Recently, I was talking to Bean about chess openings and how I like to counter the popular Queen’s Gambit. It turns out that he was paying more attention to what I was saying than I had originally thought.

I found out (from Sil) that he has been using what I told him to impress girls!

If I remember correctly, I was describing to him the moves that make up the Budapest, which is also a Gambit (involves a sacrifice).

(Note: The Budapest is an amateur level opening where, if the opponent is unfamiliar with the opening, could screw up white’s original tactics and in give the advantage to Black, who is presumably more accustomed to this rare opening.)

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Bean has decided to follow his dream. More accurately, Bean, a daydream believer (cheer up sleepy jean), has unearthed a path to his dream. When he was in his teens, he developed a love for phototaking and the potential rewards it brings (read: hot models). So as he grew in age so did his interest and now in his mid twenties, it has become something that Bean wants to do for a living.

Bean is currently working in the print media industry. In two weeks, he won’t be anymore. He tendered his resignation yesterday. Starting next month, he begins his new job as a photographer’s assistant.

I’m quite happy for him actually. I know he wanted this really badly and seriously, it is a step in the right direction and a big step at that. He has no qualification, no portfolio, no one to vouch for him, no-one credible anyway. Going around with a professional in the field, he would definitely be able to pick things up as well as meet people that could be useful in future. Continue Reading…

My friend, Bean, also known as Pippo (after Pippo Inzaghi), went drinking a few nights ago. So as usual, the stupid fucker didn’t think too much about driving under the influence. Personally, despite what he says about his sense of responsibility and some other shit about how he is great and mighty and has a big cock, I think that his sense of responsibility is next to zero, and he is not as fantastic as he makes himself out to be. Granted, his dangler is one that needs a sheath but that cannot always be used as an excuse.

So, the dumb lug took his dad’s new (six month old?) car out for drinks and while driving back, he introduced the poor car to an unsuspecting fence. According to the asshole, he was driving at only 40 km/h when he made a turn and went over a wet spot. Then he lost control, skidded, swerved, did a somersault and a pirouette and smashed into a fence. Not the flexible kind, mind you, but the kind that has no element of elasticity. Continue Reading…