were no adults around, or why my brother wasn't there to share my terrors, but what I do remember is that I curled up against the Old English Shepherd my aunt Marissa used to own at that time, trying to keep the zombies away.*
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AtyJbIOZjS8

2. Attack of the Killer Toys, Akira.

First time I saw this particular clip, I hid all my stuffed animals for a month.

3. The Headless Horseman, The legend of Sleepy Hollow.

This wonderful piece, narrated in Spanish by German Valdez, haunted our imagination for many years. One of my favorites nowadays.

4. The Cat with Hands.

I'm not pretty sure where this came out from, but my husband made me see it out of sheer curiosity. Well, unlike the cat in this story, my curiosity was almost killed. I couldn't sleep for a week!

I hope you are still able to sleep on these creepy nights before Halloween, after watching these videos.

BOOO!

*Sorry I was unable to embed the actual video, but that feature has been disabled by you tube. Anyway, hope you can find it in the link provided.

Day 92: Getting ready for Halloween: Scary Books.

Literature in general has had an extraordinary impact in my life, providing me with different parameters under which analyze the world and its events, as well as contact with a variety of schools of thoughts and philosophies that have helped me create a belief system of my own.

I have read books that have made me laugh, and cry, but indeed very few books or stories have made me tremble with fear.

I am glad to present you with my horror stars that have instilled terror into my literary world:

1. Children of the Corn. Stephen King, 1977.
This short story by the master of terror is the first “monster story without a monster” I ever read. You know there is a monster, but you never get in touch with it properly. The idea of a way of life ruled by fear and fanaticism, and exerted by children, more than the monster itself, gave me the creeps.

2. The Exorcist. William Peter Blatty, 1971.
I was lent this book by my best friend (an avid reader himself) when I was 16, after I told him about my fear of the movie. And probably because of that, I started feeling extremely disturbed while reading it, to the point of almost having a stroke when I once was reading late at night and my lap dog unexpectedly jumped onto my bed.

3. 1984. George Orwell, 1949.
I am fully aware that this is no horror book, but a dystopian novel. However, the notion of being deprived of the most essential elements of private life and the ultimate rape of human individualism, more that poverty and war themselves, really shook me up at that time. Even now, the idea of being regarded as nothing more than a sheep in a herd makes me sick

I hope one day you may enjoy being scared by literature as much as I have!

Day 91: Getting ready for Halloween: Scary Movies

And I’m not talking about this farcical title, but the movies that have really made me jump out of my skin.

I do acknowledge the fact that most people will consider my selection childish, even naïve, mostly because the vast majority of grown-ups have been able to conquer their imaginations thus perfectly separating fantasy and make-believe from pedestrian reality. I do know the difference as well, but I cannot help letting myself go whenever I am watching any appealing story. Therefore, the impression made on my psyche by horror movies is by far more intense than others may perceive

The most frightening movies I’ve ever watched are:

1. The ring – 2002, Gore Verbinski (is that name for real?).
Although it was a remake from the Japanese “Ringu”, the visual effects and the unusual treatment of the ghost threat gave me the creeps for weeks. Even my husband, hardened as he is, couldn’t sleep well for three days. Imagine how I was affected. In fact, it was so scary that, to this day, I cannot gather enough courage to watch it again.

2. The Blair Witch Project – 1999, Daniel Myrick.
Honestly, I don’t care if most people regard this movie as a piece of crap. First time I saw it, I had a week’s worth of terrifying nightmares revolving around finding Josh.

3. Más Negro que la Noche (Blackest than Night) – 1975, Carlos Enrique Taboada.
In this movie, 4 friends move into the inherited house of a maiden aunt, with the condition of taking care of her cat. Unfortunately, one of them kills the cat, with the connivance of the other two, and the Aunt returns from the other world to take revenge on all of them, except her own niece, who manages to escape the haunted house by jumping over the fence. The scariest element was that the ghost was not bound to a single place, but managed to hunt the 3 friends one by one even at their working places.

4. The Hand that Rocks the Craddle – 1992, Curtis Hanson
In my opinion, a master-piece thriller. The possibility of unknowingly having the enemy inside your own home and how little nuisances can end up ruining family relationships.

5. Las Momias de Guanajuato – 1972, Federico Curiel.
I have mentioned this one a thousand times before. Enough said.

6. El Ataúd del Vampiro – 1958, Fernando Mendez.
Same as above.

6. The Exorcist – 1973, William Friedkin.
This is a very curious case, since I never got to see it when I was a child, but several of my former elementary school classmates did, and they said it was so frightening and evil I spent years fearing it, until my ex-boyfriend (now my husband) literally dragged me to see it on the anniversary theater release. And indeed I got disturbed enough to almost pee in my pants, until the last climatic scenes where Linda Blair’s head rotates and then the priest suicides (sorry for the spoiler). It was the ultimate incongruence of this sequence of events which broke the absence of incredulity, thus making me impervious to further influence, finally curing me of an unfounded fear, although I bet that, had I seen it at a younger age, I wouldn’t have been able to stand it.

If you ever get to see them, I do hope you enjoy getting scared as much as I did. Enjoy!

PS: Sorry there were no pics, but I haven't learned yet how to crop and paste them from other websites.

Day 90: Getting ready for Halloween: Are you afraid of the Dark?

As I stated last year, Halloween and Dead's Day is my favorite season of the year, now surpassing the thrill of Christmas, given the fact most store chains are already shoveling down our throats every imaginable item for that season.

Being the first of an intended series, I would like to start celebrating Halloween remembering those things, imaginary or real, that used to give me goose bumps and make me tremble under my blankets when I was a kid.

1. Vampires: when I was an over-imaginative 9-year-old kid, I got to see the wonderful "The Vampire's Coffin", with 'Count Duval', the main character, performed by German Robles. It was such an impressing movie that I spent the next 7 years of my life rolling up like a taco the blanket hem to stuff it around my neck at night, just in case the vampire decided to visit my room.

2. Cats: for many years, my family transmited this atavic fear towards these "awful, treacherous beasts", especially due to the strange noises they produce during mating season.

Fortunately for me, this only lasted for a couple of years, until an extremely friendly cat one of my aunts used to own did his best to demonstrate they are not monsters. Nowadays. I have my own cat!

3. Guanajuato Mummies: still being a classic of B series terror movies, "El Santo vs. Las Momias de Guanajuato" became one of the benchmark in my childhood terrors. Watching this gigantic and over-muscled mummy with a horribly rotten face breaking at night into a house to strangle its victims in his powerful grip left me sleepless for countless nights.

4. Snails, worms, catterpillars, maggots: believe it or not, some of the most peaceful creatures on Earth still are the main stars in my worst nightmares. My elder cousins on my mom's side used to throw the snail shells at my brother and I stating that the slime was corrosive. If you take into account I was around four or five years old, you may understand why this turned into a life-long trauma. To the date, it is enough but to glance at them to make me climb up the walls in phobic panic.

5. The closet in my bedroom: not the boogie-man ("el coco", as we call it here), but this dark, deep, full of shadows and lumps, creepy passage to terror. My brother and I never knew what horrible things nested behind its closed door at night, so we left the door open, ready to see any monster who might decide to slip out of it. Funny how we found a closed door more terrorizing that anything it could hide.

6. Ghosts, Spirits and Naguales (naeh-WAEH-les): contrary to other children, I have never been afraid of "La Llorona" (The Mourning Woman), the most famous Mexican spirit, but of all the others. Both sides of my family have collected through the years some of the most fearsome and daunting horror stories any child would love to hear, especially when you get to hear that your grandfather's house had been haunted for several years by a walking shadow passing by the front windows, or the black dog which misteriously climbed the fence to haunt my great-grandfather...

Do you remember what you used to fear...?

Day 89: I survived my wedding

TA-CHAAAAAAAAAAAN!!

Here we are, safe and sound after the chaotic 3-ring-circus my wedding ceremony became. Again, I want to publicly thank miao for her nice support under this affronting circumstances.

Just in case you want to know how this soap-opera drama ended, I will say that the ceremony was routinely formal, except for the fact that my mother arrived shamefully late and barely screeched her tires in time to sign the official document.

Later, she asked my recently-accquired hubby and I to go shopping for her since she had no time to purchase "guacamole" (wa-ka-moh-leh), thus causing our team to arrive, to our dishonor, an hour after all the gests had gathered at the reception.

The wedding cake, as I predicted, was a total bitter dissapointment, given the fact my mother accepted it with such and awful, conventional and wrong decoration, blatantly contravening my precise instructions on it, thus letting the decorator to get his way with it. Fortunatelly, at least the filling was as delicious as I expected, as it was I who decided which one was the more likely to be found tasty by my guests.

The funniest thing (yes, still there was something funny) was that the person my mother made me invite under the premise he was going to provide us with the best present ended up giving

us nothing but his gracious presence. TAKE THAT ONE, MOM!

So here we are, with nothing in our relation changed at all, except for the fact that today, while filling up the required format to apply for an American Visa (which I was granted, by the way), they forced me to include the "De Valdes" on the list of any name I might be called by, an ancient custom I have loathed all my life, since I never agreed on belonging to anyone just by signing a paper. Therefore, I will forever defend my right to sign my maiden name, given the fact I have no license plaque hanging from my neck.

I hope you have enjoyed the tale of this wedding adventures more than I did. Ja, ja.

Day 88: Heterodoxy as a form of individualism

I used to believe that once I reached adulthood I would stop fighting to preserve my individualism (certainly aging had to have at least that advantage, right?), but life and my family have proven me wrong again.

It has been a really frustrating experience to discover that my own family, especially my mom, do not happen to accept that doing things in an heterodox way is not a form of rebellion, but a form to stand for one's believes. It is not that we critizice their way of doing things to prove them anacronistic or invalid, but a desire to stand out from the herd used to doing all things the same old ways, always following the same treaded paths. Developing a unique way of doing things is part of human development towards an effective way of life, thus rendering heterodoxy as a healthy experiment on new ways and trends.

However, I have been told that a mother's greatest dream is to see her daughter getting married as an excuse for not letting me get away with my own "heretic" and "socially incorrect" wedding plans. From the guests to the wedding cake decoration, I have been emotionally blackmailed into accepting a painfully long list of social conventionalisms that outrageously disrupt the solid edifice of my personal convictions, thus tearing apart any chances I might have had of enjoying the event.

Following the sentimental thread, if a mother's deep feelings and expectations over such a grand occasion are to be taken into account, I cannot help but wonder why that mother is not willing to comply with her beloved daughter's own agenda for what is suppossed to be the "greatest day in a woman's life" (sic), especially when that mother has publicly stated that she only has that daughter's best interest at heart. How can anybody say something like that and then completely ignore what the other person trully wants?

To be honest, I have been virtually kicking my own ass for giving in at all these stupid requests. I have been constantly blaming myself for being so week to sucumb at the face of awfully stressing endless arguments. I truly despise myself for not defending "to the last man" my position regarding stupid XIX century customs. Somehow I feel I have again lost a battle to retain the last shreds of whatever personality I might have developed throughout my troubled teen years and tempestuous young-adult life. It has been eating me in the inside that the people who are suppossed to support me have turned into my worst enemies when it comes to "keeping the appereances" in front of a bunch or relatives who don't give a shit whether I live or die.

The only good thing is that all this bizarre circus is gonna be over next Thursday, and my partner and I have sworn to seclude ourselves in a monastery for the whole next weekend, thus being able to rejoice privately about renewing the vows we made when we hit it off TWO YEARS AGO!

Day 87: Fifteen Questions

I do love quizzes because they give me an insight of people. It's like taking a picture of them when they are not aware.

Inés, on Outstanding Thoughts, answered the following, thus prompting me to do the same, and I'd also like to invite you to "get your picture taken".

1. Pick the closest book, go to page 18, and transliterate the fourth line.

"Very well" - she said. "You have passed the first test". (Dune, Frank Herbert)

2. What was the last thing you saw on TV?

"Primero Noticias", the morning news, with Carlos Loret de Mola

3. Beside the noise of the PC, what do you hear?

My electric fan and all the noisy people in the office

4. When did you go out last time , and where did you go?

To the movies, with my husband, to see "Pirates of the Caribbean, Dead Man's Chest" (shopping doesn't count, I guess)

5.What are you wearing now?

Blue trousers, white shirt, black socks, black shoes and a navy blue knitted sweater (I know, I dress like a granny).

6. When did you laugh last time?

Last night, about something funny my hubby said.

7. What is on the wall in the room you are located now?

The company's logo.

8.Did you see something weird today?

A big machine digging a hole in the ground with a huge drill, about 10 m. high.

9. What was the last movie you saw?

"The Fountain", starring Hugh Jackman and Rachel Weiss. Not the best movie, but one of the finest of Jackman's performances.

10. If you become a billionaire tonight, what would be the first thing you buy?

A big house with swimming pool at Las Lomas neighborhood

11. Tell us something of you that we don't know.

I go berserk if I ever happen to lose at something.

12. Do you like to dance?

I love to, but have very few chances to.

13. What names would you pick for a boy and a girl?

Martin and Andrea.

14. Did you planned to live abroad?

That's one of the dreams of my life.

15. What would you like to hear from God when you reach paradise?

"And you thought you weren't going to make it!"

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!

Day 86: Prizes awarded

Keeping my promise of catching up before October 11th, I have placed comments on your blogs.

Anyway, if you want to see the award, here it is.

Dedicated to all people who make learning something fun.

Day 85: Excuses, excuses...

Oops! I’m awfully sorry for not being able to post till today, and worse, not being able to post on your corresponding blogs the thing I intend to be the prize for the trivia, but I have a very good reason.

Ready?

I’m getting married.

Ok, now that you’ve caught your breath after gasping, let me explain, if you missed the first posts, that I’ve been living in partnership with my future husband, so we’re just “officializing” our society.

What’s driving me crazy is that we the bride and groom are certainly not enjoying having to set everything for the “reception” after the Civil Ceremony. Bah! I hate those social conventions SO much, while my mom is becoming a real annoyance and making such a fuzz about it. But I guess, as she said that your only daughter doesn't get married every day.

In case you may be wondering why we’re getting into so much trouble after living together for two years, I must say that yep, this is only the legal requirement, nope, we’re not doing anything religious. And in case you may be thinking bad gossipy thoughts, I’m not pregnant either. But if you thought we’re doing this as a legal trick for the insurance benefits, you thought right. Ja!

So, I’ll do my best to catch up before October 11th.

P.S.: Ain’t you gonna congratulate me?

Day 84: And the winner is...

Okey, I have to admit it. It was very difficult to finally determine a winner for the "Geek of the Week" Award, since all our enthusiast contestants gave their best and got some of the answers right, but no one got all the 25 correct, although torquer might think otherwise. Personally, I have no favorites.

And even if most people may think it unfair, I do believe the prize should be awarded to...

ALL AND EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED.

Keep checking your blogs to see what you got!

And again, thank you for participating, despite the boos and the awwws this result may obtain.

Stay tunned for more exciting (sure, let me dream) quizzes!

Day 83: And finally, ANSWERS TO TRIVIA!

O.K., Bloggers, you've had the whole weekend to check the answers for the "Stop Cathegory 5". Obviously, as miao wisely pointed out, all the answers could be googled, but we appreciate the effort made in using your own memories. Personally, I had to research some of them, and I hope you forgive this old lady, since my memory is not what it used to be (ja, ja)

If you may find any inaccuracies in the answers, please let me know so we can check them again and contribute to increase our knowledge.

And the answers are:

1. The five most expensive movies of all time:

Here we went crazy, because according to Forbes.com, the most expensive films ever made are: Cleopatra, Superman Returns, Titanic, Waterworld and Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man’s Chest. However, according to Wikipedia, they should be: Cleopatra, Spider-Man 3, Titanic, Waterworld and Terminator 3: Rise of the Machines.

I believe the Russian Alexander Nevski and other non-american productions were blatantly overlooked.

2. Five of Shakespeare most famous villains:

According to About.com:

Iago, Richard III, Cornwall, Aaron the Moor, Edmund.

In my own personal opinion, Lady MacBeth counts as well, and should’ve been ranked first.

3. The five richest men on Earth.

According to Forbes.com, in 2006:
William Gates III, United States; Warren Buffett, United States; Carlos Slim Helu, Mexico; Ingvar Kamprad, Sweden and Lakshmi Mittal, India.

As far as I know, in 2007 Carlos Slim surpassed Bill Gates, but I would hate to admit it, whether it is true or not.

4. The five most famous stories of Sherlock Holmes.

According to a 1999 poll by Baker Street Journal, the most popular are:
The Hound of the Baskervilles, The Sign of the Four, A Study in Scarlet, The Valley of Fear and The Speckled Band.

We made no distinctions between long or short stories; just popularity. Personally, my best is A Study in Scarlet.

5. Five enemies of Wonder Woman.

And here the list goes on an on. According to Wikipedia, WW's villains are:

Doctor Poison, Baroness Paula Von Gunther, Ares, Duke of Deception, Mavis, Doctor Psycho, American Adolph, Cheetah, Zara, Queen Clea, Giganta, Anton Unreal, Eviless, Hypnota, Draska Nishki, Third World War Promoters, Gentleman Killer, Minister Blizzard, Blue Snowman, The Mask, The Purple Priestess, Ironsides, Tigra Tropica, Badra, Lya, Anti-Electric, Mona Menise, Circe, Nuclear the Magnetic Marauder, Termite Queen, Duke Dazam, Angle Man, Human Tank, Thought Master, Volcano Prophet, Mirage-Maker, Machino, Time Master, Professor Menace, Professor Andro, Image-Maker, Mouse Man, Egg Fu (sic), Paper Man (idem), Crimson Centipede, Doctor Cyber, THEM!, Morgana, Wade Dazzle, Red Panzer, Osira, Armageddon, Barno Blitzkrieg, Kung, S.C.Y.T.H.E., Martin Markham, Prime Planner and the Cartel, Perfection, Red Dragon, Silver Swan, Captain Wonder, The Adjudicator, Aegeus, Tezcatlipoca (is this a joke!?), Decay, Shim’Tar, White Magician, Dark Angel, Devastation, Cyborgirl and Veronica Cale (pfeuff!).

Any five of these would have done.

Geek of the week will be announced tomorrow.

Thank you all for participating!!

Day 82: One thing to get cheered up

I guess almost everybody has heard about the vocabulary game "Stop", in which you look for words that begin with a certain letter to match several cathegories.

Well, my brother-in-law has taken things a little beyond and last Sunday proposed a game of "Stop, Cathegory 5". This is, you have to mention 5 correct items under a specific cathegory (Oh my gosh!).

Put your memories to the test with this game. The correct answers will be posted soon.

1. The five most expensive movies of all time.

2. Five of Shakespeare most famous villains.

3. The five richest men on Earth.

4. The five most famous stories of Sherlock Holmes.

5. Five enemies of Wonder Woman.

Whoever gets the 25 correct answers will be awarded the "Geek of the Week Award".

Let's play!

Day 81: Lately, my life sucks

Many will regard this post as a mid-life crisis, which I disagree with, but anyway, I can’t help but feeling that my life currently sucks, in the most comprehensive meaning of the word.

Everything began with a medical issue. As many working adults, I found myself suffering from the infamous condition know as “colitis”, which causes abdominal pain for starters (the other symptoms are so disgusting I don’t dare mentioning them, but if you are over 22, you may as well be pretty familiar with them). Therefore, I had to start a series of medical exams, and taking an amount of pills that any addict would find offensive. But nothing serious, not really serious; therefore, so far so good.

But the real problem arised a couple of weeks ago, when one of the routine sonographies showed gallstones, this tiny but dreadful white solid shadows inside the gall bladder, a view to give any one the cripples, especially when the technician goes on with his job without uttering a single word. (I’ve heard cases of chatty technicians scaring some patients to death with a misinterpretation, but I’d rather take that than stony silence). For his misfortune, I’ve seen enough sonograms to detect what shouldn’t be there, and the diagnosis was confirmed by my doctor last Sunday, who told me with this odiously sweet and paternalist smile that I require to be cut in half with a cost between $14,000 to $19,000 pesos (that’s around $1,261.01 to $1,711.36 USCy), which there is not the slightest chance I may be able to gather in the near nor the distant future.

What really made me go ballistic was the absolute confidence which he spoke with. I mean, come on, man! I’m not an ignorant laborer who accepts blindly whatever doctor says (unless it was Doctor House, and even then, I would ask all the whys). There is always an alternative treatment, so don’t dare come to tell me in my face there’s no choice but to cut.

So far, I had been able to emotionally handle all this, by becoming proactive in the face of catastrophe, looking up information on the web, looking for some other doctor for a second opinion, etc., but today my psychology just crashed face-flat on the floor. Probably it is just a trick of my stupid brain due to the bad news, but I have been feeling that nothing is what I had imagined. You know the usual stuff: I’m stuck in a dull job, my budget is always so reduced, my brain is about to die due to lack of stimuli, yadah, yadah, yadah, and now, just to cap it all, I’m sick, not beyond all hope, but seriously enough to make me feel like crap. This is nothing of what I had dreamed for my life at this age…

There is a positive side, though. It’s not cancer, to get started, and there are options, and my family is being oh so supportive. I do see the good things, but I’m on the verge of depression.

Maybe I should try to post the sonograms, to look at them like this weirdo who donated her sick heart to an exhibit, and lived to tell the tale. Just for fun, and let the fear all pass over and through me, so when it has passed, I'll find myself again.

Day 80: Things in common

As I mentioned before, something I was pleasantly surprised to discover was the amount of things I still have in common with the youngest sector of my readers (ja,ja, as if I had those many).

There were two items I found most significant on a personal level: the first was our tastes in literature. J.R.R. Tolkien, Terry Pratchet and Neil Gaiman are common grounds to us (among general, not-enlisted readings), and I think it would be interesting to discuss what each person gets out from them according to age, and how our views on them tend to change as we read them over and over. In yours truly case, what at first was being read as a fantastical entertainment continued to be read as a metaphor on life.

The second item was to discover that miao and I share the idea that we are way too many populating this world. Many years ago, I volunteered in the Voluntary Human Extinction Program, promising not to produce any offspring of my own, although my reasons to do so are slightly different from miao’s. I felt a great deal of relief in finding that I’m not the only “crazy” one that believes that a drastic reduction in human population would be an advantage and not a catastrophe.

In conclusion, I’m happy to find that I still have things in common with the younger sector of the bloggosphere. I’m not that old yet!!

Day 79: Comments on Differences

I'm starting to believe that the first and obvious sign of "generational breach" is music. As mentioned on the previous post, most of my young blogger-peers refer to bands that I've never heard of before.

Just to show you that I am still willing to learn, here's what I found on a quick google search about bands you guys listen to:

- Martín Buscalgia: if I'm not mistaken, the last name should be Buscaglia. If that is right, his website is pretty funny and complicated. I'll keep looking for some biographical info.

- Sankuokai: according to google, this is not a band, but an anime series. I would really appreciate if ines could clarify this point.

- Jazz and Blues: I do believe this is an acquired taste. Altough I bought the "Chicago" DVD, I find modern jazz trully unnerving. The lack of patterns and the chaotic mixture of instruments really gets on my nerves. Which is a pitty, since my husband is such a great fan, but I cannot find the intelectual strength to deal with this; sorry.

-Coldplay: now that's one that at least I've heard about, given the fact they formed in 1998 (still my days, eh?), although I can't remember a single song from them.

The second generational chasm would be, of course, technology. I bet that none of you young technogeeks (no offense meant, just a joke, ok?) would remember what a walkman is, right? Or what life used to be like without cellphones. But please don't get to believe that yours truly is a muggle (defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as a person having trouble understanding modern technology, or something like that). I am perfectly aware of, although not perfectly familiar, with MP3s, iPods, PSPs (thats the name, right?), Wiis, XBox 360s and the likes. It's just that I'm too lazy to invest my precious time downloading all that music you store by the megas, when I can buy it and save the pain. Please take also into account that my home connection is too slow for that. However, I must admit that Jingo has a point, though. Downloading is cheaper and I am a collector too.

Then I get to remember what my brother in law says: that you've fallen into the generational abyss when you mention "Mazzinger Z" and no one knows what the heck you're talking about.

I'll comment on the similarities on a next post.

Day 78: The answers I got

I hope my young friends don't mind my publishing the results I got, since I was sincerely surprised by the variety of good things I'm missing, especially regarding music. To be absolutely honest, I found myself lost with the names of some bands, but I've set myself on the path of enlightment and I'm currently looking for some info about them on the web. Other differences found will be the topic for subsequent posts. On the other hand, I am truly amazed to discover the large amount of stuff we do have in common, making it true that we have no nationalities, but we are citizens of the same universe. This topic will also be discussed later.

yosoyines said:

1. Martín Buscalgia or Sankuokai, both on Indie style.

2. My cellphone, definitely

3. Because in a iPod your percentage of storage increases a lot.

4. Discussions and debates without a practical solution.

5. It has a future, but not a very happy one. More polluted, more violent, and so. But livable.

6. I hope so, if not, i'll be living under a bridge.

7. Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tlokien

8. Mostly personal weblogs, and technological stuff (yes, I'm a geek, hahaha).

jingo said:

1. Anything apart from R'n'B and rap, although there are exceptions. I mostly listen to indie bands and jazz/blues/classical when I'm studying.

2. My digital radio. It records, rewinds, pauses live radio and everything! My 80GB ipod comes a close second though.

3. Because I don't do CDs. If I had bought all my music I'd be a very poor man indeed. People only buy CDs to collect and to be cool - everyone else just downloads.

4. Exams.

5. Yes it is. And I blame America.

6. Of course! If I didn't I wouldn't be working as hard as I do!

7. Don't really read comics, although I did go through a phase... I read a variety of books, but I do follow Discworld, Bryson and Gaiman books quite closely.

8. News. Keep up to date with the world. Research for work occasionally.

and last, but not least, miao said:

1) If I really have to choose, I'd choose Coldplay. Basically I like all kinds of music except hard rock, rap and hip hop.

2) Tough choice, but I'd pick my computer.

3) I don't have an iPod. I buy CDs.

4) Currently, my main concerns are my studies, my family and my friends. And it disturbs me how human beings are doing colossal damage to the environment and the other living things on Earth. I'm all for the voluntary human extinction programme - that is, every couple should take the initiative to not have any offspring (or each couple should have at most only one child, since the annihilation of mankind would also potentially become a very tragic affair, considering all the other beautiful things mankind has accomplished as well, e.g., poetry, architecture, science, etc.), so that mankind will one day naturally become extinct, or at least our population will be reduced so greatly that no significant harm can be done to our planet anymore.

5) Let nature takes its course.

6) Of course! My definition of 'a good career': A job I really enjoy very much, and which allows me to earn enough to get by comfortably and possibly retire early.

7) I like reading Discover, a scientific magazine. Basically I read anything that interests me, and I have interest in many areas.

8) Mainly blogs and academic research. And news too.

And finally, thanks to all the people who have participated in this exercise, giving me an insight of your own personal stuff, and material for several posts.

Thank you all !!

Day 77: Questionnaire for the young

As usual, my dear miao places things in the right perspective. As I spend time complaining about the past (crap! I've grown into an adult!), she has given me an epiphany and make me notice I am obliviating the things that young people are worried about.

Therefore, I want to state that I DO care about what young people are going through, and thus I invite you all readers to let me know the things YOU are interested about by providing me with a reference frame. This are some things I am curious about:

1. What is your favorite music group and what current or style do they belong to?

2. What is the most important technological gadget in your life?

3. Why do you prefer to have an iPod if it requires more work than a CD?

4. What are the issues that cause more anxiety to you?

5. In your personal opinion, does the world in general have a future, is it going to the dogs, or you just don't care?

6. Do you care about having a good career in life?

7. What's your favorite comic/book/magazine?

8. What stuff do you look up for in the web?

Of course, participating in this activity is completely voluntarily, but I will certainly appreciate if some younger people could help this "old" woman (I'm 34, for God's sake =D) to understand your particular perception of the world better, so I can stay tunned, keep my mind young and maybe share something young mates may benefit from, in the intelligence that

Wise is the one who learns from his own mistakes,

but wiser who learns from the mistakes of others.

Thank you in advance for your valuable colaboration (if there are any)

Day 76: Where is everybody?

I can't help but wonder: is this blog not interesting anymore, or is everybody still on vacation?

Where are you, people?

Day 75: No Summer Cherries

When I was a kid, natural cherries used to be so unpopular you could get a kilo for a dime. Well, not exactly, but in those days they were so disliked in comparison with their processed sisters that they used to be really cheap.

Nowadays, I have spent the last 2 weeks looking for natural cherries and found none, in the middle of the Summer, for Heaven's sake! What is going on, I wonder? (besides global warming, I mean).

Maybe it is just a simple stupid excuse to get depressed, but it really makes me sad when I find that some things have irreversibly changed, like the availability of certain fruits that used to be grown in my country, and now we have to import. And most people will scream in my face that I'm trying to live in the past, but let me tell you one thing: there were certain things that were better when I was a little younger, and an individual with my personality is certainly not prone to give up on good things without at least a complaint.

On the other hand, it may only be a seasonal nostalgia, due to the fact that we are already overwhelmed by the ammount of Christmas products displayed at supermarkets, thus completely ignoring "Fiestas Patrias" (Independence Day, for instance), Halloween and "Día de Muertos" (Dead's Day). Maybe it's just the feeling that time is relative, and summer days are flying instead of dragging, as they used to do during my summer vacations.

Even if it's just a childish tantrum 'cause I can't have something I want, I shed a tear because there are no summer cherries.

Day 74: Some things you didn't know about me

1. Two brushes with fame: I had the chance to talk to Stan Lee at the '94 Comicon. When I was leaving the table, he turned to his translator, who happened to be the Vid publishing house official translator, and said "Now, you see, that's English!".

A couple of days ago, I ran into Sergio Sarmiento, a very famous political journalist right outside from my work. I said "Mr. Sarmiento" and nodded... and he nodded back at me!! (but I forgot to ask for his autograph).

2. The only thing I regret in life: not completing my bachelor's degree. I dropped out in 96, and now I've lost two wonderful job offers due to lacking that stupid paper.

3. Books: I've read over a thousand books in my life. Some borrowed, or stolen or bought, but I must confess I've found some books that I definitely threw out of the window, like "Niebla" or "Doña Perfecta". Shakespeare in English has always overwhelmed me, although I'm a pretty good reader both in English and Spanish. Last achievement: finishing "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows" in 4 days (take into account I was working my hellish schedule).

4. 15 minutes of fame: when Role-Playing-Games had their boom in Mexico, I won a second-prize for game-mastering at the aforementioned 94 Comicon, I appeared on TV (in the background, but TV anyway) and in two radio programs. I retired at a 30-player game at which all characters were killed... and they still loved me!!

5. Pets: I love pets. I currently have a wonderful Maine Coon named "Fuzhienran" (the tiger-orchid in Chinese). I've had tropical fish, turtles, mice and dogs. The only ones I hate are birds.

6. Life-Time Record: 8 years of absolute fidelity and faithfulness to my partner.

7. Competition: I define myself as a natural-born-competitor. Since the cradle I used to steal my brother's milk bottles. That thirst to win at everything has taken me far in life.

8. The lone wolf: I spent half of my life trying to fit, and the other half, trying to be left alone. I work better by myself, and defend my private time zealously.

9. Collections: I collect suns, books, lions and superstitions, especially those particular to households or family traditions.

10. Things I am superstitious about: Although I define myself as a skepchick, I go crazy about money superstitions. I never place my bag on the floor or on the bed, for instance. You scare money away!

Feel free to ask any questions just in case you get curious.

Day 73: Why I hate Summer Vacations

Now that Summer Break is finally off I can express why I hate it.

Since I was a child, summer break was one of the most dreaded times of the year. In those days, Mexican schools used to grant two full months off, which meant we kids had to stay stuck at home with nothing to do, since it is not customary to assign summer homework as in other countries. It was the time of boredom. The only positive thing was the opportunity to wake up late and watch over 12 hours of cartoons, when broadcasting systems still cared about the youngest sector of the market.

Nowadays, all that has dissapeared. Kids only get 3 weeks that they spend creating havoc in the tenant buildings' corridors 'cause parents don't want them at home and TV is no longer the best nanny, since the "children schedule" has been traded for the most profitable informertials. Most parents prefer to grant their children free rein and let them sleep late, with the results you can imagine on their neighbors' sleeping schedule.

On the other hand, if I am to be honest, some of the bloggers I keep in touch with usually take vacations out from home, and thus we miss the opportunity to read the only interesting material available at the office, which makes me really sad. They usually post some great pictures afterwards, though.

However, Summer holidays are finally over. Little monsters are back at their cages and restrained by piles of homework in the afternoons, and traffic has gone back to the usual heavyness. Autumn is just a few weeks away, and a little peace has befallen the building's corridors.

Did you have a good vacation?

Day 72: It was my birthday.

Last Tuesday, August 21st, was my birthday. Now I'm 34 - one year away from "discardability age'. Some would start having the 'midlife' crisis. Not me, of course. I knew since 25 that from that point on it was going to be harder. So, at a time I feel tempted to believe everything is going to go downhill, I remind myself my creed:

Who I am: a winner.

Where I am: on the road to something better.

What I want: peace of mind, body and spirit.

Day 71: Eight things my cat has taught me.

1. Cleanliness is good, but never take your bath in front of strangers.

2. If you beg for affection, nobody pays attention to you. Be disdainful, and they’ll come by themselves.

3. Four small meals a day is more than enough to keep you healthy.

4. You want to play, carry your own toys.

5. Nap whenever you can.

6. Allow people to scratch you ears; never your belly, especially the youngest ones.

7. The silent always catches the prey (or the string, or the ball, or your master’s toe).

8. Day is dull, night is fun!

Day 70: My new car

Finally, after months and months of paying installments and waiting, last Saturday my mom delivered my new car to its new parking space, at my building's parking lot.

This car is not new, and has had his good mileage, but coming from my mother's hands, it is certainly in top condition, guaranteed to be tame and safe. It's a red VW standard Pointer 2000 edition, with a pretty sticker of a horse (one of my favorite animals) in the back. I was so happy I couldn't help but hoping up and down when I was given the keys. And my mom was kind enough as to add new floor carpets and a special vacuum cleaner as aditional traits.

I can't wait to be seated at the steering wheel, wrestling my way along the crowded and crazed streets of Mexico City, dodging suicidal public transports, shopping on my own and filling the trunk to the brim with groceries, and leaving parties at any moment we like!!

And you want to know the really good stuff about this?

I DON'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE YET!!

JAJAJAJAJA

Day 69: in the dark

I'm writing this because I saw Miao's request for updating. My dear, you just have saved a blog's life.

Not only due to the criminally huge amounts of work and a power outage that has gone on for a whole week, but a mounting depression that is fighting to conquer the good parts of my brain.

I guess it happens to everyone, even people who have managed to grasp what we regular mortals call "success"... There is a time when the only light you see at the end of the tunnel is the C train.

I must say it is not a wrist-slashing matter, neither the dreaded "middle-age crisis". No, no, no. I have that dealt with since I was in my 30's. It's being stuck in this stinky rat-hole without a chance to throw everything to the dogs just because I'm tied by my household responsibilites. Were I single, I would've quit this shitty place months ago, but I decided, years ago, that I wasn't gonna let my partner suffer for any bad decisions I had made.

But going back to the original point, I've been fighting depression for around a month now. What pisses me is that I'M NOT A DEPRESSIVE PERSON. I hadn't been this blue since my 20's, for God's sake! But still here I am, fighting with all my might these horrible sensation of having become a total loser, unable even to tie her shoes right.

Sigh) Anyway, as I said before, I'm not the only one, and people around me (well, my beloved ones, I mean) are not guilty of this. They are not foreced to bear this burden. Sooner or later, I will rise again, like the fiery Phoenix.

I'll try to keep you updated.

And again, THANKS, MIAO!

Day 68: The nightmarish public loo

I wonder how a problem that seems local may be found somewhere else, given the fact I've been studying how many ideas have found a way to repeat themselves in many cultures before the advent of world wide web, especially in the kitchen, like pasta, bread-covered meat, sauces and so on. In this particular case, I would like to know if this regular problem female D.F. dwellers encounter every day is common to other women in the world.

Any woman who has found herself in the inexcusable need of a restroom in a public place in Mexico City is familiar with the following disturbing and disgusting annoyances:

- Small stalls: there's no public place that hasn't been designed under the fixed idea of saving space in restrooms, and there's nothing more hateful that the fact that, when a lady is pulling down her pants or her stockings in order to take the inevitable seat, she finds herself brushing her clothes or her underwear against the toilet, which are never as clean as one would desire. Absolutely revolting.

- The wastebasket in the toilet: may the Almighty curse whoever came up with that idea, but it is customary to find in Mexican stalls a damned paper basket next to the toilet, where uneducated women discard the used toilet paper, not taking into account how unsanitary that is. And if you consider they are not frequently emptied, you can imagine the amount of germs floating in the air, not to mention the reek...

- Sanitary seatcovers: alas, to be born a woman who always has to take a seat! If the sanitary facilities are not provided with hygienic paper covers, you have to pull meters and meters of toilet paper to place on the seat in order to protect your sacred... parts, which is particularly stressing when you are almost at the end of your resistance.

- The Lady-in-wait: I grew up under the idea this situation was only acceptable at very prestigious, extremely expensive places, but there is a department store, identified by their 3-owl logo, that keeps this funny ladies in the bathrooms, who never empty the dirty baskets, but cut the paper towel (in affronting small pieces) for you, and expect a tip for that. What the f*** is with that!?

- Lack of toilet paper: have you ever finished doing your things just to feel your stomack freeze at the discovery the toilet paper is not present where it should be? Well, if you have ever visited a movie complex or a supermarket in Mexico in the first hours of the morning, that is bound to happen, and nobody will give a damn if you cleaned yourself with your stockings or if you had to run stall by stall holding your underwear between your open legs, 'cause no matter how many times you bitterly complain, it will happen again next time.

- Public restrooms in crowded places: believe it or not, it is not mandatory by public regulation to build public restrooms in places such as bus stations, subway stations or public markets. Whenever you are lucky enough to find one, at the door you will find this angry-looking lady, to whom you have to pay a certain amount for the privilege of access, and who never takes small coins, oh, no. Pesos or nothing. This payment entitles you to receive a piece of toilet paper (which is never to be found where it should be) that never lengths more than 12 inches! If you want more, you must pay extra, and take her disdainful look at your particular needs.

I won't continue making you sick, oh kind reader, with other small but still revolting small annoyances that you may find in the quest for freeing yourself from your particular burdens in Mexico City. I just beg you to let me know if you have happened to experience first hand any similar pains, in order to find comfort and solace in the knowledge of the common sufferings.

Day 67: I'm still alive!! (2nd Cry)

I feel like crap whenever I remember I've been neglecting my blogs, and it really pisses me when the work load gets so heavy I can't even think a single creative idea. But enough complaints. That's what "Planeta Quejas" stands for.

Some unusual things I heard about or found out during this long hiatus:

1. A helicopter was stolen in Mexico City.

As amazing as it sounds, two guys rented a helicopter to take some aerial pictures, beat and tied the pilot up and flew away. No one happens to know where the chopper is right now. It vanished!

2. The ass is truly mightier than the proof.

My company has been about to loose a million dollar project just because one woman is sleeping with one of the fat cats. Despite the huge amounts of evidence provided by my company to proof this woman's incompetence, we almost lost the project! Thank God, the Big Boss heard about this and pronounced on our favor.

3. The naked guys on Reforma Av. are becoming a major tourist attraction in Mexico City.

The "400 pueblos" (synonym of tribe) continue their demonstrations wearing nothing but their long hairs (ejem) next to the Independence Monument. Hundreds of foreign tourists didn't miss the opportunity to video the naked mass. (Personally, I think human body is something beautiful... when it's in good shape!)

4. Intelipet makes your pet more intelligent.

Dog food brand 'Intelipet' claims their products can make your dog more intelligent. Rumor has they don't make cat food 'cause they would end conquering the world.

And so far these are the news for the week. And I'm still here!!

Day 66: Some things you don't know about me

It all got started because a friend of my Spanish blog tagged me regarding certain things you'd like to take with you to a desert island, which I find funny 'cause nobody in his right mind would willingly be stranded on a piece of rock in the middle of the ocean. But I can tell you about some of my favorite things:

1. CDs: although I don't like singers per se, Mecano and Miguel Bosé are my favorite singers. I've got every single CD they've issued, except Bose's last one, which honestly sucks.

2. Books: my collection ammounts up to 300, but there are some which will always have a special place in my heart, like "Don Quixote", "The Three Musketeers" and "Mort".

3. DVD´s: another eclectic topic, varying from "Akira" and "The Grave of the Fireflies" to Disney's movies, but my all time favorites are "Lady Hawke" and the one and only "The Crow", with Brandon Lee.

4. Comics: again, I don't follow neither heroes nor series, but there are some I would certainly save from a fire: "Night Cries", "The Sandman Series", "The Books of Magic" and "Watchmen". The last one rocks!

5. Cartoons: They deserve a paragraph for themselves. "Batman the animated series" and "Remi" are some of the collections on my shelves.

6. Clothes: I'm nothing of a feminine woman at all, so a good pair of jeans, a long, thick cotton t-shirt and a good pair of trainers or hiking boots along with my indispensable baseball cap work well enough to me.

7. Relaxing activities: I'm a lazy bum, so I prefer lazy activities, such as reading, sleeping, going bowling and going to the movies. Nothing very exciting, but fun for the brain.

8: Pets: I like animals in general, but my favorites are cats, horses and dogs. Ferrets are ok, but after a while they seem just like stupid cats.

I'm not mentioning any toys since that was the topic of a past post.

There you are. I guess that's more than enough for starters when you want to know something relevant about people. My favorite technique is to ask about this items, and then about the details. You can have plenty of hours of fun at a party.

Day 65: How to cover you are waisting your time at work

What are you suppossed to do when you are at work, after finishing all your tasks, and you have nothing else to do? Most Personnel Managers would say that you have to make your free time a productive one. I say you must take a rest, especially if yours is a very demanding job.

So, what can we do to conceal our doing nothing? I recommend the following tactics:

1. Pick up the phone: when you're doing nothing and you are able to hear your boss's footsteps down the hallway, pick up the phone and fake you're in the middle of a very important conversation. That'll give you enough time to turn around and seem busy.

2. Keep files open: when you're working with the PC, keeping several windows open will mantain the impression you're working hard while you hide your blog behind them (which is exactly what I'm doing right away).

3. Deal with old paper work: either filing all the papers you've scathered over your desk or cleaning your drawers, that gives you a good chance to relax your mind, exercise your muscles and give an impression of tidiness and commitment while keeping your mind blank.

4. Surf the web: when you work for Purchasing, Research or something related to computers, you can hide your illicit activities by opening tabs related to those products your company deals with.

These are only some options I have come across throughout my working experience. If you happen to know others, please let me know so I can seem productive while fooling around.

Thanks!