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The Epicurus good smoked


I am convinced that Proustian moments come when these or very drunk or very tired. As more than one year will not drink (not by choice but by my doctor), I had to wait for the shit well stirred and crushed body to get those expressions of grim reality. One in particular came yesterday while chatting with a friend. We talked about our work situations, it turns out we were both due to unemployment on the brink of infamy and prostitution, we list the work in which we had dismissed as stray dogs, along with the jobs they had rejected for not having a proposal according to our expectations survival and freedom. The conversation drifted into a long description of the "dream job" from my dear friend, plus a very extensive expose his "geek life plan." And when my patience ended and I prepared to turn off the pc and go to see an old-fashioned section of the brain to awaken simpsoms soaked, my friend came out with a question that I broke the balls leaving anon: "And you, what plans for the future? ". Surely my friend expected the same ultra-sappy spiel he said, but no, not just in case the question had gone through my innocent head. For a few moments I and my hamster brain we were tempted to think seriously, but in a small search in my database I found the perfect answer: "Look here brother, quoting Epicurus I think the future ... and depends entirely on us, nor we are totally unrelated, so we should not wait as if it had to come nor despair infallibly as if there never come ... ", to which my friend replied:" Jah ???", which time advantage to go on msn.
Already after my neurons were relaxed while watching television one hundred thousand five hundred times I thanked the good of Epicurus to let those words so wise that save from the catastrophe the likes of I, which shit easily let the day go thinking bullshit.
As they say, sometimes it's good to think, but most times not at the moment my main goal in life is to get a laburo give me enough to give me something to put the crop from time to time and get the recipe for the cheese roll. I personally find it a waste of time reflecting on the future go, God or death. Especially in the latter, I think of all the problems that can result in death, the least serious is killing us. Because breaking balls to go whole life trying to escape death, there are many who forget to live.
In order to finalize the post, I leave my aphorism bookmark this Greek philosopher and a song 5 stars.
"Get used to think that death is nothing to us. For every good and evil lies in the sensation, and death is the privation of feeling. Therefore, the right knowledge that nothing is for death makes us happy the mortal condition of our lives, not because you add an unlimited period, but it eliminates the desire for immortality. Nothing, therefore, fearless in living for those who rightly understood that nothing terrible in not living there. (Letter to Meneceo , 124) "

Shamrock Wedding Cake

THE BICENTENNIAL IN ARGENTINA,
RECALLING THE GREAT HERNANDEZ:

The brothers are united,
Because that's the first law;

Be True Union in whatever time,
Because if they fight among
The devouring of ajuera.

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The third is never as good

There are many small things I learned through experience, as it moves down the best of a rolling foot hill, or that the outlet holes are not used as thimbles, and among them one of the most important is that when it comes to movies about super-heroes and their third parts, the results are catastrophic. This lesson comes to me now that I just found out that Christopher Nolan is preparing the third part of the new saga of Batman. We all know that I represent orgasm movie The Dark Knigt, with that nihilistic psychopath Joker under the skin of Heath Ledger, a Harvey Dent maimed both physically and mentally to agree on the perfect Two-Face, which appear without a lot of time Because screen printing ten thousand times better than the swill played by Tommy Lee Jones (of which more later). This coupled with an aggressive and epic sound track accompanying a circular argument that since that first image formed by the Batman logo in chaos until the silhouette of the Dark Knight lost to light a highway, make the best film about super heroes I've seen so far to say ... ohh ... sublime.
So the third part of this series is one of the challenges that are dense and turbulent, much more considering the curse of "third parties". Among the large repertoire of disappointment is in the list mentioned three, which dashed to a greater extent than the others, weak illusions that I had to see a decent adaptation. Batman Forever



Both "Batman" and "Batman Returns" both by Tim Burton, had brought back the real Batman, the dark hero of Gotham City, leaving behind the Batman sissy blue mesh the 60, but the scripts for both films were very faithful to the comic we say and the imagination of Burton inserted into the book moved a bit the true essence of hooded. It was more than could be expected, and also the best that had been done in a matter of adjustments so far.
still do not quite understand why, Warner executives decided to remove and replace Burton with Schumacher's stubborn, dial to make a movie more "family" family "?, No no no, it was the beginning of the end. First we took to Michael Keaton, Val Kilmer do not say that did not give the paper, but it belonged Keaton's character Bruce Wayne, he had won. In the end it was the least severe, was decadent destroy the image of Batman, the vigilante was no longer quiet and dark, but a masked Rambo, and not only that. The suit had also changed, now was a kind of armor that marked sexy abs and nipples Guacala! And for more fuck Robin got a story quite grown up and pulled the rebel. Instead of occupying the post of assistant super-hero seemed to her sexual partner. Finally, we have yet to worst. Now come the villains.

What are these two:

That reminds me

No, I would have preferred to see Jim Carrey in Mask 2 than in the role of the Riddler, and does not even mention the Two-Face railed by Tommy Lee Jones. In short, the best thing to do after watching Batman Forever is given in the head with an anvil in the hope to forget. And from there go straight to see "Batman Begins."

X-Men: The Last Stand

always thought that the world was not yet ready for an adaptation of X Men, but roughly the first half was passable and a successful deal. The second is another thing, there really was an evolution, and mutual plot to show a movie 5 stars, Bryan Singer was able to give each mutant a stage with mathematical efficiency, in addition to the first step to one of the best sagas, of the Phoenix, the last scene where you see the silhouette of the bird of fire under the alkaline lake was almost too amazing and left you clamoring for a sequel. Yet again the greedy hands of hollywood balls to be responsible for another good story, the Fox executives pulled Singer to replace Brett Ratner, recontra-fucking the dark phoenix saga leaving in place for this chick should have been part of the night of the dead living.


What horror!, And not least, we put a frame that has no rhyme or reason, but afflict so much but (we kill key characters like Cyclops!) That leave not even the hope of a sequel to fix the bullshit army. Spiderman 3



Of all the sequels ruined man Spiderman 3 is the one I hurt, seriously, it was personal, he left a deep imprint on my subconscious and it took me 5 kilos of antacids. This time no change to the director or screenwriter, or the actors. It was the same rotten shit group came to the club for all fans of wall-crawler. I was a faithful follower of the previous films, is further defended when there were people who criticize them, do not miss any of the premiers and smiled like an idiot in front of the screen, ignoring the rudeness and Macanita that from time to time Sam was sent Raimi. And for what, so that after much delay, this monumental crap out. For the thousand devils!, Would be the first time carried Venom to the big screen, the best villains I've ever known in the comic world and with it the saga of the "black suit", years of waiting, only to receive a low blow, followed by nausea and a colossal passionate desire to become a terrorist.
The first mistake was to increase the level of whining from Peter Parker, in the previous films, say within the ranges had been "tolerable", but this time they passed his hand. It is true that in the comic Parker's character was at times, silent, introverted and kind, but it was not at all a cowardly geek who seems to wet their pants. However what was more humiliating to see this my character favorite version of "bad"


No further comment. Ending

should say that we just do macumba for Nolan break the curse of the "third parties" and leave us with a movie, maybe not better than The Dark Knight, but at least with a decent following.

PS: since this post is quite long and was made in a short time, I'm sure must have endless misspellings and other inconsistencies, so, I apologize. Yesterday

Funky Black, Silver And Green Fabric

Shores

to read my mail in a crass error gave emilios click to sort in descending order by date and I noticed that I had unread messages since 2002 (the year when I opened the account), e-pristine expected to be open 8. "Shit, that nostalgia is chasing you up on the internet," he said. My mind immediately goes back to those lads years, I imagine myself as the drawings of disney geeks animals walking and jumping through the streets with an innocent smile as I passed my first years of college. I remembered the wise words of one of my gurus existential Woody Allen quote: life is divided between the horrible and miserable. Those are the main categories [...] It would be horrible ... I do not know, the terminally ill [...] I refer to the blind, the lame [...] And then, how miserable includes every one of us. Is everything. So we have to thank for feeling miserable, because the alternative is worse . So summing up, that time I was happy he was miserable and careless free for life, did not perceive the existence of the other side: the horrible.
Today, it's hard to be the boy of that time, have the same trauma and complex quejón walk by my misfortune. Not if I was in the horrible side, but last year passing away of the miserable, yes. I realized this one evening when I was born in a taxi on the way to hospital, remember it was a Saturday night. He went so gone by my discomfort could barely make out the lights of the lanterns, when we stopped at a corner saw the car pass in front of two friends with the past that went out to party on weekends, they were there following his routine of partying weekend, without realizing that he observed. I knew then I was on the other side, "edge of what, no, but not of the good world miserable.
are strange and incomprehensible dimenciones these changes, places and times, now I'm back to the miserable, so at least I think. And I'm happy about it, but disappointed in myself for not being a good miserable as before.
Returning to the emails, I decided to delete them without reading them I think the past should be only in the memory where you have enough to delight or torment. And tangible reminders abound. I think it's all about the final walk along the edge that you play. Without looking the other way, without feeling either lucky or unlucky. Putting aside
much wandering I leave a couple of songs that hit me hard while writing the post. One in English and half in English.

Dragon Ball Buma In The Shower

Returning to the Rain


Life is falling down and getting up, forward, forward, and never p'atras p'adelante always, if you stumble and you come to low straighten the body, and continue to shake the dust. That I heard about, but what happens if you do not really fall?, What do you do if only you stopped and no apparent reason and left to move?, If you stare at the picture with eyes and mouth open stunted . If you stay at home to do nothing and say nothing. Perhaps lit the pc from time to time and came to your facebook account, but it was not even for a normal person, who writes a sappy message to friends or upload a picture with a commentary soda ioo, ioo again , no. Just came in to see the photos of strangers, again and again sipped splatter of the lives of others. If when you book in question, were you just want to re-read novels that you had already read before, but with the brain so sleepy that you could barely chew a few paragraphs of Harry Potter, whether in Harry Potter!, So serious was thing. Thus
let the months pass, falling into the spiral of laziness, where you spend the dvd player summing series as Seinfeld, Friends, and Two and a Half Men, so much but so much that you learn the dialogues by heart. The hamster in your head not only left his rusty wheel but also gain weight by eating twenty kilos Music Pop, spiced and seasoned with Reggeton Cumbia. Without a shred of a healthy Rock or Jazz. Finish turned into a vampire laziness with a single hint of social contact he melts the body. Your official uniform is a pair of pajamas and your dogs start to get confused because they think they're part of the living room couch.
And why do you stop that?, Can be awkward because of the soul that one has, as always slow to assimilate the changes that life brings and adapt rather than be thrown to the ground like a neurotic child and makes a tantrum. Or maybe the fault of the body, that is not capable of supporting worthy illness and early treatment is rare lulls intimidated and under a shell invisible only to poke his head from time to time.
The consequences of these appalling detention are carried by blogs like this, which just raised timidly flight is ripping the wings with one of those high-caliber rifles with more than 10 months of neglect.
Anyway, enough of fuss, it's time to take a self-kick for segir walk, where? Not, but it is better to go for an unknown road circling to stay in the same place so to make oil diet and the hamster wheel. Open the coffin of lethargy, removed his pajamas and agree with the sins of idleness. Remove the plant wilts in the sun and wait for the leaves revive, and write, write, write. Praying that there is still someone who is on a tour of the blog.