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Since Monday already onlain the new episode of the podcasts, but I was in Berlin at the Intercontinental hotel because Edemege believe Obama likes or Iron Maiden, and hence the internet cost a stupidly high amount of euros. So I had to Tomaso (my computer) kept all these days in the safe. But now back in London and I'm already installed in the apartment from Edemex, washing clothes in the washer smart.

So here I leave the podcasts, the iTunes Store or Lower him here.

Now, about my trip:

To get to London had to make stops in Nuevayor, but a snow storm my flight canceled and I was stranded there in the "big apple" (I still do not know why you say so, right now guguleo ... now, is silly horse racing, but Fitzgerald said he and tons is fine). In the snow my flight from Mexico pa 'also delayed beyond horrors, and between that and slow trains all the snow and so I almost dawn to Manhattan, home of my Aunt Irene, who was traveling, was just my cousin Ian. By the time nor talked to him and went straight to bed, and plaff, superdormí me.

Every night my kitties sleep with me and licks my face Charlotte. Well that night (this morning, rather) I dreamed that a paler version of Charlotte licked my face and then I bit his arm. When I awoke I realized that there was no been a dream

Oh hi.

is the newest addition to my New York family (not my father's side, they live more pa up to Canada, and do not handle the pet). It's the same age and size of Charlotte, and have very similar personalities, Lola is just fine and it is believed the dog, and Panela, because it takes their toys pa to the fans. In addition, called Lola! Is so close called Lolcat. Uf, how beautiful.

Uchuchuchu.


I is upset.


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Well, I was stranded there. Tons I walked, I went to the cinema to see Up in the air, I went to Beacon's Closet, and the day came and my flight to London I had lunch with my dad and my sister and my Aunt Pauline gringa.

Note that my winter clothes is the same as last year. Ps yes, pa buy more if there in Mexico or use.

And I well confiadota taking beers and eating buffalo burger and yes jijijojojaja which parent view and the time and bang it through that evening, and forces me to take the LIRR instead of a taxi and poof I get running the airport and forces that American Airlines does not help me and zap I miss my flight.

TOING. Having high Pa

pendeja policy that dictates: if you lose a part of your itinerary, everything else is going to hell. So do not mind that I managed to get to London on foot or by boat, my return ticket to Mexico did not work. OCH. Tons canceled everything, and it is supposed to use my ticket to travel off somewhere else next year, but stopped everything in Nuevayor, can only be from Nuevayor, and its exchange rate from $ 250 ... to the yard, or who want to travel with them again (eggs American). I bought a new ticket and stayed a few days in Nuevayor and took the opportunity to spend Christmas in Saratoga gringuísima.

That was not my ship, but of a family that we visited. But Christmas is the true metal.

also to walk around Brooklyn:

wanted to this store who recommended Patrick , but it was closed.


Restorán fail: not handled coffee with milk or chicken fried steak with potatoes, as the legitimate chinomexicanos.


Laundry chida.



Showcase dark.


old Factory.

the YooHoo also tried a chocolate drink that would Gonzalo fans (if not already is):

And

. Then, 26 came to London at last, and went with Edemege empedar. We went from bar to bar. The next day we went to Berlin, which is poquísimamadre. The first thing we did was go to the hot dog stand, I ate a currywurst:

Then

Went by AI, skunks and skunk and I wanted to go to the supermarket to buy a combing cream, because I could not travel with mine and I can not walk through life with fluffy hair. It was very difficult to find the right product for ps basically everything was in German, until I saw one that had a drawing of a lock:

cream proved to be the worst in the world.

Since we were in the supermarket, oOOoOOOobviamente took the opportunity to go to take pictures of cereal boxes:

And to take a picture Edemege next to the giant bottle of Bacardi:

the past I also found Fame as a model for cat food boxes:

We walked through the streets:

would kill for these seats.

Bear mops.

Cafecito cool.

computin Das.

Marvin und Das
quetzal.

Tele abandoned.

Edemege That Guei could be "much dineroooou."

drank this chela, whose logo would be banned in Mexico because is it that a child is inside a jar of beer. That certainly encourages the consumption of alcohol by minors. That is why Germans are so drunk, is the scientific explanation.

And today dawned snow everywhere.

And me go to sleep. Then tell them more. At last I returned to London and tomorrow I'm going to start meeting in earnest. Uauauaua sleep.

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Christmas (title with little imagination).


Happy Holidays! Yes, as is Christmas I wish everyone who reads the blog (when raramante posting) a Merry Christmas and hopefully receive the gifts they wanted. As these are time happy (yes, I received my gift xD a 500gb external drive * ¬ *) for family holidays (blah, blah, blah ... but what I tell my family very much, but it is what he is usually right?). In recent days I've been on vacation in the fansub (Vacation? Not true, I'm just being lazy), so I'll see how to make this post a "special Christmas post (all do D:)

Shana wish you a Merry Christmas.

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Already the second episode of The Podcats!

The Podcats # 2: Christmas

The Podcats

And iTunes also: click!

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How are the podcasts now online!

Gonzalópolis and I already have Podcats. This is the first episode.

*** UPDATE:

already available for download on iTunes and subscribe there merol:

Click!

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And without going any further: Michel Houellebecq knows Platelet Platelet

Yes. Hot or sit. I am going:

Since Fred told me that it was possible that Houellebecq himself was in Poetry Out Loud, I recontraemocioné and tweeted and Retweet and I could not imagine what it would see on stage at a guy who I admire so much but at the same time I feel so bad.

And time spent in blown and suddenly it was today and I was colándome to the forefront of forito of Casa del Lago, nerviosilla and chilly, to see the mmMmMmmMMMmmmmaestro.

But first, why not?, Was an act opener. Let's see. I was supposed to recite poetry about emos and depressed and unwilling to live music and Panda (which touch the Panda?). O pandits black metal. O Tohui (is he still alive?). But no. Put A FEW Chair.

parentheses. If you have not had the pleasure / disgust / depression to read Houellebecq, should know that he hates the chair. I mean, hates humanity in general, but the steels more than anyone. Or maybe i will go with black. Fortunately they were not chairo BLACK!



These steels were in total cliché. Coyoacaneros filthy, not ugly, those who in high school (from the UNAM or the Madrid or something) were the popular insurance and mistreated the Houellebecqs of your living room. Of those whose popularity and non-ugliness availed them nothing in real life posprepa, because now his twenty or treintipico forever remain in total, with fixed ideas and outdated and, of course, playing the drums. And that was basically what they did. Tumpacatapum with a transverse flute that sounded like chairichairi wooden flute Jorge Reyes, a singer who did "ouuuuu uuuooooo uuaaaa." And poetry, OH, poetry. Just when I said: All we need is these simpleton mention to the Huichol and the deer's eye, OF COURSE mentioned to the Huichol and the deer's eye. I figured I

to Houellebecq petrified, watching the scene with horror and demanded to take him back to his hotel, airport, Ireland ("or Spain?). But surely it were stored in a capsule of silence, because at the end of the chairipacotilla he took the stage as usual. UF.

Y chou, what would I say I can. Read amazing, very well the musical accompaniment of the Arreola brothers, heartbreaking poems. He suddenly wanted to dance, hehe, one hand in his pocket and more arrhythmic than me.

the end, after aplausononón, said in a tone all shy: Thanks. And let out a jijiji of nerves and emotion. I loved it so much. I was so moved. And

. We went and saw the gang and Guara Guara and well. And then Fred told us: Let's go after.

and forces that Falconi, Emilio and I arrived at after. We sat at the table together and talked and I saw his thin crown thin to Houellebecq, who had his back. And I took a single whiskey, ONE whiskey, and Fred told me, 'Come, I will present Michel. And I: No no no no no no no no wait till espérateeeeee. But it was too late, he had come loose with: Look, she's Plaque, a great blogger here, and she is superfansss yours and made you a stream of advertising y.

and shook his hand and looked into his eyes and looked into my eyes and smiled.

Yes, I know that normal people smile, even the weird dudes like Houellebecq. But, hey, if you've read his books know that the last thing I could imagine having it is a SMILE. UF.

I screwed up. There was prepared and an intelligent sentence. I wanted to die. And I did not know what to say, and as I had presented as fans, for fans let out phrases. "What we bear." And he asked me what my blog and told me to write down my address on a libretitia, jiji, and write it down (Salut Michel!). Oh, no no. Anyway. At one point of uncomfortable silence when I began to fear not having anything with which to free myself all night, but then a miracle appeared Xun. XUN! By that I love and a little more today. And I stood to greet him and ran.

AM A GAY.

I know. It was my chance to drink up three whiskeys in a row and lose the fear and let go to talk to in French (Because we speak English in a horrible and I did not understand anything.) It was my chance to talk to him normally and discover a little of one of my favorite authors, and not as a fan or a journalist, but as drinking buddies.

BUT I panicked.

And I returned to the table for everyone else. Then

Arreola told me what a fart, why I had Panics. And I explained that it was very difficult to be with someone I admire so much and behave normally, especially when the language is a barrier (in this case double). And I asked: Do you ever happened? He: Oh, no, never, spent years interviewing people, no, pa nothing.

And I thought: It is VERY different to interview someone. For example, Felipe more fans than me and he made a formidable interview (look it up tomorrow in El Universal!) But I'm sure he would not have been easier for him to be in the same table as Houellebecq, and less if not speak French (who does speak, osh, and odioooo odiooooo what the French teacher of the class I ran over four years). And I'm sure I would have done no wrong and who removes or even liked. Ps yes. If at any moment so cold I say: Look, talk to James Hetfield, ps noooo, it would be a fool, a complete stupid and would tremble and pure bullshit. But if I had an interview with him, it would be very different. We would do well, I like, I like. Or Nick Hornby. Or Woody Allen. Or do not know, eBoy . Etcetera.

Anyway. I ran the place, I said goodbye to Houellebecq, I smiled again. And I went to eat tacos al Califake, I learned to CaliFAIL.



*** Proof that Houellebecq has a heart is having a puppy:



If your life is like in his books, the dog will die prematurely from a painful disease, and he suffer and suffer. Today

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medium Michel Houellebecq show, which I will discuss in a future post, I talked Niche. I did not answer because I am a very educated woman and no way to answer "YES" GOOD?! " nacos like they were going to the movies with cell in the nineties, in addition to that I was well stuck with the French deprepoesía of the face-to-wax , almost with a lump in the throat and the feeling that everything is a shit, like when I read his books. Tons

when he finished and talked to me and said Niche: What fart, did you ever going to post? And I, yes, but is Mjmjmjm. I explained to him that all that is difficult return when it lost the usual, Twitter and that much work y. She: How can you leave something that has given so much, postea! And I as I always Niche Niche case because it is very wise, I thought: yes no mames, I have to go back.

and returned. Niche

was not the first to tell me. I swore to Platypus to Valsolar and ñoñireunión Boticapop in the last week that it wrote. Also Miranda Hooker. And thousands more. But as I was Guei and always found a pretext. Like when you're not going to the gym, and when you leave a course in half, like when you have to send an email to someone but do not want. But

. I will stop breastfeeding. If that is not sent, I say. I post because I like and I like big that I had forgotten. If writing is mine, ps yes, although my jeiters say no, the only thing I can do. Tsssssó.

The first title of this blog was "documenting my past," so that it is established. " And though these months have been documented in Twitter, ps pa what to make the blowjob: nobody's going to read tweets old, unless documentary or harassing purposes. In contrast, the posts themselves, because they have more detail and carnitas and more cool croniquistoria read a telegram that a number of 140 characters (Without neglecting to Twitter for how).

What I have done all these months? Many things. I will tell you. And to be doing well.

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Facebook and web, from September 5

Listen, that's what we keep doing Rocky in Barcelona on the first Saturday of every month, yes, but hardly that it's going to go from blog.

The best way to follow today is our Facebook . And if you give something always stick website, where you can point to the mailing list.

So that. Facebook and the web is always all explained and announced.

Saludines.

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So much has happened ...

So adorable > / / / <

Well, that comment that has been several other things not at least name some of them ... On the one hand. Shana OVA! yeah! of shana! xD. depues of waiting on October 23 (well, for here was 22) came the first of the OVAs shana "reshuffle" and I must admit I saw it in RAW (first time I see a RAW> _ _ <) después en ingles y después en español xD. aunque en realidad verla solo tres veces es poco, pero la baje en calidad BD y mi computadora "apenas" soporta tanta resolucion D=. Shana es tan adorable! ya estoy esperando por las demás, quiero mas shana > <

must kneel before the queen of ISML (not shana T_T)

Furthermore Shana ISML lost the final against Hinagiku, so it takes second place (improvement last year though). I can only congratulate Hina, fought very well ^ _ ^.

Mizuno is also adorable: D

And finally (I think) ad for the first time I am working as a translator of anime (full of work D:) in the series Nyan Koi (had to be ), so if the following ... do it xD ... and if it still had better be the version of TDnF xD.

I say goodbye ... until ... who knows xD.