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23. Brutally honest. Misanthrope, nihilist, hedonist. Lover of noir, giallo and wushu. Mad about Gilmore Girls, West Wing & The Wire, plus Sergio Leone, Quentin Tarantino & Groucho Marx. Living on AC/DC, Dream Theater, Sonic Youth, Helloween and Metallica.-
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There are no words left to speak
23.
Desi surprizele materiale au fost delightful and delicious (Adam Baker • Outpost, Alan Moore • From Hell, H. P. Lovecraft • Necronomicon, Jack Vance • The Complete Lyonesse, Robert E. Howard • The Chronicles of Conan, Wilkie Collins • The Moonstone), fara a pune la socoteala mirificele escapade in Delta/Sibiu/Bucuresti/Bratislava/Vienna, totusi cele afective au fost cele care m-au dat peste cap, ultimele saptamani fiind un triumf epic, un eden mai presus de cuvinte. Intreaga luna a fost o odisee in hedonism, chiar nu-mi pot imagina cum vreo alta aniversare s-ar putea ridica la nivelul acesteia…
Multumesc.
Dailies #103
– ”If it seemed like the writers of Lost were making things up as they went along, by the way, they often were”.
– “Blasphemous” spelling mistake girl is expelled in Pakistan and her family is evicted
– Dave Mustaine Says Megadeth Will Tour With Motörhead, Volbeat, Lacuna Coil
– Scientists prove multi-tasking with two screens is impossible
Dailies #102
– Heavy Drinking May Leave You Tipsy For Years
– What’s worse for your health, bacon or cigarettes?
– Teachers give up $1,000 apiece for students’ books
– Chocolate as good for you as exercise, scientists find
– Nikita, bad. Wilfred, worse. The Defenders, the worst.
– Suits (S1) – yet another legal drama. Gabriel Macht si Patrick J. Adams fac o treaba exceptionala abuzand de lege si amuzandu-ne pe noi. Aproape decent, nu se apropie nici de departe de Boston Legal, dar macar e peste Raising the Bar.
– TV, the vast wasteland. Cu regret pot spune c-am dus la capat mizeria numita Entourage, cat si bataia de joc numita sezonul patru din True Blood, nu m-am plictisit revazand Futurama (S1-6), Grand Designs (S8) si Oz (S1), dar am fost euforic urmarind urmatoarele… in compania potrivita: Gilmore Girls (S1-2), Scrubs (S3), The Wire (S1) si West Wing (S3). Totalul lunii a ajuns la 21 de sezoane, cat si maratoane horror, marx si stooges. OLE™.
Chasing The Storm
I never saw her in the daytime. We seemed to live by night. What was left of the day went away like a pack of cigarettes you smoked. I didn’t know where she lived. I never followed her. All I ever had to go on was a place and time to see her again. I don’t know what we were waiting for. Maybe we thought the world would end. Maybe we thought it was a dream and we’d wake up with a hangover. And every night I went to meet her. How did I know she’d ever show up? I didn’t. What stopped her? Nothing. How big a chump can you get to be? I was finding out. And then she’d come along like school was out, and everything else was just a stone which sailed at the sea.
Ashes
S-a dus si Rescue Me. Au trecut sapte ani lungi, ceva mai lungi decat ar fi trebuit, ca si Nip/Tuck. La final de drum inca a distrat desi si-a pierdut de ceva vreme farmecul cu care m-a prins la inceput. Adieu, mon amour.
If you’re reading this, it probably means I’m dead. It might have come as a shock to you, but I’ll tell you now. My heart went bad a while back. I won’t bore you with the details. But at this stage of the game, I’ll be lucky if I finish this goddamn letter. If it wasn’t my ticker that did me in, please tell me I died after eating 15 pizzas, or during sex with either multiple women or one really big one.
Either way that works for me. But seriously, I hope I went on the job doing the work I was meant to do surrounded by you and the guys. Since it was mostly about food with me, I’m gonna leave you guys with a recipe.
Take one self-absorbed pretty-boy Puerto Rican. Add one ‘long on attitude, short on experience’ black guy. Then add two morons, one more stupid than the other. Mix together and let sit. Then finally, add one battle-scarred, haunted, formerly drunken Irish asshole, who screws up his life like other people breathe. Blend all ingredients together, turn on fire, and hope for the best.
Sounds like shit, doesn’t it? Well, brother, I’ve tasted it. I’ve eaten it up these last few years, and it’s delicious.
Dailies #101
– 18 things you didn’t know about Firefly.
– Community Season One DJ Steve Porter Remix
– Community Season Two DJ Steve Porter Remix
– Nearly 40 percent of Europeans suffer mental illness
– Frenchman ordered to pay wife damages for lack of sex
– NCIS (S8) – sucked out loud. I miss the old Abed-like Tony and the fat-hilarious-gamer version of McGee.
– The Three Stooges Collection - nu sunt ai mei, sunt doar silly slapstick fara vreo urma de coerenta. Amuzanti, dar ieftini. Distractivi, dar prosti. Mult sub Marx, mult peste Stiller. Mult sub Grant, mult peste Ferrell. Vizionabili doar ca guilty pleasure.
– Parks & Recreation (S1-3) – neasteptat de decent. In trecut am urat tampeniile asemanatoare (SNL, 30 Rock, The (US) Office), dar pe asta l-am acceptat si chiar l-am placut… dupa episodul Ron and Tammy. Seriously, atitudinea “I hate everything” a lui Swanson m-a adus repetat la lacrimi de ras, tipul e o varianta [mai] tanara si moderata a lui Denny Crane. In rest cam meh, dar faptul ca astept sa inceapa S4 sa vad temuta reuniune dintre cele trei Tammy zice multe.
