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not belong to the group of people they need or have glasses, and I am glad of it. The reason? Once it occurred to me that the glasses are a tool to control patented ET brains, who one day will press Enter on your PC, Windows and cause half the world myopic kill the other half still looks good.

Vanguard, right?

However, I recently underwent a visual examination. Not really considered a necessary, but three factors convinced me to do:

• was free,
• did not hurt (or so said Dee Dee)
• And it was free.

I also often happens that after exhausting days in prison, or after a tremendous physical effort (like carrying grocery bags or changing the water bottle in the office) appear out of nowhere little white rivulets in my peripheral vision. As residue often remain small multicolored dots that disappear in three blinks. They are what I call my Dead Pixels (tm), because during those few seconds I see nothing in the areas occupied by the dots. So

with Nami, I decided to find out how much I needed to stay blind, and happened to solve the riddle of Pixels Dead (tm). The deal was that she was with me during the exam if I put a shot of anesthetic and removed the kidneys fun to sell on the black market for organs. We agreed that if that happened, she took pictures, I posted on his blog and then warn the Interpol. In that order, missing more.

"While not forget to tell the cops, okay," he said.

However, when we arrived and the doctor said "Take off your clothes", I knew something was wrong. Fortunately I was able to leave me the socks, the floor was a cold and see ...

The doctor asked me why I came the test. I mentally said goodbye to my kidneys.

-Gee, it's free.
"Do not tell me.
- I can go now?
"But we have not started ...
"But I see very well ...
"Yeah. Those who say that are the least seen. Nami

with laughter. I just thought: "Oh yeah? Now you see, little doctor ..."

took me to a chair placed in front of a computer with something like a webcam to take pictures of the retina. I felt like in the movies where you do a scan and have access to a place to store nuclear weapons or ET craft crashed. The doctor put his hand on your computer, very seriously. I also tried to look serious, but I could hardly help laughing seeing Nami making me through the glass sides.

"If it does not behave, I charge the consultation," he said.

I quickly put another machine (do not know where the hell drew many) seemed VR helmet. He told me to stick to the lens eyes and tell him what he saw. Those words made me feel in a gypsy tent, and Madame La Zonza show me my future with this little machine. Any optics that will pass the trailer of what will be your life is priceless and that the risk was worth it. However, all those theories were dispelled once focused vision.

Through the lenses looked like stuck to the bottom of that machine, a faint image of a yellow house that I immediately struck me as the grandfather of Heidi. The doctor was adjusting the lens until I told him I could see clearly. When finished, the image was so real that at one point I thought that in the window of that house would be the grandfather smoked joint, which Heidi jumping flea and the dog making me cassava. Everything 30 frames per second .

Then I got another machine with a lot of interchangeable lenses, identical to that episode of Eerie, Indiana , where the eye and villain of the moment makes it a brainwashing Simon. The idea was to read each and every one of the classical lens plate letters.

just work, no fun ... Angel Goku will be the satisfaction ...

But I overcame the mental control and read all the rows without any problems. The doctor was perplexed. Repeated the experiment over and over again, with identical results. In a moment I felt a prick in the side which I attributed to the uncomfortable chair. Then I was reading the plate without any lens. Goliza total.

"Yes, you have excellent vision, not need glasses. Yes, eat carrots and return next year - admitted defeat. Nami

did the victory dance. I held the ears cut from the doctor and waved to the crowd.

So beat the dealer Optician Lavasesos a difficult opponent who tried to make me reset brain and remove the corneas in the process. And I doubted my good vision, hear. It was an uphill battle, I admit, but ended well. And it cost me a penny. What I do not understand is the origin of the scar I have now on the left side, and can not remember before.

Ah, but the bad was that he never asked about dead pixels. Is it happening to me just me?

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The return of a bad habit

was never my thing. The reason is simple, with my hands I could never reach the speed of my thoughts. Word processors, hear. Yes, yes, but my typing has always been abysmal. For all that he preferred to speak, because somehow the spoken word was stronger than the written. And so I expressed myself better in moments of melancholy, even with words that nobody heard but myself.

Clean dirt was not my thing ever. Not been tested, but recent scientific theories suggest that I am allergic to dust. Proof of this is that I end up with sneezing you hear even in Cambodia when I have to clean the room. Nami especially if he visits, would be horrified to see my dunghill carpeted with remnants of joint and candy wrappers. Not send me to hell and get someone else clean.

For these reasons it is so rare to find continuity between post and post in LDZ. I can claim as excuses internet locks, lack time ... But today I make a yet another attempt to rescue this place, take out the trash and re-write, and I must say it feels good do from time to time. Thanks to those who wait, and those who continue reading. Incorrigible

, yes. Because bad habits always come back.