The Art of Nitpicking: Because Your Opinion Matters Most (Apparently)

 I wrote years ago about Mat Watson from Carwow: his reviews often skip things that actually matter, and he throws in a lot of subjective nonsense. Like complaining about VW’s touchscreen instead of physical buttons—sure, I don’t like it either, but that doesn’t mean it’s automatically bad for everyone. He moans about things not fitting his personal taste, as if that’s some universal truth.

And today I saw a short from MKBHD doing the exact same thing. He’s upset that Samsung’s latest update makes you swipe down twice to access settings—one swipe shows notifications, the second brings up quick settings. He says, “No one should copy Samsung.” Why? Just because he doesn’t like it? Maybe someone else prefers it that way! And the kicker: he even admits in the same video that you can change it back to the old behavior with a simple setting. So what’s he whining about? It’s pointless complaining for the sake of complaining.

Honestly, we don’t need these self-important “preferences” shoved down our throats. It can be funny if someone’s bias is presented creatively, but most of the time it’s just annoying.

When Church Turns Into Coachella: Is That Smoke… or Incense?

 I wish I believed in God — I really do — but I’m not the type to go to church or pray.

Well… unless we’re talking about winning the lottery. Then I suddenly remember how to make the sign of the cross with extra enthusiasm.

I grew up surrounded by religion. My grandparents were super devout — and not just into religion, but also into superstitions deluxe. You name it, they believed it.

Like: “Don’t make the sign of the cross backwards or the devil will come.”

Or: “Cover all the mirrors when someone dies, or their soul might get trapped inside like it’s a paranormal Pokéball.”

To be honest, I believed in a lot of those things when I was little. Some made sense. Others felt straight-up cursed.

But let’s skip the ghost stories for now. I want to talk about technology and religion — and how I was raised to think they were mortal enemies.

Where I come from, the idea was: if you want to be truly pure, like monk-level pure, you don’t touch technology. No phones, no microphones, no smart altars with Bluetooth Jesus™. The holiest people were the monks in the mountains, living in wooden cabins, avoiding both sinners and Wi-Fi.

Sure, I know most religious people today use technology at home — nothing wrong with that.

But when I walk into a church and see flashing LED screens, wireless mics, or some priest live-streaming Mass with a ring light…

I can’t help but feel like the sacred vibe is glitching.

Again, I’m not even religious myself — I don’t go to church. But when I do see one, and it looks more like a concert stage than a spiritual place… I kind of lose respect for it.

There’s something about raw, candle-lit, echoing silence that feels holy. Not surround sound and PowerPoint hymns.

Hear Me Out — This Is How We Win (Hala Madrid)

 Every now and then, Real Madrid needs a reset—a squad shake-up to ignite a new era, just like Mourinho did over a decade ago. Despite having a relatively young squad today, the team has started to feel too familiar, too predictable. If Ancelotti hadn’t been dismissed, he could’ve tried a similar tactical approach to the one he used against City a year or two ago—I can’t remember exactly when, but I do remember it was a defensive masterclass.

In today’s preseason glimpse with Xabi Alonso, he’s already tested some fresh legs, signaling that changes may be coming. But let’s be honest: once the preseason dust settles, most of the starting XI will likely look very similar to last season—with one key difference: a defense that actually holds its shape.

If Madrid really wants to rewrite the script, it’s time to be bold. A system like the 5-2-3 could be revolutionary at the Bernabéu—compact, lethal on the break, and tailor-made for the squad’s explosive front three. Here's what that might look like:

                                                Courtois

        Trent/Carvajal   Asensio   Rüdiger   Huijsen   Fran García/Mendy

                    Tchouaméni (Ceballos)       Valverde (Camavinga)

              Endrick/Güler/Rodrygo   Mbappé   Vinícius (Bellingham)

Weekend Craft Project?

 Is it just me, or does this article feel totally fake? Link

It seriously looks like some guy wandered into an abandoned site, grabbed a few random stones, arranged them in a cool pattern, slapped some paint on them, roughed it up to look ancient — and boom, “archaeological discovery.”

I get it — I probably sound like an ignorant fool. I know there are actual protocols and real science behind this stuff. But even with that in mind... this just screams “made-up headline” to me.

One Team, Two Cars, One’s a Decoy

 Every teammate Verstappen has ever had might as well be driving a car with a limiter slapped on. I mean, come on — Tsunoda looked feisty in a Toro Rosso, showing flashes of talent, and now he joins Red Bull and suddenly he's battling for 10th like it’s his dream? Please.

And don’t even get me started on Pérez. Until two years ago, solid driver, aggressive racer. Then? He’s reduced to playing pit-wall pawn while Max laps the galaxy.

It’s almost insulting how obvious it is — yet everyone pretends the second car is just “not performing” like it's some mystery. Newsflash: if Red Bull wants to make Max the golden boy (which, spoiler alert, they already have), just say it. No one’s going to riot. It’s your team, your rules.

But this whole "both drivers have equal machinery" charade? Laughable. Either they’re bad at setting up a second car — which is doubtful — or they’re not even trying. And if Verstappen really is that superhuman, then fine — but spare us the idea that the difference is purely talent. We weren’t born yesterday.

If you’re going to favor one driver, at least have the finesse to make it subtle. Because right now? It’s not just obvious. It’s embarrassing. For a team obsessed with perfection, they sure let a lot of points slip just to maintain a golden narrative.

Maybe someone hinted at this in some backroom interview, maybe not. All I know is: from where I sit, this whole “equal car” thing looks like a fairy tale — and not even a good one.

Old Gods, New Meta: FaZe’s CS2 Roster Is Straight Violence

FaZe didn’t just build a team — they summoned a damn death squad. s1mple in FaZe? That’s illegal in most countries. You’ve got karrigan calling plays from Valhalla, rain aging in reverse, EliGE dragging NA out of its grave, and frozen casually deleting souls like it’s warm-up.

This isn’t CS — this is esports genocide.

Watching them makes me feel 10 years younger and 10 times more toxic. Valorant? Please. Got banned for typing “L.” No thanks. I want blood, flicks, and voice chat warfare — and FaZe just brought the apocalypse. 

What happened today June 16, 2025 #15. Dissapointing Norris and french people

 

• Atlético was embarrassingly bad yesterday. As a Real Madrid fan, even I felt secondhand pain.

• I’m not a fan of Norris, but owning up to his mistake earned my respect. Still, I stand by what I said before the season—Piastri’s taking the title.
  🔗 Norris admits fault

• Meanwhile, the French are still out here trying to have a personality—one of the last in Europe.
  🔗 French vibe check

I Put €200 in Ethereum and Now I Want to Open a Death Resort

 I’m no crypto guru. I don’t sell overpriced courses, flex rented Lambos, or pretend to be a millionaire in front of a borrowed penthouse.But one thing’s clear — ever since last year’s bull run, something feels off. Bitcoin isn’t crashing, it’s hovering unnaturally high, like it’s being held up on invisible strings. Who’s keeping it afloat like some sacred relic — and more importantly, how long can that illusion last? Some still believe Bitcoin will reach €1,000,000. Maybe they said it in 2017. Maybe they’re still saying it now. I hold Ethereum, so I don’t lose sleep. It lives in a loop — somewhere between €1,500 and €3,500 — so yeah, my €200 are "safe" in their own boring little purgatory.

So... What's Next?

Because crypto, if you’re not a scalper, looks more and more like a pretty box full of nothing. So here’s where it gets real: the future belongs to those with enough vision to make the impossible feel inevitable.

Let me throw out a few wild cards:

1. Hyper-Realistic Robot Brothels

If robots are learning empathy and generating code, why not… pleasure too? You’ve seen the prototypes online. (A friend showed me, obviously.) Now imagine a hotel chain offering experiences that blur the lines between companionship, fantasy, and adult entertainment. Morally bankrupt? Maybe. Profitable? Absolutely.

2. Gamified End-of-Life Experiences

In a few countries, assisted suicide is legal. Eventually, that could go global. So what if we take that idea… and add storytelling? Not everyone wants to die in a white room hooked to beeping machines. What if they chose to exit with a narrative?

Die in a blaze of bullets — “He lived like a legend, and went out like one.”

Feel the ancient fear — a simulated decapitation, to feel what the condemned once felt.

Or... The Methadone Express — for those who want to slip out euphorically.

Dystopian? Sure. But don’t forget: pain is real. And storytelling heals, even at the end.

3. Cinematic AI: VEO-3 and the Imagination Wars

If you’ve got a vision in your head and no Hollywood budget, AI is your new studio. Tools like Veo-3 are redefining what it means to create. You don’t need 200 extras and a RED camera. You need a terrifyingly powerful idea and the audacity to show it to the world. The next "viral short film" might not be from A24 — it could be from a bedroom in Bucharest.

We're living in a time where everything is fake — and everything is possible. You're either building something, or you're getting left behind scrolling through other people’s wins. So whatever it is — build it. Make it weird. Make it beautiful. But for the love of survival, don’t die poor.

The Stars Don't Speak, They Shuffle

 I’ve come to a brilliant, half-asleep revelation about zodiac prognostics. Ever noticed how most horoscopes are suspiciously positive? Like, “You're glowing today,” or “Big things are coming!” And if they dare mention something negative, it’s always for like two zodiac signs max—usually Scorpios or Geminis. Coincidence? Hmm.

Now, I’m no astrologer. I haven’t sacrificed sleep to study Mercury’s lunch break schedule or the Moon’s mood swings. But here’s my theory, fresh out of dreamland:

There are like 100–1000 generic texts sitting in an array somewhere. Each day, the system grabs a zodiac sign and randomly assigns one of those feel-good (or feel-bad-for-balance) blurbs. Maybe there’s even a “no repeats for 30 days” rule just to keep the illusion alive. But that’s it. That’s the whole magic.

It’s basically:

const zodiacs = [“Aries”, “Taurus”, …];

const messages = [“You’re amazing today!”, “Beware of exes”, …];

for (let i = 0; i < zodiacs.length; i++) {

   assign(zodiacs[i], getRandom(messages));

}

So yeah. It’s not the stars, it’s just a random ego boost generator for emotionally fragile humans with Wi-Fi.

Astrology? Nah, it’s just math... dressed in glitter, lying to egocentric motherfu—well, you get the idea.

Spain Invests Big in Cardio: Morata Runs, Nation Pays

 Spain reportedly dropped €10.5 million — the entire Nations League prize — just for the privilege of seeing Álvaro Morata play in the final. That’s not a transfer fee. That’s just pain money.

Let that sink in: €10.5 million...

To watch a man who touches the ball like it owes him money.

Morata should be proud. Not every player can say they cost their nation a small fortune just to show up and redefine the word "presence".

Next time, Álvaro, do it for Spain:

Stay home.

Or at least offer a discount.

📉 Play less. Save the budget. Win more. 🇪🇸


Jokes aside (or not), wtf happened with Yamal? Who paid him not to play?

Switched to iPhone. Stopped Caring.

 

After two months with the iPhone 16 Pro Max, I can confidently say: no real issues that matter.

Yes, there are bugs. Yes, some apps randomly close like they just gave up on life. Yes, the screen brightness acts weird when the phone gets too warm, like it’s shy or something. But honestly? Nothing catastrophic. Nothing worth launching a Reddit thread over.

The one thing that’s really changed since switching from Android?

I don’t watch phone reviews on YouTube anymore. Not one.

Why? No clue. Maybe the iPhone killed that part of my brain — the one that needed to obsess over specs, camera comparisons, and monthly buyer’s remorse.

And let’s be real: the Galaxy S25 Ultra? Probably the better phone. Better camera, better customization, more features for people who like features. I’d recommend it to anyone.

But me? I’ve apparently joined the iPhone cult.

Against all logic… this thing fits me.

It’s like I’ve stopped needing to defend my tech choices. Stopped hunting for the "next best."

Maybe I’m finally content.

Or maybe Apple slipped something in the aluminum.

Either way, here I am.

Not better. Not worse. Just weirdly… done.