Dylan Dog I do not read for years, but this movie I also went to see ... until I saw the trailer. I do not know where to begin, so I can only say the first thing that crossed my mind m'è: without Groucho, what's the point?
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Kiddie Smoke Detectors
Memory Color
Yes, I even changed the design, it was love at first sight for this wallpaper lemons. You know when a picture, sound an odor or any silly free memories? Behold, against this background brought me back to a part of my childhood that is linked to my grandmother visits to aunts - indeed, the great-aunts - and / or her friends, of course with grandson in tow. Yeah, because my father never wanted me to go to kindergarten, remembers when he came out with a broken nose and a series of unpleasant memories. I never asked to tell, but I always imagined a scene vaguely Dickensian. I said, the alternative to asylum was my grandmother, who in addition to bringing my brother and me to the park and watch our games, often violent - on the other hand, those of males have a tendency - we dragged visits I mentioned earlier. Over time I forgot the names of aunts and aunts, but not the set of those encounters, because most of the time, talking to people and events unknown to me, I had plenty of time to look around.
I remember an aunt with the house-toned pink, or maybe I remember it well because every time I went I did find paper and pens to draw, especially one that was pink and old for this m'è impressed. That color did not even know existed until I started to see it everywhere, especially at that particular aunt's house, which over time has become Aunt Rosa Antico.
In another reminder of the plates and small squares on the wall, even though I can not focus on those images, and what remains for me is - again - the colors. In this case, yellow, white, green and black, but combined in a very imaginative and cheerful. It seems to me also to remember where you live, but I would not swear. That aunt did not even have a nickname, it's just a fantasy of images that seem blurry but always about to come to the surface and then remains stubborn under the water, but we call her Aunt Decorated. Yes, I think the are well. The third
I remember was the aunt of Rimini, and leads immediately to the dolphins that I had promised I would see by going to find, but of course I'm still waiting to see. But I remember the china in his house, white and colored, put a little 'everywhere with lots of crocheted doilies as if one should arise in mo' Venus' from the waters, including - not even to make it - a dolphin. I could touch it? Better not. So here's a small, plastic and, as a sop. Luckily I was a kid with a lively imagination, so I did it enough. Or at least I think maybe instead I cried like a desperate and I do not remember anymore. From there, somehow, dolphins, porcelain and Rimini are mixed in a memory gray, white and pink. Funny how the colors of my past memories more than any other detail.
Even the memory of my grandmother a color to a pale blue, sometimes with shades of lilac, which is attributed to his clothing in one of his pots. I swear, had to be glazed or whatever it was that color outside and white inside. There, now that I think that's also the color of those tiny flowers of the field that my grandmother - taught me an afternoon at the park - called the eyes of the Madonna, which means the Myosotis forget-me-or, I find that now, thanks be to Wikipedia the official flower of Grandparents Day. Wow, thank goodness that falls on July 31 and not today, or I took a shot to the abuse of coincidences. And now that the color rises to the top, as when dilute the time, I remember that his hair had that bluish tinge, typical of many other old women who abuse lacquer after the permanent hair white.
This thing I had to explain better and in more technical terms thanks to a straight hairdresser, but if not I think of the color of his speech that will be hard for me to remember the details. Okay, trust me. However this tour was in the memory to justify the new look of the blog, and the street I was there I put a little 'of the past where maybe one day I can read it, if in addition to short-sighted, astigmatic, and so I become too color-blind.
I remember an aunt with the house-toned pink, or maybe I remember it well because every time I went I did find paper and pens to draw, especially one that was pink and old for this m'è impressed. That color did not even know existed until I started to see it everywhere, especially at that particular aunt's house, which over time has become Aunt Rosa Antico.
In another reminder of the plates and small squares on the wall, even though I can not focus on those images, and what remains for me is - again - the colors. In this case, yellow, white, green and black, but combined in a very imaginative and cheerful. It seems to me also to remember where you live, but I would not swear. That aunt did not even have a nickname, it's just a fantasy of images that seem blurry but always about to come to the surface and then remains stubborn under the water, but we call her Aunt Decorated. Yes, I think the are well. The third
I remember was the aunt of Rimini, and leads immediately to the dolphins that I had promised I would see by going to find, but of course I'm still waiting to see. But I remember the china in his house, white and colored, put a little 'everywhere with lots of crocheted doilies as if one should arise in mo' Venus' from the waters, including - not even to make it - a dolphin. I could touch it? Better not. So here's a small, plastic and, as a sop. Luckily I was a kid with a lively imagination, so I did it enough. Or at least I think maybe instead I cried like a desperate and I do not remember anymore. From there, somehow, dolphins, porcelain and Rimini are mixed in a memory gray, white and pink. Funny how the colors of my past memories more than any other detail.
Even the memory of my grandmother a color to a pale blue, sometimes with shades of lilac, which is attributed to his clothing in one of his pots. I swear, had to be glazed or whatever it was that color outside and white inside. There, now that I think that's also the color of those tiny flowers of the field that my grandmother - taught me an afternoon at the park - called the eyes of the Madonna, which means the Myosotis forget-me-or, I find that now, thanks be to Wikipedia the official flower of Grandparents Day. Wow, thank goodness that falls on July 31 and not today, or I took a shot to the abuse of coincidences. And now that the color rises to the top, as when dilute the time, I remember that his hair had that bluish tinge, typical of many other old women who abuse lacquer after the permanent hair white.
This thing I had to explain better and in more technical terms thanks to a straight hairdresser, but if not I think of the color of his speech that will be hard for me to remember the details. Okay, trust me. However this tour was in the memory to justify the new look of the blog, and the street I was there I put a little 'of the past where maybe one day I can read it, if in addition to short-sighted, astigmatic, and so I become too color-blind.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Family Guy In Quick Time
The Wheel of Good Government
was 2008 and I had another blog on Splinder - now dies of starvation (the blog, not Splinder) - but on which I wrote something today Polideuce reminded me, and that still seems current. The idea that desire I had come by looking at the state we were lowering, and that after three years has only worsened the prognosis. In those days I had a desire to Robespierre and disfigured that I toyed with the idea of \u200b\u200bcalling into service the good old Madame Guillotine, just to give our politicians an incentive to behave well, but then I realized that it would be like asking the hens do not lay eggs or rabbits do not eat their own feces (yes, do).
The fact is that we just do not know rule. We are too busy to worship the power to the power, kiss slippers instead of the Church to claim the secular state and instead of bowing to his holy will reject interference, cut funds to education and research by destroying the future of the country and processing the young people as a burden rather than a resource; hinder the police and the courts by depriving them of the investigative tools such as wiretapping and the only laws are those that go ad personam, which looks a bit 'are the usual mugs and maybe their political cronies who come into joining the initial problem.
The fact is that we just do not know rule. We are too busy to worship the power to the power, kiss slippers instead of the Church to claim the secular state and instead of bowing to his holy will reject interference, cut funds to education and research by destroying the future of the country and processing the young people as a burden rather than a resource; hinder the police and the courts by depriving them of the investigative tools such as wiretapping and the only laws are those that go ad personam, which looks a bit 'are the usual mugs and maybe their political cronies who come into joining the initial problem.
Not to mention our inability - as a people - to stand up to injustice, protest and make us feel, send home those who commit crimes and ensuring our government. No, in most cases we are not even informed about what is happening, and we can get around by any dancing there rifilino.
Admittedly, there is no way to govern without bullshit.
So here's the idea: appaltiamoci!
Several governments are more capable and competent than we could ever be this political class, because as long as the loins of our nation will not be born so rotten no good, So Let's face it and let us know by those who govern do so.
I suggest a good wheel to turn, with so much ceremony in prime time (maybe a unified networks), which will be extracted - there is also a vote pretty well, let's face it - the country which will give us the political class for that session administrative . In return, we strive to provide trade facilitation and so on, then ... well, there are good compromises, and even the national mignottaggio. After all, the peninsula is shaped like a stiletto-heeled boots, think about it.
say that any government will last four years, then we go back to win on the Wheel of Good Government. From that you can do! You by far the best idea that I came to respect, because my confidence in the commitment of the political class to change this state of affairs is zero. So let's hand on your heart and ask: what are we waiting for a miracle? No, there is hope.
Oh my God, there would be at the top if there was a little wind of change 'more often than not, but we all know that the only thing you can do well is stick to the Italian political chair like a cockle and persist longer. They should do some work on this point, I have two theories: the first is that the sweat secreted by the buttocks will produce a powerful natural adhesive, the second is that they use a suction effect - suction type - using the sphincter (in any way, tell me if there are other theories, because research continues). And we
tenerceli? I say mandiamoli home, let us trust in Lady Luck. The odds of worsening scare you? No, not me. We should beware and think, what we say ... will be estimated at around five per cent? If you think for a minute, this is the logical conclusion to which we all came from that day (say 1994, when a garden gnome "came down the pitch," or even earlier).
Okay, now let's go to the specific and practical, let's say that on the Wheel of Good Government will not put nations made worse off or who already have enough problems on their way, nor those of a warlike might annex or on a permanent bureaucracy as a mere distraction. I bets on Europe - after all, are part of it, it's time to return the favor with some hustler, and meanwhile let us manage in a reasonable and productive - in most confess that I would not mind the idea of \u200b\u200bfour years of the Dutch government, four of the Swedish etc.. Sure, probably France and Germany are not gonna get even with a pair of pliers from a fireplace, but otherwise we can agree.
The rules are more than simple.
All countries concerned put their name on the wheel, after verification that the staff of the government presented no:
Admittedly, there is no way to govern without bullshit.
So here's the idea: appaltiamoci!
Several governments are more capable and competent than we could ever be this political class, because as long as the loins of our nation will not be born so rotten no good, So Let's face it and let us know by those who govern do so.
I suggest a good wheel to turn, with so much ceremony in prime time (maybe a unified networks), which will be extracted - there is also a vote pretty well, let's face it - the country which will give us the political class for that session administrative . In return, we strive to provide trade facilitation and so on, then ... well, there are good compromises, and even the national mignottaggio. After all, the peninsula is shaped like a stiletto-heeled boots, think about it.
say that any government will last four years, then we go back to win on the Wheel of Good Government. From that you can do! You by far the best idea that I came to respect, because my confidence in the commitment of the political class to change this state of affairs is zero. So let's hand on your heart and ask: what are we waiting for a miracle? No, there is hope.
Oh my God, there would be at the top if there was a little wind of change 'more often than not, but we all know that the only thing you can do well is stick to the Italian political chair like a cockle and persist longer. They should do some work on this point, I have two theories: the first is that the sweat secreted by the buttocks will produce a powerful natural adhesive, the second is that they use a suction effect - suction type - using the sphincter (in any way, tell me if there are other theories, because research continues). And we
tenerceli? I say mandiamoli home, let us trust in Lady Luck. The odds of worsening scare you? No, not me. We should beware and think, what we say ... will be estimated at around five per cent? If you think for a minute, this is the logical conclusion to which we all came from that day (say 1994, when a garden gnome "came down the pitch," or even earlier).
Okay, now let's go to the specific and practical, let's say that on the Wheel of Good Government will not put nations made worse off or who already have enough problems on their way, nor those of a warlike might annex or on a permanent bureaucracy as a mere distraction. I bets on Europe - after all, are part of it, it's time to return the favor with some hustler, and meanwhile let us manage in a reasonable and productive - in most confess that I would not mind the idea of \u200b\u200bfour years of the Dutch government, four of the Swedish etc.. Sure, probably France and Germany are not gonna get even with a pair of pliers from a fireplace, but otherwise we can agree.
The rules are more than simple.
All countries concerned put their name on the wheel, after verification that the staff of the government presented no:
- has sent his country into a cow;
- is influenced by various lobby and / or the Church (which, if not a lobby that!)
- counts among its members on which to hang files or processes that are in any way guilty of conflict of interest.
At that point we get the draw, and then ... good governance at all!
said that, I'd say happy. The other details we can agree, but do, do not involve our politicians in the preparation, these things are worse than useless.
said that, I'd say happy. The other details we can agree, but do, do not involve our politicians in the preparation, these things are worse than useless.
Friday, February 18, 2011
How Do I Get Rid Of A Watermark On Avs
Life written by others
not know about you, but sometimes I wonder one thing we could not give an answer, so I try to girarvela to make me a picture and look around in your affairs with impunity. Okay, but let's get to the point before the end as milk, the question is this: looking at yourself and your life, have you ever tried to imagine the author could have written the script and all other parties that compose it? Here, I realize that the question is quite complex (as well as a handful of mental samples), so I try to analyze it into parts.
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Who do you think is the author could have created your character? Maybe you happened to read a book or a movie you'll see one in which, for better or for worse, we are recognized. Hey, after all ... it's not your fault that you have written so! Yeah, but who did?
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Very good, and now we pass to the atmosphere or the environment around you, because that is the scenario in which you develop your adventures. In your opinion, who could have written it? Again, maybe there is an author or a director who has inadvertently evoked the times and places in your life, or if he did not, maybe there is one that you think could do it.
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We come to what is perhaps the most important part: the script. Who, with generosity or sadism - depends on the case - may have written the story of your life and have it told, doing this and that happen or allow it to hang in limbo for entire chapters? It's time to pull out your suspicions!
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Here, a question concediamoci lighter, just to give us an overall picture. Tell me, honestly, in your opinion, what kind or combination of literary or film (no more than three if not do not go out more) belongs to your life? Comedy, romantic, dramatic, action, adventure, horror ... well, it let's hope not!
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Finally, we conclude with a question lighter and liberating. If you could choose instead the writing staff, all at your disposal to make every point on your terms, who would?
Well, I hope these questions will stimulate a number of interesting answers but I have not found (not for nothing that I wrote the post because I intend to look around and think about your own conclusions). If the answer is complex, rather than leaving a comment you can write a post on your blog (perhaps quoting this source), and if you were to like the idea ... well, you free to run them as a meme. Or not.
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