Antoine, 1988, Java, C#, Python, French, Nicotine, Caffeine, Railworker, Codehorse, Kinsey 1, gamer, learning feminist, communist and whatnots. #NSFW
Я люблю ГУЛаг !★☭
Сибирь на всю жизнь !
I like coffee and cigarettes, I like Tom Waits and my ASLR camera.
When I read Asimov, I loved Salvor Hardin, but I vouched for The Mule.
Huxley, Orwell, Gaiman, Abnett, Pretchett, Hemingway, Pullman, Lewis, Zinn, these sorts of things.
Today I took a hike on my Mountain, in the Pyrénées. I hadn’t gone hiking in a long time, much less in the snow and the climb was hard, especially as the snow cover was getting thicker and thicker on the way up and I didn’t have rackets. It was beautiful. You can see some pics, and a selfie with my gogles and my buff which were invaluable. And on the way down I did something that I didn’t do, ever.
As you may or may not be aware, I have a rare genetic disorder which prevents my muscles from functioning properly. It’s not a handicap per say, as I can do almost everything with little to no hindrance but there is one thing I used to be unable to do unless very specific circumstances were met: I could (note the past) not run.
But since about six months now, I have been under a paliative, experimental treatment. It doesn’t do miracles but it’s been quite a relief on the excessive muscle stiffness that constitutes the main symptom (the only one actually, all the others deriving from it) of my disorder.
And on my way down, I took a jog. Not a long one mind you. It must have been 4 or 5 kilometers, maybe less. Just because I felt like running.
It was excruciating. I kept stopping every two or three minutes to catch my breath as I am not used to sustain a large effort that long because of my disease. My lungs were in a lot of pain. So were my calves. But I kept on. And it felt amazing to tread the snowy path, to bounce off obstacles and to feel the snow on my face. It is, to this day, my proudest physical accomplishment.
I took a jog. Just that.
Taste the rainbow…
→ Ride for ruin and the world’s ending
#always always always reblog#the charge of the rohirrim#pelennor fields#this moment#this one#and the slaying of the witch king#without Eowyn’s despair#without Theoden’s desperation to take his place honored in the halls of his ancestors#without Eomer’s reckless abandon when he thinks his sister is dead#without the flaws#the courage#but especially without the HUMANITY of these people#Gondor would’ve fallen#and no one would’ve been there to draw the eye of Sauron at the critical moment#all would’ve been lost to darkness#plus also the rohirrim are my fave
women are considered fragile but I’ve never seen anything as easily wounded as a man’s ego
If you have any doubts about the political character of the protesters in Venezuela, this should clear them up.
Translation: “Venezuela needs you - Kill a Chavista!”
Featuring the OTPOR-CIA fist that we know so well from the “color revolutions” in Yugoslavia, Georgia, Ukraine, etc.