İçeriksiz Entry Gidişatı Sürüyor: Marvel vs DC in the Legoland

Marvel vs. DC Toy Fight by Ryan Dunlavey.


NP: Duman - Manası Yok

Series: My inspirations... No.1

to my dearest one...

Mr. Mackey: Mrs. Cartman, we have had it with your son's behavior, m'kay!? Little Billy Turner is now being treated at the hospital!
Mrs. Cartman: Eric, why would you do such a thing?
Cartman: I'm sorry I handcuffed Billy Turner's ankle to the school flagpole.
Mr. Mackey: You know that's not the point!
Cartman: (sighs) Okay, I'm sorry I handcuffed Billy Turner's ankle to a flagpole and then gave him a hacksaw. And then told him I had poisoned his lunch milk and that the only way he could get to the antidote in time would be to saw through his leg.
Mrs. Cartman: That's very naughty, Eric.
Cartman: Well, he called me chubby!

NP: dark tranquillity - inside the particle storm

Ben Böyle Güzel Goller Görmedim!

Dün akşam Beşiktaş Liverpool'u yenerken (helal olsun) bir önceki akşam Arsenal da şampiyonlar liginde atılmış en güzel gollerin kolleksiyonunu göstermek için Slavia Prag'ı yatak odasına çağırmıştı. Klişe numara ama sanırım işe yaramış....

Ratatouille Poster

Pixar blogunda gezerken süper bir posterini gördüm Ratatouille'in! Paris'teyken Les Champs Elysees'deki Disney Store'u gezerken görüp hiç bi fikrimin olmadığı bu filmi bu kadar beğenec



NP: The Coral - Shadows Fall

Ratatouille & Sıcak-Soğuk Haftasonu

Yerinde kullanıldığında çok sevdiğim bir sos tatlı-ekşi sos(ekşi-tatlı sos muydu yoksa?) . Bu haftasonu da hava gerçekten tam yerinde önce bir güneşli ama soğuk güzellikten, karlı ve soğuk güzelliğe döndü. Tatlı kısmın dün olması güzeldi zira dün yeni sevgili ile ilk haftasonu buluşmamızdı ve büyük kısmını dışarda geçirelim demiştik. Güneşli havada burdaki parkları keşfettik, kafelerde takıldık, epey eğlendik. Fazla üşümeye başladığımıza karar verdiğimizde de kendimizi sinemaya attık; Ratatouille!

Almanya'da ikimiz de ilk kez sinemaya gidiyorduk. Filmin dublajlı olduğunu biliyorduk (orjinal olsa hiç anlayamacaktı zavallı sefgili) ama en azından yeni başlayıp beraber gittiğimiz Almanca kursu sayesinde bir şeyler anlamayı başardık konuşulanlardan. Almanca öğrenme hızımız da beraber olmamıza pararlel oranda hızlanıyor. Arada sözlüklere başvurmak zorunda kalsak da...

Film süperdi gerçekten, çok eğlendim. Daha geçen ay süper vakitler geçirdiğim Paris'in o tanıdık sokakları, silüeti, "aa burada oturup dinlenmiştim" veya "aa burada da şu olmuştu" gibi aklımdan geçirdiğim bir çok manzara oluşu filmi ayrı güzel tadlara taşıdı benim için. Bir de çatıdaki "peynir şişi çevirme" sahnesi var ki muhteşem :)

Bir yandan da texture olayında Pixar'ın ne kadar yardığını görüp etkilendim epey. Yuh yani! Transformers ile beraber bu film bu yaz animasyon olayının ne seviyelere geldiğini süper göstriyor.

NP: The Coral - Confessions Of A.D.D.D. [bu şarkının da bulunduğu Magic & Medicine albümü gerçekten efsane...]

am Going... NOT!!!!

Caliban'ı headliner yapan zihniyete....

edit: NAZAR DEĞDİRDİNİZ! Gidemiyorum, ne bilet var ne dönüş treni! Neyse elbet iki grubu da headiner oldukları başka konserlerde izleyecğim, hiç şüphem yok. O yüzden çok takmadım bu sorunu da :)


NP: dark tranquillity - not built to last

Prag & the Gathering | Episode V: The Gay Menace

The Gathering konseri için Prag'a maceralı bi şekilde gitmeyi göze alıp planlar yaptığımı yazmıştım 2-3 ay kadar önce. Sonrasında Anneke'nin bana dokunduğunu bile fotoğraflarla kanıtlamıştım. Şok ardından da hikayeyi anlatmaya başlamıştım. ama üşengeç biri olarak sadece gidişi anlatmıştım. Cuma gecesi beraber bu yolculuğua kalktığımız Cihan 9 yıldır ortaklaşa içinde bulunduğumuz bir mail grubuna nasıl olsa bir grup Amerikalı ve İskandinav dışında hiç kimsenin okumayacağını düşünerek tüm ayrıntıları ile anlatmış maceramızı. Bu sabah işe gidip gelen maillere bakınca farkettim bunu ve oldukça güldüm okuyunca. Özellikle benim "Shalom" dediğim kısıma. Okuyun eğleneceksiniz. [bazı kısımlar fiction, %5]

To: metal-metal@yahoogroups.com
Subject: [metal@metal] Rant
On 10/13/07, deniz besiktepe <*******@hotmail.com> wrote:

Allow me to compensate for you then, but you'll have to bear with me for three paragraphs only remotely relevant, and even longer paragraphs possibly boring, but the tooth fairy will chip your penis in your sleep if you skip.

I don't know if anyone cares about the gathering, at least as much as I do, but if you do, you (should) know Anneke van Giersbergen, the singer, has left. Apparently, the news has been out for as long as a year or even more, and a "last tour with Anneke" has even been arranged back then. It was quite the shock for me when I had to digest the whole thing a peaceful evening last June, learning Anneke is leaving, with the upcoming album they were working on and promised to be wonderful now out of focus and the absolute last two "Anneke" gigs only a month away. What made it all the bitter is that they were supposed to perform here in Istanbul last February, and it was first postponed and then canceled. I hadn't seen them live once and that's one of the bands I felt I had to see before I regretfully rot six feet under some day somewhere.

Gigs in question were in Czech Republic and Finland and I'd see both. Alas, too late to apply for Schengen visa (for Finland) on such a short notice, but I managed to get visa to Cz. Rep. I meet up with Levent (now studying & working in Germany) in Prague and fast-forward to "the" day.

Concert was to take place at 23:00 during a 4-day festival in some town called Mala Skala, to 90 miles (or kms) north of Prague, a narrow Valley with a river going through. Nice place. Beautiful scenery. We took a bus and reached the place at about 19:00 after a few hours of butt-chipping trip. We took notice that just about everybody else has come with a car, or a tent, or both and I knew full well that there would be no means of returning that late but I, for some reason, assumed that we would be able to anyway. Should we not, we weren't prepared or equipped in anyway. Levent forced down the idea on me that we had to hit on people to share tents with, where sex would be the bonus. How dutiful oh him. So we fooled around until the concert, had stuff signed by the band (extremely stupid of me to bring along the ticket to the canceled Istanbul concert to Prague for signatures, and forget it at the hotel!) and photographs with Anneke, etc. and found these sisters shortly before the gathering took stage, and it was almost perfect, until they, or rather the sister Levent took up, the older/elder one, opposed to the idea of sharing tents, and that we had to depart as they seemed to have no interest in "the gathering". It also turned out that the older sister had a boyfriend. A real shame; both girls were charming, and seemed to be totally into us, especially the younger one, into me. Concert was beautiful. Anneke was charming, amazing on the stage. I almost cried like a girl. Well, actually I did. I still have a penis though.

Cold. Ouch. I mean it, and bare t-shirts don't help either. People were walking around in coats at that point. Fooling around, crying out "Anyone going to Prague?" proved to be completely useless, so let's hit the road, right?. Not really. We first asked Taxi drivers to quote us a price. Not content with it, we hitchhiked; for how long or how many cars passed, I don't know, but not a single one of them stopped, nor even slowed down. Not even with cash out in hand, waving to cars passing by. Not the most helpful people as it seems. We went back and forth between the road and the concert area, looking for some people to hit on and share a tent with or someone with a car, going back home to take us with them. Fucking taxi-drivers. The second time we asked, to another driver, the price had gone marginally up. No bargaining either. Upon attempting to bargain with other taxi drivers, the one we asked earlier, talked to them, pointing to us. I imagine he was exhorting not to bargain with us.

So we finally hit back the concert area and got into the crowd for heat. It was ironic to find our answers right there, in the form of two females, with big titties, hitting on us, albeit with ugly faces and as luck would have it, I was out of paper bags for that nice facial solution but the worst that could happen would be them hitting on us in hopes of a tent or a ride home for themselves. It was a breeze to get intimate and luck compensated for the lack of paperbags with tents. YAY! As it turns out, the girls had separate tents, which was all the better. Goodbye mountain colds. I'd appreciate your scenic chill if I had been dressed up accordingly. Next time. If you have noticed the length of this e-mail, you know something wrong has got to have happened.

We got on with it in the tent and I think the infamous "luck" just forced its invisible dick through my butt, because I got an early on which made a mess in the most awkward moment, and I don't believe she even appreciated the effort. I mean, no paperbags! Suffice it to say, we were back in the out as fast as we had escaped. The real victim here is Levent, and perhaps the other girl as well, as their routine had to be interrupted as well. What to do? Hit the stage-front back for heat.

As people waned out and with it, the heat, we moved into one of the two disco area, set up in a big tent, and then to the other one as the show was over. Some warmth, finally! That helped for a few warm but, disturbing hours. At the first disco tent where the age average was 35-40, where these 35-40-something adults were performing embarrassingly juvenile acrobacy with the aid of alcohol, I felt a couple of eyes on me several times. When we finally made eye contact, I saw that it definitely wasn't the hot woman in her late 30s, wearing a very visible g-string inside her tight low-belt pants I spotted once, but rather a long, well-built, bearded guy with short curly hair. I tried to keep my homophobic thoughts out and believe that he was just someone low on ego, doing his best to scare or disturb someone, and that he had chosen me as a prey. That twisted and false sense of security collapsed fast when he moved towards me and, instead of expressing some meany anger, he sat beside me with a smile on his face: "Halo!" followed by something in Czech language. Out of almost everyone who didn't speak or understand English, he did. I'm not sure what made him think I might be gay out of all people in the disco, but being young should have something to do with it, as well sitting on the same couch with Levent. Because the gay was drunk, he wouldn't believe that I was straight, so I don't know whether him putting his hand on my knee should come earlier or later, but that was where I drew the line. I tried to be polite without being overly physical, out of being nice and also out of fearing and knowing that he could probably crush me like a goo if he wanted to. Finally, he called me a fag before he buggered off.

Back to enjoying the warmth. Eventually, we were forced to retreat to the big open tent (I know there is a word for this, what was it?), and shiver 'till dawn. At least watching people drink, get drunk and act like moron brutes for hours proved to be a worthwhile entertainment. Now thinking again, time might have passed a lot faster if we got drank ourselves, and I even might black out! But nah, not worth the hangover. It finally occurred to me that asking the couple sitting nearby (for at least an hour) about public transport hours might be a good idea and so I did. Am I smart tonight or what?

After a series of cell-phone button-mashing, she told us that train station is supposed to be somewhere close but she doesn't know where exactly, that there is a train in ten minutes and it would be an hour or so until the next one. After sharing a moment of exchanging stares with Levent, we sprint, to wherever the train station is supposed to be. This concert area takes up about a vertical half of the valley. The other half is a town, with a river going through by one side, and a railroad on the other, so. We ran into the town, ask around where no one seems to speak English. Finally, this one guy did, and he pointed us to a direction. Despite our obvious hurry, he asked where we were from. Levent, as a result of a long-lasting Jew-jokes, said "Israel, shalom!".

The direction the guy pointed felt wrong, as it seemed to be deviating from where the railroad I've barely seen earlier was supposed to be. So I thought he might either be fucking with us, or ill informed himself. It was then he started bossing around Levent. "So you're Jews? I hate Jews, you fucking Jews." He kept on going like that, while Levent tried to call him down, saying "easy, man". He wouldn't listen. "You fucking Jews know what? I'm from Lebanon. We kick your ass, your Jewish ass". Levent seemed to be concerned about that, while I was more concerned about finding the train station, still looking around, trying to decide where to go. "I have a cousin in Hizbullah; he's the second man of Nasrallah, you know what I mean, Jew? Get the fuck out of this country and never come back!". I felt it might be funny to keep on with the Jew-jokes and said "Yeah yeah, speak Jewish or die motherfucker!" That pulled the pin for the anti-semite guy, as he changed his direction towards me, with his right hand going into his pocket "Is that so? Let me see your tongue, maybe I can use yours". Ok, that sounds like we're in serious shit. That was also when I noticed he had two friends with him, one of which just stood still, arms crossed while the other dropped his backpack onto the ground. We took off, on my lead, up the hill where I thought the railroad might be. Thankfully, anti-semite guy only shouted. "Yes, just like that, run you Jew shits!".

We found the railroad, without a station to be seen anywhere. At that point, we'd either take right or left to go along the road. We took right, back towards the concert area, but on a hill. A gardener showed us a building silhouette to be the station in the direction we were going. Seconds later we heard the bells, warning of an approaching train, so we tried to run as fast as we could and I can't describe how it felt to find the *wooden* building to be an abandoned one, falling apart with wooden boards missing all over, but it didn't last long, as we made out the vague details of the actual station through trees, obstructing the view and made it for the train. We caught it. We weren't sure if that was the right train and the conductor didn't speak English, French, German or Swedish. He might speak other Eastern European languages perhaps. Anyway, another pair of guys wearing metal t-shirts did (speak English), and we learned it's the right train.

Guys had come to see Edguy. I didn't contribute to the chitchat Levent had with them. Falling into complete xenophobic paranoia perhaps, two other male figures who didn't exactly look like somebody you'd ask for directions, or ask for anything at all, made me think they could be some racist, fascist brutes. They were overly quite too. Levent learned that we will change trains at some station, so we do once we reach there and bingo: the brutes do too! Fuck, will it ever end? I will get beaten, buttfucked (not that there is any other kind of fornication I could be subjected to, short of a deep-throat) and chopped up, I feared. They left the train the next station though. Phew! That marks the beginning of a 3 hours-long peaceful train trip back into Prague. We even made it to the breakfast at the hotel!

----- Original Message -----
From: Vance McCumber
To: metal-metal@yahoogroups.com
Sent: Friday, October 12, 2007 8:42 PM
Subject: [metal@metal] Rant

Damn, can't even read my own story I sent or the replies because our
spam filter blocked it, I had to go online to see what kind of a rise
I'd get out of all you.

Okay, to be honest that really didn't happen, it was a joke...

Anyways, I did see Chuck Norris at a Sushi place in Dallas back when he
was still doing Walker Texas Ranger. I didn't talk to him or anything;
it would be cool to see him nowadays, so I could bust out some Chuck
Norris jokes on him.

Yeah, I wish I had more motivation to write more dumbass stories, but
these days it's hard.

Vance



NP: Yavuz Çetin - Benimle Uçmak İster Misin

My Philosophy

NP: Duman - Gurbet

Is Gorusmesi

Yogun bir haftanin icinde oldugumu soylemistim. Isteki yogunluga ek olarak bahsettigim gibi Sali gunu SEMICON Europa 07 icin Stuttgart'a gitmistim isten izin alip.

Izin gunlerini kullanmaya devam ediyorum, yarin da ofiste yokum. Zira sabah erkenden trene atlayip Isvicre'ye ordan da taksiyle (2,5km yol) Liechtenstein'a gidecegim bir is gorusmesi icin. Oncelikle 1 saatlik bir IK (HR) gorusmesi olacak. Sonrasinda bir saat de PECVD (plasma enhanced chemical vapor deposition) grubunun basindaki kisiyle gorusecegim.

Internette bir cok soru tipi ornegi buldugum bu IK gorusmelerinden birine hayatimda ilk kez girecegim. Oldukca fantastik olacagini dusunuyorum. Zaten onumde bir cok daha is gorusmesi olacagini bildigimden asil gidis sebebim bu konuda biraz tecrube kazanmak. Pismek de derler ya, aslinda durum o noktaya gelebilir cok gerilimli bir noktaya gelirse gorusme;


- What do you think your biggest strength is,Mr.Tuter?
- I would say my Force Lightning ability.
*Levent demonstrates*

Pismek demistik di mi :)

Kuzeyden guneye 22km olan bu ulkeye de boylece ayak basmis olacagiz.

Sirketin adini simdilik vermiyorum ama Photovoltaics sektorunde dunya lideri oldugunu soyliyeyim.

Ters-yüz edilmis Kardigan

you already knew what I was looking for
you weren't it baby, that's for sure
I ripped you up and spread all around
in the dust of the deed of time
and this was just a case of lust, you see
it's not a matter of you versus of me
it's fine the way you want me on your own
but in the end it's always me alone
and you are losing your favourite game
you're losing your mind again
i'm losing my baby
you're losing your favourite game
i only know what i've been working for
another you so i could pretend more
i really thought that i could take you there
but my experiment is not getting us anywhere
you had a vision you could turn me right
a stupid mission and a lethal fight
you should have seen it when your hope was new
my heart is black and yours is blue
and you're losing your favourite game
you're losing your mind again
you're losing your favourite game
you've tried but I'm still the same
and i'm losing my baby
I'm losing a saviour and a saint

Starcraft Origami : Psikopata Bağlamak Vücut Bulmuş Kağıt Formunda!

Starcraft II yaklaşa dursun, "abicim naaptın sen" dedirten bir olayla karşılaştım internet alemlerinde alakasız bir arama yaparken.

ahanda;

NP: Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit [ bu şarkının süper bi videosu var!]

Mala Skala

Temmuz sonunda henüz hala Anneke'li olan theGathering'i izlemeye gitmiştim Mala skala'ya Cihan'la birlikte. Bu süper olay sonuna bambaşka boyutlara ermiş olsam da bunu anlatmakta pek başarılı olmamıştım.

Neyse konu dağılmasın, Prag'da buluşup beraber festivale gittiğimiz kankasal dost Cihan ortamın güzel bi fotosunu yollamış, paylaşayım dedim. Şehrin festival alanından birazcık daha büyük olmasına dikkat çekmek istiyorum :)



NP: Duman - Haberin Yok Ölüyorum

Semicon Europa

Bugün işe gitmiyorum. Tatil günlerimden birini Semicon Europa'ya gitmek için kullanacağım. Avrupa'nın en önemli fuarlarından biri yüksek teknoloji sistemleri ele alındığında bu fuar. Oldukça şanslı olmalıyım ki Stuttgart'ta gerçekleşiyor. Yaklaşık 34 dakika mesafede yani.

İş arama sürecinde olduğum şu dönemde oldukça iyi kontaklar kazandıracağına inanıyorum bu fuarın. 15 sayfalık şirket listesinde başvurmak için en tepede tuttuğum şirketler de mevcut. Özellikle onlarla tanışmak adına çok güzel olacak.

Inovasyon şirketlerinin ürün/teknoloji tanıtımı yapacağı sunumlrı da iple çekiyorum açıkçası. MEMS, photovoltaics, lithography gibi içinde olduğum ana konular bulunması da cabası sunum başlıklarında.

Arkadaşım Burak Bayburtlu'nun bu tür olayları anlatmak konusunda bir kabiliyeti var, şu yazıyı yazarken kendisine özendiğimi de az çok belirtmeliyim. Fuar gözlemlerini yayınlamadan önce ona suncağım sanırım yazımı. Bilmeyenler için Burak burak.com'da Türkiye'nin en kaliteli bloglarından birini yazıyor; mobil teknoloji gurusunun düşüncelerini okumalısınız eğer konuyla/yeni ürünlerle ilgileniyorsanız.

Unutmadan, fuar yeni yapılan Stuttgart Messe'de. Sanıyoum dünyanın en modern merkezleinden biri, resimleyeceğim efendim burayı da.


NP: Pain of Salvation - Spitfall

GPS Blog

Şu anda uğraştığım proje ("Çok Gizli" olarak sınıflandırıldığından bana yaptırıyolar, ben de size anlatmaya karar verdim) gereği GPS datasına ihtiyacım oldu simülasyon için. GPS datası için bir de GPS aleti gerekiyor; Peter'dan temin ettim onu.
Data toplamak için bina içinden çıkmak gerekiyor zira tüm camlar coated olduğu için sinyal geçmiyor pencereyi açmadan. Ben de bari öğle yemeği için ana kampüse giderken data toplayayım dedim. Aletin accuracy'sini test etmek için de Google Earth'den bakayım dedim.

İşte aşağıda her gün öğle saatinde yaptığım yolun bir güzergahı. Güzergah her saniye uydulardan toplanmış pozisyon datası ile oluşturuldu; yani el ile değil. Oldukça düzgün gördüğünüz gibi aletin çalışması. Her türlü ormana dalınabilir GPS'li ve Google Earth yüklü bi PDA ile hiç korkmadan.



GPS aletine bendeyken bişey olursa bana girmeyeceğine dair bir şeyler öğrenirsem gezilerde yanımda götürmeyi düşünüyorum. Çok güzel olabilir bu şekilde GPSblog'lar yapmak :)



NP: Jewel - Near You Always

Le chemin

Le chemin

Regarde-toi assise dans l'ombre
A la lueur de nos mensonges
Une main glacée jusqu'à l'ongle

Regarde toi à l'autre pôle
Fermer les yeux sur ce qui nous ronge
On a changé à la longue


On a parcouru les chemins
On a tenu la distance
Et je te hais de tout mon corps
Mais je t'adore
On a parcouru les chemins
On a souffert en silence
Et je te hais de tout mon corps
Mais je t'adore encore

Je vis dans une maison de verre
A moitié rempli de ton eau
Sans s'arrêter le niveau monte

Je suis le fantôme qui s'égare
Je suis étranger à ton coeur
Seulement regarde comme on est seul