Bugging & debugging life

January 22, 2007

Books read

Filed under: Fiction — femalebug @ 3:48 pm

I have read 2 books this weekend, In the Miso Soup by Murakami Ryu and The Stranger Next Door by Amelie Nothomb

In the Miso Soup is a novel about loneliness, failed dreams and lack of identity.

It presents the sex industry in Japan through the eyes of an American serial killer, Frank. He is introduced in the underground world by Kenji, a guide for Western tourists looking to get laid. The tension builds up, there are some violent scenes and an unsatisfactorily ending with a conclusion on a bridge.

It promised a lot at the beginning but failed to deliver. I expected more insight on how and why Japan society is different. Questions were asked but not answered. It felt like seeing the tip of the iceberg.

The Stranger Next Door is short and captivating. Disgusting and repulsive characters are presented with a black humor.

The plot involves a happy couple of professors that just moved to their retirement house and are looking forward to spend the rest of their lives in an idyllic village. Their life is interrupted by their neighbor, doctor Bernardin. He comes to their house every day for two hours but doesn’t make any conversation, only answers questions in monosyllables.

After living all their live in a peaceful and polite way, the professors are incapable of reacting and turn the neighbor out. They struggle to understand him and help him and his wife to no avail. Violent emotions emerge and draw the end to a close.

The veil of civilization falls down to show the urges that drive us.


January 16, 2007

How (not) to work

Filed under: Work — femalebug @ 12:00 pm

1) Spend time on internet every morning as much as possible..

2) Take a break from time to time and, if you don’t drink coffee and don’t smoke, take a cup of tea in your hand just to hold it, so people won’t look funny at you

3) Stare at the screen with some code file/document displayed pretending to study it very carefully. Scroll down or up from time to time so, if people are watching, they won’t think you’re dumb.

4) Have a lunch break for about one hour and half, two hours if you are on a slow day.

5) Visit a friend sitting on different floor.

6) Have a friend visit you.

I’m searching for new things to add to my to do list.

Any ideas?

January 15, 2007

Freud & FemaleBug on Femininity

Filed under: Femininity — femalebug @ 9:12 pm

“I cannot say whether this lead in development has been confirmed by exact observations, but in any case there is no question that girls cannot be described as intellectually backward.

…The wish to get the longed-for penis eventually in spite of everything may contribute to the motives that drive a mature women to analysis, and what she may reasonably expect from analysis — a capacity, for instance, to carry on an intellectual profession — may often be recognized as a sublimated modification of this repressed wish.

…The effect of penis-envy has a share, further, in the physical vanity of women, since they are bound to value their charms more highly as a late compensation for their original sexual inferiority.[3] Shame, which is considered to be a feminine characteristic par excellence but is far more a matter of convention than might be supposed, has as its purpose, we believe, concealment of genital deficiency. We are not forgetting that at a later time shame takes on other functions.

It seems that women have made few contributions to the discoveries and inventions in the history of civilization; there is, however, one technique which they may have invented — that of plaiting and weaving

…The fact that women must be regarded as having little sense of justice is no doubt related to the predominance of envy in their mental life; for the demand for justice is a modification of envy and lays down the condition subject to which one can put envy aside. We also regard women as weaker in their social interests and has having less capacity for sublimating their instincts than men. “

So, if I was to believe the great man, I was born, somehow, intelligent. Then I discovered I don’t have a penis and that plunged my life in a see of shame and envy. It’s good though that it had driven me to pursue knowledge. But still I will never be able to compensate for my genital deficiency (sic).

The entire article is based on the early discovery of the little girl of the penis, the sight of it making her realize her inferiority and live a life of perpetual envy, shame, … (here all the frustrated men can add attributes).

I cannot say about other women, maybe I can try, with my lithe mind, to say something about myself. I never saw a penis until adolescence. By then I was already interested in mathematics, music and had read lots of books.

Now that I know The Penis, I still fail to realize my inferiority.

Genital deficiency, how come? Because The Man has a thing hanging there? But, wait, I have 2 and so much more impressive…

What about the fact that over the centuries women were not allowed to learn?

What about the fact that she was born intelligent but never allowed to fulfill her possibilities, raising her in the view that she is by default inferior? How wouldn’t she grow to fill these shoes?

What about domination by force?

Once a valuable attribute, the power of fists is no longer “respected” as it used to be.

So sad…

I wonder what kind of man Freud would have been nowadays and how many people study his views on femininity and agree with him…

January 14, 2007

American people are stupid

Filed under: Politics — femalebug @ 9:02 pm

I can’t believe this video!


Yes, there’s always been a myth about America being the stupidest country in the world

But still, that stupid?!

The religion of Israel is muslim, a mosque is an animal, people have one kidney, they were 3 World Wars…

They know nothing about the world but this doesn’t prohibit them in supporting a war to some country or another, doesn’t matter if it exists or not, if they never heard about it as long as Bush says so.

Some people could argue that these people were selected on purpose, but if they are not representing the majority, then how Bush was elected?

Illiterate, they think the US is the world’s best democracy, country, whatever. They are so full of themselves and fail to realize that their power was build on foreign imported intelligence and on the wars they started and supported.

Best democracy money can buy, indeed!


Filed under: Fiction — femalebug @ 7:10 pm

I’m standing here in my cemetery, the shovel in my hand, burying the last memories of us. The dead is almost covered by ground. A sad gray smiley is floating above the grave.

A guy is standing next to me. He’s quiet. He looks around.

I know… it’s a big cemetery. He doesn’t want to be buried here. I understand.

Even for me, it’s hard to tell how many times I’ve died and buried myself and them along with me.

Just somewhere close to here, it’s the previous burial ground. Our graves are made of sand and between us there is a blue beach umbrella just in the middle, not an inch closer to him, not an inch closer to me.

I hear a buzz sound. I turn around. The skeleton rose up from the grave and the smiley turned yellow and happy.

A messenger window appeared on my monitor.

I throw back the skeleton in the grave and turn the smiley off. I’m permanently dead to you too.



January 13, 2007

Strolling around

Filed under: Fiction — femalebug @ 6:13 pm

A corridor. Dark, dirty green wall, smelling of dampness. Lots of doors.

I walk slowly. Maybe I can find one door opened.

What? Wait…I stop with one paw in the air.

Male sounds. Deep, short and heavy. Sexual and … surprised? Agony or ecstasy?

Curious I approach the door. It’s slightly open. I slip in.

A guy dies in a sea of blood. The knife hits his back. The guy makes the sound. The knife hits again. And again. Promptly the man makes a moan. Pleasure or pain?

The power barometer drops to zero. He’s dead now. 5 lives left.

-Did you see what I just did to him? He never saw it coming, man!!

The guy in front of the monitor leaves the mouse and reaches for a beer.

I quickly hide under a table. Dirty socks, half full jars of rotten food and other unidentified stuff. Strong smell. I sniff each thing thoroughly trying to get all the scents in the air. Nothing to eat.

The door opens with a kick and a fat guy enters.

-Man, I have the latest collection of Deena Danes!

He hold in his hand a disc. Such a small thing, but, with the latest technology, 8 gigas of women at your fingers!

-Well, what do you have here! I didn’t know you were cat lovers, the fat guy exclaims.

-What, we don’t have any cat!

Ops, they saw me. It’s time to leave.

I go for a quick run to the door with a big jump at the end. I hear a noise and the door slams shut.

Just in time. I lick my paws and move on.

To blog or not to blog

Filed under: Uncategorized — femalebug @ 5:46 pm

13, a good day to start a blog.

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