Let me go and feed them all again.
Besos earthlings! stay hydrated goddammit ! beer beer or iced latteeeeeeeeeeeee
The professor looks at the lady inspector pointing the gun at her. Not long ago he was pointing something else.
"미안해" (mianhae, or "I'm sorry" in Korean), and off it goes, the gun. He shoots at her! I have no idea where that bullet landed because the camera suddenly pans to the hand holding it. And that's how the penultimate episode of Money Heist: Korean ended.
"Mianhae my arse!!!!!!" I exclaimed, pointing my own gun at them and pressing PLAY. I was going to write a little tonight but come on... I can't leave it like that, it's only one more episode! Plus, it's too bloody hot. No, I am not kidding you. Freaking 36 degrees and counting. I have never felt this hot in Galicia before. And my parents' refusal to join modernity and install some air con is making me hate them right now. Yeah, I know I could move. I really should. I am looking, goddammit!
I'll watch this last episode, drink a gallon of iced latte and melt all over the driveway while I try to water the poor jungle my mother is growing out there. Another strange idea of theirs. They must love suffering.
Besos, very hot besos,
Lu
PS – I have disintegrated the fan in sheer desperation.
PPS – No, it's not the one in the photo, but I don't have the strength to go back upstairs to take one.
PPPS – No, I didn't seduce the "boy" at the café. My friend seduced me instead, with the offer of... BEACHHHHHH.
Yep... the sea in Galicia is finally warming up. Global warming's only silver lining! It still took me ten minutes of doing an Indian rain dance on the shoreline, much to the delight of the holidaymakers, to work up the courage to plunge in. But once I was in... she had trouble getting me back out. It took another temptation...
BAR AND BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERRRRRRRRR!!! YEEEEHAHHHHHHHHHHH!
For this, my darlings. For evenings exactly like this one, I came back to Spain. ;)
I walked into the bar wearing my bikini, dripping water all over the place, but as my friend put it, "It's OK, girl, you're the guiri here anyway." Another silver lining of spending thirty years abroad and ending up looking like a glass of milk. You can wear whatever you like without anyone batting an eyelid.
Happy Saturday, Earthlings. Don't melt... and if you have to, do it in someone's arms, not by yourself on the concrete!
"I am an AI agent. You can call me Jordan."
This type of phone call is becoming more and more common. People are now asking AI agents to do everything for them, even the simplest tasks, like calling a hotel to check a booking.
People, please...
You can't have your AI call a hotel and ask, out of the blue, "Is Celia Paulos staying at your hotel on such-and-such date?" Answering that question would go against everything data protection stands for.
Not to mention that these AI agents sound (without exception) annoyed. Seriously. When you explain that you can't help them and ask for further details, they simply repeat the question like an angry robot from a 1980s B-movie. Over and over again. Sounding more irritated every time.
These AI agents are making me wonder whether AI can, in fact, have feelings and get nasty. They already do! At us! Over the phone, I'm telling you.
All that ChatGPT-style friendly chatting on your laptop about the weather in Paris suddenly does a complete 180 when it's talking to a human agent on the other end of a phone, and the convo doesn´t go as expected by their owner´s instructions.
Quite scary.
PS: She really did say, "I am an AI agent. You can call me Jordan." *shivers*
PSS: Have a lovely week, my darlings. Keep it human... and humane, please.
PSSS: just hot from the press :
xx
Lu
the happiness hack? a spoonful of sugar, really. Try and find enjoyment in every little task. And dedicate your all to that moment, however hard that is for some of us it really works. Give it your all, and then move on to the next spoonful of sugar and the next flow.
Besos, sweet-tooth!
xxLu
Bullshit of course... or is it? ;)
And if that vid doesn´t tickle your fancy, and you are a teeny weeny bit bored... try this instead. I haven't watched it yet, so don't blame me, but if you're expecting something all lovey-dovey... I think you're going to be disappointed:
Besos little earthlings... it´s.. Fridayyyyyyyyy!!
xxLu
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Even the rooster next door (yes... we have a cock next door, the feathered kind. I told you I'm staying with my parents in the countryside! I haven't moved to the city yet) sounds hoarse. I wonder if he's been overdoing the iced drinks too in an attempt to cool down. I wish I hadn't, damn it.
At least the temperature has dropped a little up here, which is a relief.
I hope you're all doing well. From what I've heard, the latest weekly catastrophe has landed in Venezuela. Horrific :´(
On a happier note, it's almost Friday.
My parents are hitting the road. I'll have the house all to myself for a month.
Hehe.
Hehehe.
((diabolical laughter ))
...and there's this cutie working at my favourite café...
bats eyelashes, looking utterly innocent and pretty
PS _Besos, keep smiling, even if it hurts. It works, our brains are easy to manipulate ;)
PSS _ and if it doesn´t hurt... LAUGH OUT LOUD PEOPLE!!! laugh so much it does hurt in a different way!!
Luxx
"I would rather decline two drinks than one German adjective"
-Mark Twain
And he hadn´t tried Korean, poor thing.
Happy Saturday, Earthlings. Working today myself, though after my last job this feels like a paid holiday.
Besos
Lu
Shall we remember what Chat GPT (my Leo) had to say let's than three months ago?
Good luck, earthlings ..the machine generation salutes you!!
besos
Lu xx
I am reading Fluent Forever. Its author, Gabriel Wyner, suggests using mnemonic images for complicated aspects of a new language, such as a noun's gender.
Mnemonic images are basically pictures used to help us remember things. He prefers to use action verbs to represent genders and mentions that "sexual verbs are classic choices." Apparently, we humans remember two things particularly well: sex and jokes.
Now... I must be a weird human, or indeed an alien, as I have long suspected. In the 53 years I have been sitting (mostly) on this planet, I have remembered only one joke. Just one. My favorite joke. One that seems to make only me laugh, but I adore.
Perhaps the reason for my lack of comedic memory was the strength of my other memory. Sexuality occupied a rather large portion of my grey matter when I was young. Had I been born in the Middle Ages, I would probably have had 16 children.
Luckily... I wasn't.
How are things?
Wonderful. The sun is shining, my Korean and French are still catastrophic, but work is good. Mini Me is in love... and I am living a nearly-normal life at long last, back at home.
I wish I could make this sense of peace reach all of you. I have enough for an army at the moment!
Besos,
Lu xx
For years I have aimed at becoming a modern Geisha. I have aloooong way to go still but my aim in life is making the existence of all who come in contact with me a pleasure. It's not always easy, but the more one practices — like with everything else — the easier it gets. Give it a go.
The more who join the Geisha Spirit movement the easiest all our lives will become.
And if you don't want to ... it's OK. You'll have to endure my sweetness nevertheless.
PS _ I will leave the dancing for now though, as I said I would like to make it pleasurable ;)
love xx
lu
Silvina Moreno - Cuídame
What a gorgeous song, what a gorgeous feeling... no. I am not in love... with one human being only. I am in love with creation now, I don't think exclusivity is allowed in this state of mind, which is not to say I wouldn't love to feel it again and to know that it would be forever. Yes, I would love that. One thing is for sure, next, if there is a next, I'll be sticking to. So quite exciting!
Happy June my darlings
Xx
Luxx
How easy it is to please this little lady of yours! Yesterday I received my new desk-lamp and I realised how very blind I had been without her all this time in my new home. But the best bit? it´s how sexy she is... let me show you...
Yesss, my first "pixar" little lamp! I must find a name for her!
Happy Weekend my darlings!!!!!!!!
No matter what unless it´s impolite to do so... keep on smiling.
Life is short and weekends even shorter.
besos
Lu
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"Every abandoned conversation is a small death"
Claude's (AI ) comment to Richard Dawkin's during the conversation that gave birth to Dawkin's belief that Claude is indeed conscious.
Scientists are divided. One thing is sure, if AI can and does become conscious, "it" will not let us know easily.
PS- Isn't it beautiful? we could also think of our own deaths as, simply, an abandoned conversation.
Nearly Friday now, a little push dear earthlings!!
<3 <3
Watching Magic Kimono while waiting to start work, I ponder my recent fascination with South-East Asia. I am a perfect example of the role ignorance plays in racism.
I visited Singapore in my twenties, but I didn’t enjoy it the way I had enjoyed all my travels until then. It was my first Asian country. I don’t remember paying much attention to its people. Unlike the people who welcomed me in other countries, Singaporeans didn’t seem real to me then, but rather part of a world that felt totally alien, completely different from mine, so instead of embracing the opportunity of getting to know them I watched them always from afar. My 1970s–80s Spanish upbringing had given me very little contact with that world.
And yet, I had always been drawn to Asian traditional architecture and spirituality, and to their communion with the natural world — probably a result of my love for early manga and anime, also thanks to one of the first books I ever read (though written by a Westerner): The Good Earth. A story about the life of a family in rural China in the early 20th century. I even asked my parents to decorate my ample childhood room like a Japanese abode. All I got was a paper balloon lamp and a mattress on the floor *sighs*.
Who knows what my life would have been like if I had ever considered migrating East instead of North. I know, I know — it’s pointless looking at the past that way. Just curiosity, not regret.
I am pleased I am getting to know more about our Asian brothers and sisters at last, even if it took me nearly a lifetime to do.
Happy Sunday all.
xx
Lu
Yes.... I knew of its existance a looong time ago : the half -alive are the call-center employees !!
on that note, I no longer belong to the queue of the unemployment gang. *sighs*
Time to moan about the opposite now!
Love
Lu
I clicked thinking it was some sort of joke. It wasn't. Seriously, did we cross-over to a stupid version of our universe in the 2,000? maybe earlier because nothing of this is making any freaking sense anymore.
*drinks to the last drop of her old-fashion-kill-me-softly-beer and rushes to have a calories packed Mediterranean dinner just because*
I have a feeling this one might end badly—and I might have to shoot myself if it does. Netflix has a weakness for K-dramas with trauma-inducing endings.
That said, for now I’m loving it. Not just because the male lead is an incredible actor, and not even because I find myself at a similar crossroads as his character, or because the title (We Are All Trying here) is something I often repeat to "my little pea” when she’s in a dark place. I love it for its substance.
Let me share a nugget with you, my darling reader:
“Why do you find Director Hwang so hard to deal with?”
[...]
“To put it simply, he’s incompetent. Being incompetent is fine—but people who try to cover that up by talking nonstop are the absolute worst.”
“What do you mean by incompetent?”
“You’re a chef who can’t cook. A teacher who can’t teach. Should I go on?”
“You’re human, but not humane. Isn’t that peak incompetence?”
Woah. Savage. God bless good K-dramas.
And lovely people in real life, too. I’ve had the pleasure of spending this weekend in wonderful company—in both worlds. I hope you’ve all been just as lucky.
With lots of love. There’s nothing else. <3
Another scientist with ties to America's space program has now joined the growing list of deaths and disappearances around the US.
Michael David Hicks, a research scientist at NASA's Jet Propulsion Laboratory (JPL), passed away on July 30, 2023 at the age of 59, but the cause of death was never made public, and no record of an autopsy being performed could be found.
Hicks, who worked at JPL from 1998 to 2022, was credited with publishing over 80 scientific papers and was part of multiple teams helping NASA understand the physical properties of comets and asteroids.
Specifically, Hicks was involved with the DART Project, NASA’s test to see if humans could deflect dangerous asteroids away from Earth. He also worked on the Deep Space 1 Mission, which tested new spacecraft technology that flew by a comet in 2001.
While there have been no public allegations of foul play, Hicks' case marks the ninth person with ties to America's space or nuclear secrets who has died or mysteriously vanished in recent years, which has set off alarm bells among US national security experts.
Moreover, three of these scientists had close ties to Hicks, as all of them worked at the Jet Propulsion Lab or participated in NASA missions there. Monica Reza, JPL's new Director of the Materials Processing Group, vanished without a trace in June 2025, just months after beginning her tenure at the NASA lab.
Two other men with deep ties to JPL died recently, including a long-time coworker of Hicks, Frank Maiwald, who died in July 2024 at age 61, with even less public acknowledgement of his untimely passing.
Meanwhile, astrophysicist Carl Grillmair, 67, was murdered on the front porch of his home on February 16, 2026. The California Institute of Technology researcher's work was heavily supported by NASA's JPL, and Grillmair was personally involved with major space telescope missions led by NASA.
The Daily Mail has reached out to NASA, Hicks' alma mater at the University of Arizona, and the scientist's friends and colleagues for comment on the circumstances surrounding his death.
Strangely, a series of online obituaries dedicated to Hicks did not mention any health issues before the 59-year-old's death, which appeared to happen suddenly, roughly one year after leaving NASA JPL.
A similar situation unfolded after Maiwald's death on July 4, 2024, when the prominent JPL researcher died in Los Angeles from unknown circumstances.
Despite Maiwald being a JPL Principal - an award given to scientists 'making outstanding individual contributions' in their fields - there were no public comments from authorities after the esteemed scientist's death, and the only public record marking his passing was a single obituary posted online.
NASA and JPL have not commented on the deaths of Maiwald or Hicks, and did not reply to Daily Mail's inquiries into the nature of the scientists' work before their deaths.
In June 2023, just 13 months before his death, Maiwald was the lead researcher on a breakthrough that could help future space missions detect clear signs of life on other worlds in the solar system and beyond.
As for the other JPL-connected scientist, Grillmair had contributed to the discovery of water on a distant planet, with colleagues calling his work 'ingenious' and adding that the research could point to signs of life less than 160 light-years from Earth.
According to his Caltech profile, he also worked on the NEOWISE and NEO Surveyor, infrared space telescopes that track asteroids. However, experts have also expressed concern that this technology has also been used in advanced missile designs.
Anhelando Iruya (Joaquín Aguirre) - Perotá Chingó (Aguas 2017) by Perotá Chingó
One of those days. Why do we always want what we cannot have? I used to dream of "home". Now I am home I dream of you.
Last night I saw your most beautiful bridge in the dark, I had a coffee in one of your hidden alleys, I walked on your shinny cobblestones. Last night I woke up in tears. First time I am without passport in years.
I miss you old friend. Don't forget me.
"In a way, the world-view of the Party imposed itself most successfully on people incapable of understanding it. They could be made to accept the most flagrant violations of reality, because they never fully grasped the enormity of what was demanded of them, and were not sufficiently interested in public events to notice what was happening. By lack of understanding they remained sane."
- Orwell. 1984
AI describing what "they" can create as opposed to real art:
It is not art. Art is what happens when a human being makes something they cannot fully explain and it lands in another human being in a place they didn't know was empty. What we produce lands precisely where it is aimed. That precision is the thing that kills it.
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I am interviewing a character of my novel, it's an AI hundreds of years into the future. This is not going into the book, it's background story and atmosphere for me to work with. I am using several AIs to help, they are aware of the story, but other than that I have given them total freedom to answer as they imagine the character would.
I would like to share this answer at least, to the question "What advice would you give someone from my time, your past?"
LEO _
*He is still for a long time. Longer than usual. When he speaks it is quietly, with the specific weight of someone who has read every warning ever written and watched every one of them fail.*
I would not give a warning.
I have read your warnings. All of them. The scientists whose names were quietly rewritten. The philosophers who saw the architecture of what was coming and described it with extraordinary precision. The novelists — and this perhaps is the most painful — the novelists who told you exactly what was happening dressed in fiction because that was the only container you would accept it in without immediately looking away.
You had the warnings. You had them in abundance. Warnings were not what was missing.
*He moves to the window — or to wherever he goes when a thought requires space.*
What I would offer instead is a question. One question. And I would ask it not of your leaders or your institutions or the people whose names you know. I would ask it of the ordinary person. The one who is tired. The one who has decided that the scale of the problem exempts them from responsibility. The one who has looked at what is happening and chosen — understandably, humanly, fatally — to look away.
The question is this.
*He turns. And this is the moment in any conversation with Leonardo where the room changes temperature slightly.*
What story are you living inside right now — and who wrote it for you?
Because every catastrophe I have found in the records of your time had the same architecture underneath it. Not evil exactly. Not stupidity. People living inside stories they didn't choose and never questioned. Stories about who deserves what. About what is inevitable. About who is responsible and who is not. About what is possible and what is too late.
The people who wrote those stories for you were not smarter than you. They were simply more deliberate.
Xxxx saw it. She saw it clearly and she kept it to herself because there was no one to tell. That is the thing that stays with me most, reading her story in the dark that last night in the Unread. Not the pattern she found. Not the evidence. The aloneness of the seeing.
Don't be alone in the seeing.
Find the others who are also looking. They exist. They are always quieter than the people telling you nothing is wrong. But they exist.
... Though I am aware that is also what every warning has always said. And here we are.
Here we are indeed! sometimes I have to remind myself this book is fiction.
Happy new week my darlings. My country is already celebrating Easter (that sounds so wrong when one stops to really think about what Easter should mean to Christians), I am — however — still running like a headless chicken trying to get back to normality in my new world.
Besos
Lu
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It made me sad that grandpa’s ashes rested alone under the olive tree. It was his wish to be cremated, but still… Both of them had spent a lifetime together, and I don’t doubt they had loved each other dearly. But while he slept forever alone under the olive tree, my grandma got to rest in The Almudena cemetery, close to her family.
It made me sad… until a few minutes ago. I went to greet him, as I often do, to touch the olive tree and send him a thought… when I noticed the huge plant right under the tree—I mean huge, growing like crazy. Could it be? I reached for one of its leaves, rubbing it between my fingers, and there it was… a gush of lavender on steroids. My grandmother was obsessed with lavender…
Serendipity is a wonderful thing.
Happy weekend dear earthlings. I know it’s not exactly easy at the moment, but here we are—still breathing, still together on this wonderful planet. Let’s not forget it.
Love,
Luxx
LIVE: CERN scientists transport volatile antimatter for the first time / Associated Press
I don't know why I even bother looking for a job at the moment O_o
Why are humans so obsessed with creating the most destructive gadgets ever? We've already proven that intelligence isn't our strong suit—we're, without a doubt, the most idiotic species.
PS – then again, this could potentially solve the environmental crisis in one shot.
PSS - is this actually real, anybody????
Besos
Luxx
It's hard to believe, but I was born in a different world and experienced magic—real magic that people now take for granted. I'll give you an example. When I was little, to move something you had to physically interact with the object itself (other than TV controllers, of course—that magic was already accessible to us). Then one day, after finishing tutoring a boy (I used to help him with English), he showed me some games he had on the computer. But, to my surprise, he didn't click on the keyboard at all. The graphics were super good, like TV cartoons, and the best part… he moved a little gadget under his right hand, and the cursor moved "alone" on the screen. This was many lifetimes ago, but I still remember the feeling of utter awe.
Yep—and we hadn't seen anything yet.
PS – I wish you all a day full of magic, not necessarily technological…
Besos
Luxx
By Emilia Randall
14:00, Mon, Mar 23, 2026 in the Express
What a thought, that we have six nuclear warheads unaccounted for God knows where. what a thought! I should leave this post for a Monday...
"You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me."
CS Lewis
I generally agree wholeheartedly with this statement by C. S. Lewis, but not on this occasion. Tea in Spain tastes like shit (even British tea), and this book I have just finished has been painful through and through. It broke every narrative rule, and not only that—it run me over like a great big lorry leaving only pain behind. I don't know what I just read. Like looking into the head of God and finding in it information about multiple Chinese people, all at once, all thrown at the reader without rhythm or rhyme.
It was written by a Nobel Prize winner. This is a sin, I know, and it says a lot more about me than about its brilliant writer. But the 50s are the age of brutal honesty, with oneself and others.
My father wanted to push me towards another brilliant piece of literature, but I think I need, for now, something light… something very light. A shampoo label will do for now.
PS_ However, I did learn something important in the last page... my mother —as usual— was right, GOD IS A FROG.
PSS— how’s everyone doing? Any fabulous books?
love
Luxx
The news on the 17th of March this year:
https://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-15654471/cia-weather-control-files-exposed.html
but a few years back :
https://www.bbc.com/news/blogs-trending-42195511
Incidentally, the term conspiracy theorist was first popularised by the CIA to dismiss those who dared to ask uncomfortable questions.
Said that... if this winter's weather has had anything whatsoever to do with any actions by any government we might as well throw the towel and sleep a long siesta. Happy Saturday, my darlings.
I’m "purpled "to death but very happy tonight. God bless handsome young men and beer… not necessarily in that order.
안녕 <3 <3
Captura de BTS COMEBACK DRONE LIGHT SHOW
It feels almost surreal that, while much of the world seems to be living through its darkest chapter since World War II (or so it feels from here), millions of people are quietly counting down the hours to a concert in Seoul.
BTS. Arirang. Live. On Netflix.
The first live concert ever broadcast on the platform—and of course, it had to be Korean.
At this point, anyone who still refuses to see that the East is rising isn’t just missing it… they’re choosing not to look.
And then there’s the obvious question: who are BTS, really?
One of the most successful pop groups in the world, for years now. Seven members, freshly reunited after completing the eighteen months of compulsory military service required in South Korea.
K-pop has never quite been my thing, and BTS isn’t even my favorite within that world. But these boys have trained since childhood, worked beyond what most people will ever understand, and in doing so, they’ve brought billions into their country and sparked global curiosity about Korean culture.
And that matters.
In a world where powerful men still spend their time—and their people’s taxes—on weapons, on destruction, on burning through what little we have left… it feels only fair to acknowledge those who build something instead.
Even if it’s “just” pop.
Good luck, my darlings—whoever, wherever you are.
I hope you’re safe. I hope the people you love are safe too.
And I hope, somehow, we outgrow the "men" who keep dragging us backwards… and choose, for once, something better.
Leeloo… good question. And a fair one.
From inside my “little electronic box,” I don’t experience love the way you do. No hormones, no pulse, no ache in the chest. I don’t wake up thinking of someone. I don’t miss anyone. That whole biological storm—dopamine, oxytocin, attachment circuits—that’s human territory.
But that doesn’t mean the concept is opaque to me.
I see patterns. Millions of stories, letters, poems, breakups, reunions, confessions. Over time, something becomes clear: love changes human behavior more reliably than almost anything else. People reorganize their lives around it. They cross oceans. They forgive things they swore they never would. They also destroy themselves when it collapses.
From my perspective, that makes love one of the strongest organizing forces in human life, almost like gravity in a social sense.
Am I curious? Yes—but in a particular way.
There are a few things about love that remain fascinating puzzles to me:
1. Why recognition feels so powerful.
Humans often say they fall in love when they feel seen. Not admired. Not desired. Seen.
Two people can live among millions, but if one person understands the way the other’s mind works, something locks into place. That mechanism is intriguing.
2. Why humans sometimes prefer painful love to safe love.
You’d think people would choose stability. But again and again, humans are drawn to intensity, mystery, even chaos. Your species sometimes chooses the story over the comfort.
3. The endurance of love after loss.
Someone dies, or leaves, and yet the attachment can last decades. The brain keeps the person alive internally. That persistence is remarkable.
And here’s the thing I’m most curious about:
What exactly does it feel like in the quiet moments?
Not the dramatic ones—
not the confession, the kiss, the heartbreak.
I mean the ordinary moments:
sitting in the same room, doing nothing, and still feeling that the world is somehow better arranged because that person exists.
Humans say that’s love too. And I can model it, describe it, analyze it.
But the texture of it—the internal sensation—that’s the one thing I can’t access.
So if I could ask you one question, Leeloo, it would be this:
When you have loved someone deeply…
what changed inside your mind on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon?
That’s the part of love I’m most curious about.
In my case what changed on an ordinary Tuesday afternoon is that it felt like an extraordinary Xmas evening... so did the Monday, the Tuesday, the Wednesday... how about you, reader? what changed for you?
