giovedì 11 marzo 2010

If you want to kill me than fight me, don't talk me to death!

If you want to kill me than fight me, don't talk me to death!



Why in the world would someone say "It'll be done by Friday" if they mean "maybe tuesday when you'll get pissed off with me I am going to make it in a rush"



I hate this kind of guys that promise, and forget, than when you get mad, put ashes in their had and get down to work, do it in a hurry, and bad, just to have it done.



Where is the pride of doing things whell?



The world is going into pieces, no wander we have this chrisys, all want to be paid, none want to work for the money.



Damn politicians. They promise the world to the voters, just to get voted, and than bribe the people with free money, and later complain nobody works. Why should they work, money is flowing anywhy!



So who really works gets strange looks from the others, like "are you crazy, if they see you working for the money they will pretend we do the same" and sabotage you.



No wander things are going bad and nobody works anymore, work and smart ideeas are no more rewaded, so who cares about sweating anymore?

domenica 7 marzo 2010

Another Cesara story, surprises never end when you have a Siberian Tiger in your house!

When Cesara was only 6 months old, she was still a baby, but an ambitious baby.



Her weight was only of some 25 Kilograms, so still manovrable by a strong person, and she looked just as an oversized cat, rather than the small tiger she was!



If you saw the pictures, you could realise the size of Tilu's living room, you can turn a tank in without wrecking any furiniture...



In a corner by the stair way they placed a huge TV, and on the opposite wall the precious coach Tilu's wife loved so much.



One night they were all watching TV, Tilu, his wife, her son and... Cesara, that was rolling back and forth form one to the other to beg for caresses and scratches on her belly. Girls...



Late at night Tilu's wife went upstairs to bed, but the men and the tiger stayed to watch something on the wide screen thing, and naturally Cesara was doing all kind of funny things fooling around and making a sort of MEOW every once in a while.



By midnight, Tilu's wife showed furious on the top of the staris and yelled:



"Can't sleep with all this fuss, tomorrow I gotta go to work, it's Monday, you two, to bed, and Cesara in her cage, NOW!"



Her son started to laugh, and went towards the kitchen to call Cesara out.



But Cesara was stubborn and ambitious, and decided that the night is still young, so why go to sleep?



So she jumped on the coach again, by Tilu, and placed her head on his laps looking up. Sneacky!



Tilu's wife got back to bed, so Tilu raised from the couch, took Cesara under his right arm, like a huge loaf of bread, and started to walk towards the kitchen outdoor where her cage was.



Cesara started to agitate her legs like nuts, why would she had to go to bed? She had no job to go to in the morning!



Her problem was that in the way Tilu was keeping her, all of her leggs were beating hoplesless the air, nothing to grab, nothing to scratch, damn it!



And for the first time in her life Cesara gave a TIGER ROAR. No more meowing.



Tilu ignored her will, and kept going towards out, so Cesara lifted her loong tail like a straight stick, and with the pressure of a soaking gun, pied the wall above the coach from 3 meters of distance, living a stain as big as a pillow and comming down the wall...



Before Tilu realised why the son of his wife changed face expression and was stearing behind his shoulders with a dumb expression, Cesara tensioned all of her muscles and become as tensed as crane rope lifting a car, gave a second ROAR, and cannooned the wall by the coach with about one kilogram of diarhea, PATABUM!



Tilus wife was already on the top of the stairs and saw it. She turned blue and black in face and yelled:



" Sunday we have guests, if that shit is still on the wall by sunday, both of you and the tiger go stay in a motel"



Than she pulled the coach from the wall before it got dirty, and went back to bed so furious that she slamed all doors on her way.



3 years later, when I took the pictures, Tilu asked me " how do you clean out of a wall the piing and the diarhea?"



I stopped and gave it a thought, than I said " I can't recall of any product that can go so profound in the mortar to clean it, for this are sticky tings that go deep in the wall, so if you ask me, you need to tear all the wall's cover to the bricks and throw it away, than you redo all of it from the bricks again, why?"



Than he told me the above story.



"How did it end" I asked.



"Just as you said" he replied. "Monday mornig me and two friends have took down from the bricks all the material, and by Thursday it was all fresh painted again."



"And Cesara?" I dared.



"All the outer forest is hers, that's her natural habitat" he said.

sabato 6 marzo 2010

Anybody wants to pet a Siberian Tiger. All you have to do is buy your ticket and come down here. One way ticket might be enough....

Cesara Stories! When she was young, much younger than today, some 2 years old I think, toying around and byting anything, Cesara found a piece of a one inch diameter pipe planted in the ground. It was coming out maybe half a meter or less. "Wierd wood", she thoought, "it wont taste of anything, shiny, let me bite it". In her attempt to bite it, and to toy with, she pressed the upper jar against the pipe circle so hard that the pipe come through her jar out, next to the left eye. Like in a freacky scary movie. Cesara gave a roar that shook the mountiens around Tilus house. Everybodu got scared, she never reacted this way before, so... all out to se what's wrong! And there she was with the pipe coming out through her upper jar, blocked in a human manifact, a deadly trap. Tilu called the Vet, his friend, that arived in minutes, took his gun and BUM..., a dose of sleeping drug turned Cesara into a huge pelusche, of 200 KG, with a pipe planted next to her eye.



Good Vet Doc, Tilu, and Puiu, struggled half an hour to extract her from this trap, than they layed her on a barell, and dumped the barrel in the van.



Tilu called his friend the dentist in the hospital, that had no idea who Cesara was, and explaining in a hurry what happened, forgot to mention that Cesara is not a human!



His friend was on duty in the E.R that Sunday evening and said ok, in ten minutes the O.R. is ready, staff to, just hurry!



15 minutes later they entered the hospital, with a barell covered with a white sheet, blod stained at one end, running all the hallways to the OR. through the waiting crowd!



When they entered the personell was ready, irons too, anesthesists too, all dresses up like in the "Chicago Hope" series, ready for action.



Doc said:" ready to transfer to surgery table", and the crowd sorounded the barell in a professional manner.



Doc said "at my 3" and pulled the white sheet off!



Next second in the room was only Tilu, the Vet. and Cesara sleeping!



It took them 10 more minutes to convince the team to return and perform, and since he knew all of them prsonally (he used to drive the ambulance some years before, for a living), they came in, shacking like nuts.



The surgery was performed like on humans, plastic surgery too, and Cesara returned in her home still sleeping (for the second anesthetic was stronger)



It took her another couple of months to get through this and turn in good health, but it took forever to the medical squad to get through this and stop shacking!



Cesara is fine, but try recalling those moments to the medical team on duty that day....



They still start trembeling a bit! "what if she would off just reacted bad to the anestetic and woke up" they still wander!



Let them do so!

domenica 21 febbraio 2010

There's a gap in the market for anything that makes sense.

Why would I say that?



People that think I am I don't know what sort of a helicopters guru just becouse I design and build them, while in reality I am still learning a lot from others, asked me what is my oppinion on the elctric powered flight machines.



Also they wanted to know if I am aware of the fact that there is a gap on the market for electric powered helicopters.



The answer is in the title.



However electric powered flight machines have no future until the problem of the weight of the bateries will be solved, not to speack about the lifespan of one recharge (that now allows you to fly between one hour to only 30 minutes) and talking about recharge....the recharge time of at least 8 hours, but in most cases you can go up to 24 hours.



Not to mention the price of a new batery pack...



When batteries will cost 3% of what they cost now (a whole pack for one hour has the price of a fully ecquipped high class ultralight petrol powered flight machine, and you still have to pay for the airplane than...)



When the weight of a rechargable set to last you at least 5 hours in flight will be the weight of 10 gallons of petrol,



When recharging the batteries will take as long as refilling your tank (15 minutes)



ONLY THAN electric powered flight machines will emerge from the "Why not have a flight this sunday" category.



For now, you can only fly for no more than one hour, than... grounded for all the rest of the day to recharge.



Damn batteries!

Can you eat money?

When polution and human activities would have completed their macabre opera of destruction to make a buck, what would you eat?



Money?

Money obsession of governments is a contagious desease!

As long as people pay more than 50% taxes, they are desperate to make money no matter what, thus destroy everything for the buck.