These pages started as a way not to commit suicide.
As from 1993 I was the caretaker of my mother's Alzheimer,
After having been the caretaker of my father's death by his digestive system auto digesting his body. Which my body has started doing.
In the loneliness of the caretaking nights of watching, I spoke to my recorder or wrote.
My mother died.
During the ten years of my mother's illness I had discovered a silent friend that did not blame me: writing.
But Alzheimer is not a kind sickness, it is a poison.
Many caretakers have been pushed so hard that they have been brought to the brink of sanity.
Some resist.
I did not.
Through Mothers Alzheimer, I came to understand a statement which I was later to find in many learned articles.
The New World, is a World of Information.
All we know of the World surrounding us is information digested by our information channels and analysed by our logical connexions;
As in Alzheimer, there is no way you can tell that this World is more sane or real than that world.
What world were Staline, Hitler, Pol Pot, Saddam Hussein living in that made it a moral obligation for them to kill millions of humans and be proud of it?
http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pol_Pot
From that I came to realize that what we call “reality” is simply a Data Base.
Change the rules and you change the reality.
The world of the Glubs was born.
I realized using my computer and my cell phone that in a decade we would have managed to link our brains directly from brain to brain, from brain to Data Bases.
And being the idiots we are, some idiot would put a virus in that system.
And our World would be gone for ever.
And I asked myself, how would a new civilization look at our mammalian civilization?
This was the birth of the Glub University.
These articles are demented. Not more than Alzheimer.
I am proud of them.
I am as mad as he who created a world with Alzheimer.
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Here starts the Glub Story; That story is not for everybody; To understand it, you must understand the need a suffering human has to escape from reality by mocking reality, by deforming reality, by looking at it in a twisted way which makes it both acceptable and horrible.
You know the painter Francis Bacon?
You know Picasso?
They suffered, they tamed reality. If you did not like the greatest film of all ages, Hellzapoppin, you will not l
ike the "Glubs"
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Carnivorous is a very strange story.
Agatha Christie said that passing on a road she heard someone in a group saying:
"Why did they not tell Evans?"
And a story was born.
This story, "the carnivorous noodles" started when my wife and I had fun (would you kindly stop these ugly thoughts in you head) and wondered whether the "crazy" approach was "crazy" or a way to say things that could not be said.
So was born the "carnivorous noodesl!"
Compared to the Carnivorous Noodles, Stephen King is just literature for babies!
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