14.3.07
22.2.07
Donnie. Donnie Darko.
EXT. NEIGHBOURHOOD STREET - MORNING (11 A.M.)
The same disaster scene as before... only more media, more
neighbours, and a Coroner. People stand around in shock...
disbelief.
From the other end of the street, a girl comes riding along
on a bike... slowly taking in the entire scene. She pulls up
to the kerb where a kid named David (eleven) is standing
around.
It is Gretchen Ross.
GRETCHEN
Hi... what's going on here?
DAVID
Horrible accident. My neighbour...
he got killed.
GRETCHEN
What happened?
DAVID
He got smooshed. By a jet engine.
She stares at the house, where paramedics wheel a body out
of the front door.
GRETCHEN
What was his name?
DAVID
Donnie. Donnie Darko.
They stare at the front yard for a while. We see Elizabeth.
We see Eddie, carrying Samantha... who is crying.
DAVID
I feel bad for his family.
GRETCHEN
Yeah.
DAVID
Did you know him?
She stares at the family for several moments... and then
shakes her head slowly as if trying to locate a memory that
is slipping away.
GRETCHEN
No.
Rose, leaning against a tree while smoking a cigarette,
notices them. She seems to recognise Gretchen... from
somewhere in the vast reservoir of her memory.
She waves at her.
She waves back.
Fade out.
The same disaster scene as before... only more media, more
neighbours, and a Coroner. People stand around in shock...
disbelief.
From the other end of the street, a girl comes riding along
on a bike... slowly taking in the entire scene. She pulls up
to the kerb where a kid named David (eleven) is standing
around.
It is Gretchen Ross.
GRETCHEN
Hi... what's going on here?
DAVID
Horrible accident. My neighbour...
he got killed.
GRETCHEN
What happened?
DAVID
He got smooshed. By a jet engine.
She stares at the house, where paramedics wheel a body out
of the front door.
GRETCHEN
What was his name?
DAVID
Donnie. Donnie Darko.
They stare at the front yard for a while. We see Elizabeth.
We see Eddie, carrying Samantha... who is crying.
DAVID
I feel bad for his family.
GRETCHEN
Yeah.
DAVID
Did you know him?
She stares at the family for several moments... and then
shakes her head slowly as if trying to locate a memory that
is slipping away.
GRETCHEN
No.
Rose, leaning against a tree while smoking a cigarette,
notices them. She seems to recognise Gretchen... from
somewhere in the vast reservoir of her memory.
She waves at her.
She waves back.
Fade out.
Devil's Advocate
God's your prankster, my boy.
Think of it.
He gives man instincts.
He gives you this extraordinary gift
and then, I swear to you,
for his own amusement,
his own private cosmic gag reel,
he sets the rules in opposition.
It's the goof of all time.
Look but don't touch.
Touch but don't taste.
Taste but don't swallow.
And while you're jumping
from one foot to the other
he's laughing his
sick fucking ass off!
He's a tight-ass.
He's a sadist.
Think of it.
He gives man instincts.
He gives you this extraordinary gift
and then, I swear to you,
for his own amusement,
his own private cosmic gag reel,
he sets the rules in opposition.
It's the goof of all time.
Look but don't touch.
Touch but don't taste.
Taste but don't swallow.
And while you're jumping
from one foot to the other
he's laughing his
sick fucking ass off!
He's a tight-ass.
He's a sadist.
13.2.07
El Ingenioso Hidalgo Don Quijote de la Mancha
¿Quién duda sino que en los venideros tiempos, cuando salga a luz la verdadera historia de mis famosos hechos, que el sabio que los escribiere no ponga, cuando llegue a contar esta mi primera salida tan de mañana, desta manera?:
“Apenas había el rubicundo Apolo tendido por la faz de la ancha y espaciosa tierra las doradas hebras de sus hermosos cabellos, y apenas los pequeños y pintados pajarillos con sus harpadas lenguas habían saludado con dulce y meliflua armonía la venida de la rosada aurora, que, dejando la blanda cama del celoso marido, por las puertas y balcones del manchego horizonte a los mortales se mostraba, cuando el famoso caballero don Quijote dela Mancha , dejando las ociosas plumas, subió sobre su famoso caballo Rocinante y comenzó a caminar por el antiguo y conocido campo de Montiel.”
Dichosa edad y siglo dichoso aquel adonde saldrán a luz las famosas hazañas mías, dignas de entallarse en bronces esculpirse en mármoles y pintarse en tablas, para memoria en lo futuro.
¡Oh tú, sabio encantador, quienquiera que seas, a quien ha de tocar el ser coronista desta peregrina historia! Ruégote que no te olvides de mi buen Rocinante, compañero eterno mío en todos mis caminos y carreras.
¡Oh princesa Dulcinea, señora deste cautivo corazón!
Mucho agravio me habedes fecho en despedirme y reprocharme con el riguroso afincamiento de mandarme no parecer ante la vuestra fermosura. Plégaos, señora, de membraros deste vuestro sujeto corazón, que tantas cuitas por vuestro amor padece.
Primera Parte, Capítulo II. Que trata de la primera salida que de su tierra hizo el ingenioso Don Quijote.
“Apenas había el rubicundo Apolo tendido por la faz de la ancha y espaciosa tierra las doradas hebras de sus hermosos cabellos, y apenas los pequeños y pintados pajarillos con sus harpadas lenguas habían saludado con dulce y meliflua armonía la venida de la rosada aurora, que, dejando la blanda cama del celoso marido, por las puertas y balcones del manchego horizonte a los mortales se mostraba, cuando el famoso caballero don Quijote de
Dichosa edad y siglo dichoso aquel adonde saldrán a luz las famosas hazañas mías, dignas de entallarse en bronces esculpirse en mármoles y pintarse en tablas, para memoria en lo futuro.
¡Oh tú, sabio encantador, quienquiera que seas, a quien ha de tocar el ser coronista desta peregrina historia! Ruégote que no te olvides de mi buen Rocinante, compañero eterno mío en todos mis caminos y carreras.
¡Oh princesa Dulcinea, señora deste cautivo corazón!
Mucho agravio me habedes fecho en despedirme y reprocharme con el riguroso afincamiento de mandarme no parecer ante la vuestra fermosura. Plégaos, señora, de membraros deste vuestro sujeto corazón, que tantas cuitas por vuestro amor padece.
Primera Parte, Capítulo II. Que trata de la primera salida que de su tierra hizo el ingenioso Don Quijote.
12.2.07
Chasing Amy
I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of.
11.2.07
I tried to warn you.
I'm sorry to say that this is not the movie you will be watching. The movie you are about to see is extremely unpleasant. If you wish to see a film about a happy little elf I'm sure there is still plenty of seating in theatre number two.
However, if you like stories about clever and reasonably attractive orphans, suspicious fires, carnivorous leeches, Italian food and secret organizations, then stay, as I retrace each and every one of the Baudelaire children's woeful steps.
My name is Lemony Snicket,and it is my sad duty to document this tale. Violet Baudelaire, the eldest, was one of the finest fourteenth inventors of the world. Anyone who knew Violet well, could tell she was inventing something, when her long hair was tied up in a ribbon. In a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, Violet knew it was always something.
Something she could fashion into nearly any device for nearly every occasion. And no one was better to test her inventions than her brother. Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion, a room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents. And everything he read, he remembered.
Sunny, the youngest, had a different interest.
She liked to bite things and had four sharp things.
There was very litlle Sunny did not enjoy biting.
Sunny was at an age, when one mostly speaks
in a series of unintelligible shrieks.
For instance “Gack!” which probably meant,
“Look at that mysterious figure emerging from the fog!”
Or perhaps, "What is a banker like Mr. Poe doing,
trudging trough the sand to find us at Briny Beach?"
If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already
know how it feels; and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.
No one knows the precise cause of the Baudelaire fire.
And just like that the Baudelaire children became the Baudalaire Orphans.
I tried to warn you.
This is an excellent opportunity to leave of the movies,
living room or airplane where this film is being showed.
It is not very late to see a film on a happy elf.
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004), Brad Silberling.
However, if you like stories about clever and reasonably attractive orphans, suspicious fires, carnivorous leeches, Italian food and secret organizations, then stay, as I retrace each and every one of the Baudelaire children's woeful steps.
My name is Lemony Snicket,and it is my sad duty to document this tale. Violet Baudelaire, the eldest, was one of the finest fourteenth inventors of the world. Anyone who knew Violet well, could tell she was inventing something, when her long hair was tied up in a ribbon. In a world of abandoned items and discarded materials, Violet knew it was always something.
Something she could fashion into nearly any device for nearly every occasion. And no one was better to test her inventions than her brother. Klaus Baudelaire, the middle child, loved books. Or rather, the things he learned from books. The Baudelaire parents had an enormous library in their mansion, a room filled with thousands of books on nearly every subject. And nothing pleased Klaus more than spending an afternoon filling up his head with their contents. And everything he read, he remembered.
Sunny, the youngest, had a different interest.
She liked to bite things and had four sharp things.
There was very litlle Sunny did not enjoy biting.
Sunny was at an age, when one mostly speaks
in a series of unintelligible shrieks.
For instance “Gack!” which probably meant,
“Look at that mysterious figure emerging from the fog!”
Or perhaps, "What is a banker like Mr. Poe doing,
trudging trough the sand to find us at Briny Beach?"
If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already
know how it feels; and if you haven't, you cannot possibly imagine it.
No one knows the precise cause of the Baudelaire fire.
And just like that the Baudelaire children became the Baudalaire Orphans.
I tried to warn you.
This is an excellent opportunity to leave of the movies,
living room or airplane where this film is being showed.
It is not very late to see a film on a happy elf.
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004), Brad Silberling.
9.2.07
The Opposite
Why did it all turn out like this for me?
I had so much promise.
I was personable, I was bright.
Oh, maybe not academically speaking, but...
I was perceptive.
I always know when someone's uncomfortable at a party.
It became very clear to me sitting out there today,
that every decision I've ever made, in my entire life,
has been wrong.
My life is the opposite of everything I want it to be.
Every instinct I have, in every of life,
be if something to wear, something to eat...
It's all been wrong.
I had so much promise.
I was personable, I was bright.
Oh, maybe not academically speaking, but...
I was perceptive.
I always know when someone's uncomfortable at a party.
It became very clear to me sitting out there today,
that every decision I've ever made, in my entire life,
has been wrong.
My life is the opposite of everything I want it to be.
Every instinct I have, in every of life,
be if something to wear, something to eat...
It's all been wrong.
6.2.07
Big Fish
There are some fish that cannot be
It's not that they're faster or stronger than other fish.
They're just touched by something extra.
Call it luck. Call it grace.One
By the time I was born,he was already a legend.
He'd taken more hundred-
than any fish inAlabama
Some said that fish was the ghost of
a thief who'd drowned
Others
left over from the Cretaceous period.
I didn't put any stock into such
All I knew was I'd been trying to catch that fish
since I was a boy no bigger
And on the day you were born,
that
Now, I'd tried everything on it:
worms, lures, peanut butter, peanut
But on that day I
if that fish was
the usual bait
I would have
Gold.
strong enough to hold up a bridge, they said,
if just for
The Beast jumped up and grabbed it
before the ring even hit the water.
And just as fast, he snapped clean through that line.
You can see my predicament.
My wedding
soon to be the mother of my
was now lost in the gut of an
I followed that fish up-river and down-river
for three days and three
until I finally had him boxed in.
With these two hands, I reached in
and snatched that fish out of the
I looked him straight in the
And I made a remarkable discovery.
This fish, the Beast.
The whole time
when in
It was fat with
and was going to lay them any day.
Now, I was in a situation.
I could
but doing so
I would be killing theAshton River
soon to be mother of a hundred others.
Did I want to deprive my soon-to-be-born son
the chance to catch a fish
This lady fish
Now, you may well ask, since this
wasn't the ghost of a thief,
why did it strike so quick on gold
when nothing else would attract it?
That was the lesson I learned that
the day my son was born.
Sometimes, the only way to catch
an
is to offer her a
It's not that they're faster or stronger than other fish.
They're just touched by something extra.
Call it luck. Call it grace.One
By the time I was born,he was already a legend.
He'd taken more hundred-
than any fish in
Some said that fish was the ghost of
a thief who'd drowned
Others
left over from the Cretaceous period.
I didn't put any stock into such
All I knew was I'd been trying to catch that fish
since I was a boy no bigger
And on the day you were born,
that
Now, I'd tried everything on it:
worms, lures, peanut butter, peanut
But on that day I
if that fish was
the usual bait
I would have
Gold.
strong enough to hold up a bridge, they said,
if just for
The Beast jumped up and grabbed it
before the ring even hit the water.
And just as fast, he snapped clean through that line.
You can see my predicament.
My wedding
soon to be the mother of my
was now lost in the gut of an
I followed that fish up-river and down-river
for three days and three
until I finally had him boxed in.
With these two hands, I reached in
and snatched that fish out of the
I looked him straight in the
And I made a remarkable discovery.
This fish, the Beast.
The whole time
when in
It was fat with
and was going to lay them any day.
Now, I was in a situation.
I could
but doing so
I would be killing the
soon to be mother of a hundred others.
Did I want to deprive my soon-to-be-born son
the chance to catch a fish
This lady fish
Now, you may well ask, since this
wasn't the ghost of a thief,
why did it strike so quick on gold
when nothing else would attract it?
That was the lesson I learned that
the day my son was born.
Sometimes, the only way to catch
an
is to offer her a
31.1.07
Enjoy the silence
Vows are spoken to be broken,
feelings are intense,
words are trivial,
pleasures remain
so does the pain.
Words are meaningless and forgettable.
Martin L. Gore, Enjoy the silence, Violator.
feelings are intense,
words are trivial,
pleasures remain
so does the pain.
Words are meaningless and forgettable.
Martin L. Gore, Enjoy the silence, Violator.
22.1.07
Los Forasteros
Uno y el mismo es este don de la libertad concedido a los hijos de los Hombres: que sólo estén vivos en el mundo un breve lapso, y que no estén atados a él, y que partan pronto; a donde, los Elfos no lo saben. Mientras que los Elfos permanecerán en el mundo hasta el fin de los días, y su amor por la Tierra y por todo es así más singular y profundo, y más desconsolado a medida que los años se alargan. Porque los Elfos no mueren hasta que no muere el mundo, a no ser que los maten o los consuma la pena (y a estas dos muertes aparentes están sometidos); tampoco la edad les quita fuerzas, a no ser que uno se canse de diez mil centurias; y al morir se reúnen en las estancias de Mandos, en Valinor, de donde pueden retornar llegado el momento. Pero los hijos de los Hombres mueren en verdad, y abandonan el mundo; por lo que se los llama los Huéspedes o los Forasteros. La Muerte es su destino, el don de Ilúvatar, que hasta los mismos Poderes envidiarán con el paso del Tiempo. Pero Melkor ha arrojado su sombra sobre ella, y la ha confundido con las tinieblas, y ha hecho brotar el mal del bien, y el miedo de la esperanza. No obstante, ya desde hace mucho los Valar declararon a los Elfos que los Hombres se unirán a la Segunda Música de los Ainur; mientras que Ilúvatar no ha revelado qué les reserva a los Elfos después de que el Mundo acabe, y Melkor no lo ha descubierto.
J. R. R. Tolkien, El Silmarillion, Capítulo 1: Del principio de los días.
J. R. R. Tolkien, El Silmarillion, Capítulo 1: Del principio de los días.
17.1.07
Galapogos
And rescue me from me, and all that I believe.
I wont deny the pain, I wont deny the change,
and should I fall from grace here with you.
Would you leave me too?
Carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree, and hold me for goodbyes and whispered lullabyes, and tell me I am still the man I'm supposed to be. Too late to turn to turn back now, I'm running out of sound, and I'm changing, changing, and if we died right now this fool you love somehow is here with you.
Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness, Smashing Pumpkins.
I wont deny the pain, I wont deny the change,
and should I fall from grace here with you.
Would you leave me too?
Carve out your heart for keeps in an old oak tree, and hold me for goodbyes and whispered lullabyes, and tell me I am still the man I'm supposed to be. Too late to turn to turn back now, I'm running out of sound, and I'm changing, changing, and if we died right now this fool you love somehow is here with you.
Mellon Collie and The Infinite Sadness, Smashing Pumpkins.
13.1.07
The Switch - Parte 3
GEORGE
Hey, what happened with Sandy.
I forgot all about it.
Did you call her?
JERRY
Yeah, I did. In fact I went over there.
GEORGE
So what happened?
She throw you out? Eh?
JERRY
No actually, she took it pretty well.
GEORGE
So what happened?
JERRY
She's into it.
GEORGE
Into what?
JERRY
The manage. And not only that.
She just called me and said she talked to the roommate
and the roomate's into the manage too.
GEORGE
That's unbelievable.
JERRY
Oh, it's a scene man.
GEORGE
Do you ever just get down on your knees
and thank god that you know me
and have access to my dementia?
JERRY
What are you talking about?
I'm not goin' to do it.
GEORGE
You're not goin to do it?
What do you mean, You're not going to do it?
JERRY
I can't. I'm not an orgy guy.
GEORGE
Are you crazy?
This is like discovering Plutonium...
by accident!
JERRY
Don't you know what it means to become an orgy guy?
It changes everything. I'd have to dress different.
I'd have to act different.
I'd have to grow a mustache
and get all kinds of robes and lotions
and I'd need a new bedspread and new curtains,
I'd have to get thick carpeting and weirdo lighting.
I'd have to get new friends.
I'd have to get orgy friends.
... Naw, I'm not ready for it.
GEORGE
If only something like that could happen to me.
JERRY
Oh, shut up you couldn't do it either.
GEORGE
I know.
Hey, what happened with Sandy.
I forgot all about it.
Did you call her?
JERRY
Yeah, I did. In fact I went over there.
GEORGE
So what happened?
She throw you out? Eh?
JERRY
No actually, she took it pretty well.
GEORGE
So what happened?
JERRY
She's into it.
GEORGE
Into what?
JERRY
The manage. And not only that.
She just called me and said she talked to the roommate
and the roomate's into the manage too.
GEORGE
That's unbelievable.
JERRY
Oh, it's a scene man.
GEORGE
Do you ever just get down on your knees
and thank god that you know me
and have access to my dementia?
JERRY
What are you talking about?
I'm not goin' to do it.
GEORGE
You're not goin to do it?
What do you mean, You're not going to do it?
JERRY
I can't. I'm not an orgy guy.
GEORGE
Are you crazy?
This is like discovering Plutonium...
by accident!
JERRY
Don't you know what it means to become an orgy guy?
It changes everything. I'd have to dress different.
I'd have to act different.
I'd have to grow a mustache
and get all kinds of robes and lotions
and I'd need a new bedspread and new curtains,
I'd have to get thick carpeting and weirdo lighting.
I'd have to get new friends.
I'd have to get orgy friends.
... Naw, I'm not ready for it.
GEORGE
If only something like that could happen to me.
JERRY
Oh, shut up you couldn't do it either.
GEORGE
I know.
The Switch - Parte 2
JERRY
Aw, we can't do it, who are we kidding?
It's impossible! It's true!
You can't do the Switch! Nobody can do the Switch!
It was a stupid idea to begin with!
Let's face it.
I'm stuck with the non-laugher and that's that!
GEORGE
We'll come up with something.
JERRY
Yeah, sure we will.
GEORGE
All right. See you tomorrow.
GEORGE
I-I-I-I-I got it!!!!!
(cut to the boys are finishing pizza and beer. George begins here, slowly, carefully, to make sure Jerry's got it)
GEORGE
All right. Let's go over it again, one more time.
JERRY
All right.
So I tell Sandy that I want to have a ménage à trois
with her and her roommate.
GEORGE
That's right.
JERRY
And you believe this course of action
will have a two-pronged effect.
Firstly, the very mention of the idea
will cause Sandy to recoil in disgust,
whereupon she will insist
that I remove myself from the premises.
GEORGE
Keep going.
JERRY
At this point, it is inevitable
that she will seek out the roommate
to apprise her of this abhorrent turn of events.
GEORGE
Continue.
JERRY
The roommate will then offer her friend
the requisite sympathy
even as part of her cannot help but feel
somewhat flattered by her inclusion
in the unusual request.
GEORGE
A few days go by and a call is placed
at a time when Sandy is known to be busy at work.
Once the initial awkwardness is relieved
with a little playful humor,
which she of course cannot resist,
an invitation to a friendly dinner is proffered.
JERRY
Huh. Well, it all sounds pretty good.
There's only one flaw in it:
They're roommates.
She'd have to go out with me behind Sandy's back.
She's not gonna do that.
GEORGE
You disappoint me, my friend.
Sandy wants nothing to do with you.
She tells Laura,
"If you want to waste your time with that pervert,
that's your problem."
JERRY
It's a perfect plan.
So inspired.
So devious.
Yet so simple.
GEORGE:
This is what I do.
Aw, we can't do it, who are we kidding?
It's impossible! It's true!
You can't do the Switch! Nobody can do the Switch!
It was a stupid idea to begin with!
Let's face it.
I'm stuck with the non-laugher and that's that!
GEORGE
We'll come up with something.
JERRY
Yeah, sure we will.
GEORGE
All right. See you tomorrow.
GEORGE
I-I-I-I-I got it!!!!!
(cut to the boys are finishing pizza and beer. George begins here, slowly, carefully, to make sure Jerry's got it)
GEORGE
All right. Let's go over it again, one more time.
JERRY
All right.
So I tell Sandy that I want to have a ménage à trois
with her and her roommate.
GEORGE
That's right.
JERRY
And you believe this course of action
will have a two-pronged effect.
Firstly, the very mention of the idea
will cause Sandy to recoil in disgust,
whereupon she will insist
that I remove myself from the premises.
GEORGE
Keep going.
JERRY
At this point, it is inevitable
that she will seek out the roommate
to apprise her of this abhorrent turn of events.
GEORGE
Continue.
JERRY
The roommate will then offer her friend
the requisite sympathy
even as part of her cannot help but feel
somewhat flattered by her inclusion
in the unusual request.
GEORGE
A few days go by and a call is placed
at a time when Sandy is known to be busy at work.
Once the initial awkwardness is relieved
with a little playful humor,
which she of course cannot resist,
an invitation to a friendly dinner is proffered.
JERRY
Huh. Well, it all sounds pretty good.
There's only one flaw in it:
They're roommates.
She'd have to go out with me behind Sandy's back.
She's not gonna do that.
GEORGE
You disappoint me, my friend.
Sandy wants nothing to do with you.
She tells Laura,
"If you want to waste your time with that pervert,
that's your problem."
JERRY
It's a perfect plan.
So inspired.
So devious.
Yet so simple.
GEORGE:
This is what I do.
The Switch - Parte 1
JERRY
So the roommate laughed at everything I said.
GEORGE
Wow.
JERRY
It was a great sounding laugh too,
kind of lilting and feminine,
none ofthose big coarse "ha's."
You know those?
GEORGE
Hate the big coarse "ha."
Hate those.
JERRY
And the worst part of course is that she also possessed
many of the other qualities prized by the Superficial Man.
GEORGE
I see.
JERRY
So as you can see, I've got a bit of a problem here.
GEORGE
Well, if I hear you correctly,
and I think that I do,
my advice to you is to finish your meal,
pay your check, leave here,
and never mention this to anyone again.
JERRY
Can't be done, huh?
GEORGE
The Switch?
JERRY
"The Switch."
GEORGE
Can't be done.
JERRY
I wonder.
GEORGE
Do you realize in the entire history of western civilization
no one has successfully accomplished the Roommate Switch?
In the Middle Ages you could get locked up
for even suggesting it!
JERRY
They didn't have roommates in the Middle Ages.
GEORGE
Well, I'm sure at some point
between the years 800 and 1200,
somewhere, there were two women living together.
JERRY
The point is I intend to undertake this.
And I'll do it with or without you.
So if you're scared, if you haven't got the stomach for this,
let's get it out right now! And I'll go on my own.
If not, you can get on board and we can get to work!
Now what's it going to be?
GEORGE
All right, dammit, I'm in.
So the roommate laughed at everything I said.
GEORGE
Wow.
JERRY
It was a great sounding laugh too,
kind of lilting and feminine,
none ofthose big coarse "ha's."
You know those?
GEORGE
Hate the big coarse "ha."
Hate those.
JERRY
And the worst part of course is that she also possessed
many of the other qualities prized by the Superficial Man.
GEORGE
I see.
JERRY
So as you can see, I've got a bit of a problem here.
GEORGE
Well, if I hear you correctly,
and I think that I do,
my advice to you is to finish your meal,
pay your check, leave here,
and never mention this to anyone again.
JERRY
Can't be done, huh?
GEORGE
The Switch?
JERRY
"The Switch."
GEORGE
Can't be done.
JERRY
I wonder.
GEORGE
Do you realize in the entire history of western civilization
no one has successfully accomplished the Roommate Switch?
In the Middle Ages you could get locked up
for even suggesting it!
JERRY
They didn't have roommates in the Middle Ages.
GEORGE
Well, I'm sure at some point
between the years 800 and 1200,
somewhere, there were two women living together.
JERRY
The point is I intend to undertake this.
And I'll do it with or without you.
So if you're scared, if you haven't got the stomach for this,
let's get it out right now! And I'll go on my own.
If not, you can get on board and we can get to work!
Now what's it going to be?
GEORGE
All right, dammit, I'm in.
3.1.07
Goodnight Lovers
Here, somewhere in the heart of me,
there is still a part of me that cares.
And I'll still take the best you've got,
even though I'm sure it's not the best for me.
When you're born a lover, you're born to suffer,
like all soul sisters and soul brothers.
I can see the danger signs.
They only help to underline your beauty.
I'm not looking for an easy ride,
true happiness cannot be tried so easily.
You can take your time, I'll be waiting in line.
Martin L Gore, Exciter, Depeche Mode.
there is still a part of me that cares.
And I'll still take the best you've got,
even though I'm sure it's not the best for me.
When you're born a lover, you're born to suffer,
like all soul sisters and soul brothers.
I can see the danger signs.
They only help to underline your beauty.
I'm not looking for an easy ride,
true happiness cannot be tried so easily.
You can take your time, I'll be waiting in line.
Martin L Gore, Exciter, Depeche Mode.
28.12.06
The Breakfast Club
Dear Mr. Vernon,
we accept the fact that we had to sacrifice
a whole Saturday in detention
for whatever it was we did wrong.
But we think you're crazy to make an essay
telling you who we think we are.
You see us as you want to see us...
In the simplest terms,
in the most convenient definitions.
But what we found out
is that each one of us
is a brain...
...and an athlete...
...and a basket case...
...a princess...
...and a criminal...
Does that answer your question?
Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club.
Salieri's Speech (Amadeus)
Astounding! It was actually beyond belief. These were first and only drafts of music
yet they showed no corrections of any kind.Not one. Do you realize what that meant? He'd simply put down music already finished in his head. Page after page of it, as if he was just taking dictation. And music finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase, and the structure would fall. It was clear to me. That sound I had heard in the Archbishop's palace had been no accident. Here again was the very voice of God! I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink-strokes at an absolute, inimitable beauty.
From now on, we are enemies, you and I.
Because you will not enter me, with all my need for you;
because you scorn my attempts at virtue;
because you choose for our instrument
a boastful, lustful, smutty infantile boy
and give me for reward only the ability to recognize the Incarnation;
because you are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block you!
I swear it!
I will hinder and harm your creature on earth
as far as I am able.
I will ruin your Incarnation!
Amadeus (1984), Milos Forman.
yet they showed no corrections of any kind.Not one. Do you realize what that meant? He'd simply put down music already finished in his head. Page after page of it, as if he was just taking dictation. And music finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase, and the structure would fall. It was clear to me. That sound I had heard in the Archbishop's palace had been no accident. Here again was the very voice of God! I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink-strokes at an absolute, inimitable beauty.
From now on, we are enemies, you and I.
Because you will not enter me, with all my need for you;
because you scorn my attempts at virtue;
because you choose for our instrument
a boastful, lustful, smutty infantile boy
and give me for reward only the ability to recognize the Incarnation;
because you are unjust, unfair, unkind, I will block you!
I swear it!
I will hinder and harm your creature on earth
as far as I am able.
I will ruin your Incarnation!
Amadeus (1984), Milos Forman.
La Creación de los Anillos
En aquellos días los herreros de Ost—in—Edhil superaron todo cuanto habían hecho antes; y al cabo de un tiempo hicieron los Anillos del Poder. Pero Sauron guiaba estos trabajos, y estaba enterado de todo cuanto hacían; porque lo que deseaba era someter a los Elfos y tenerlos bajo vigilancia. Ahora bien, los Elfos hicieron muchos anillos, pero Sauron hizo en secreto un Anillo Único, para gobernar a todos los otros, cuyos poderes estarían atados a él, sujetos por completo a él, y durarían mientras él durase. Y gran parte de la fuerza y la voluntad de Sauron pasó a ese Anillo Único; porque el poder de los anillos élficos era muy grande, y el del que habría de gobernarlos tendría por fuerza que ser aún más poderoso; y Sauron lo forjó en la Montaña de Fuego en la Tierra de la Sombra. Y mientras llevaba el Anillo Único, era capaz de ver todo lo que se hacía por medio de los anillos menores, y podía leer y gobernar los pensamientos mismos de quienes los llevaban. Pero no era tan fácil atrapar a los Elfos. No bien Sauron se puso el Anillo Único en el dedo, se dieron cuenta; y supieron quién era, y que quería adueñarse de todos ellos y de todo cuanto hiciesen. Entonces, con enfado y temor, se quitaron los anillos. Pero él, al ver que lo habían descubierto, y que los Elfos no habían sido engañados, sintió gran cólera, y los enfrentó exigiéndoles que le entregaran todos los anillos, pues los herreros Elfos no podrían haberlos forjado sin la ciencia y el consejo con que él los había asistido. Pero los Elfos huyeron de él; así salvaron tres de los anillos, y se los llevaron, y los ocultaron. Ahora bien, eran esos Tres los últimos que se habían hecho, y los que tenían más grande poder. Narya, Nenya y Vilya se llamaban, los Anillos del Fuego, y del Agua, y del Aire, que tenían engarzados un rubí y un diamante y un zafiro; y eran de todos los anillos élficos los que Sauron más deseaba, pues quienes los poseyeran podrían evitar el deterioro f demorar la fatiga del mundo. Pero Sauron nunca los encontró porque fueron dados a los Sabios, que los ocultaron y nunca más se los pusieron a la luz, en tanto Sauron tuviera el Anillo Regente. De ese modo los Tres permanecieron incólumes, pues habían sido forjados por Celebrimbor tan sólo, y la mano de Sauron no los había tocado; no obstante también estaban sometidos al Único.
Fue más fácil engañar a los Hombres. Los que llevaron los Nueve Anillos alcanzaron gran poder en su época: reyes, hechiceros y guerreros de antaño. Ganaron riqueza y gloria, aunque sólo daño resultó. Parecía que para ellos la vida no tenía término, pero se les hacía insoportable. Podían andar, si así lo querían, sin que nadie de este mundo bajo el sol llegara a descubrirlos, y podían ver cosas en mundos invisibles para los Hombres mortales; pero con no poca frecuencia veían sólo los fantasmas y las ilusiones que Sauron les imponía. Y tarde o temprano, de acuerdo con la fortaleza original de cada uno y con la buena o mala voluntad que habían tenido desde un principio, iban cayendo bajo el dominio del anillo que llevaban, y bajo la servidumbre del Único, que era propiedad de Sauron. Y se volvieron para siempre invisibles, salvo para el que llevaba el Anillo Regente, y entraron en el reino de las sombras. Eran ellos los Nazgúl, los Espectros del Anillo, los más terribles servidores del Enemigo; la oscuridad andaba con ellos, y clamaban con las voces de la muerte.
Tres Anillos para los Reyes Elfos bajo el cielo.
Siete para los Señores Enanos en palacios de piedra.
Nueve para los Hombres Mortales condenados a morir.
Uno para el Señor Oscuro,
sobre el trono oscuro
enla Tierra
donde se extienden las Sombras.
Un Anillo para encontrarlos,
y atarlos en las tinieblasla Tierra
donde se extienden las sombras.
Siete para los Señores Enanos en palacios de piedra.
Nueve para los Hombres Mortales condenados a morir.
Uno para el Señor Oscuro,
sobre el trono oscuro
en
donde se extienden las Sombras.
Un Anillo para encontrarlos,
y atarlos en las tinieblas
donde se extienden las sombras.
J.R.R. Tolkien, El Silmarilion.
J.R.R. Tolkien, El Señor de los Anillos,La Comunidad del Anillo.
J.R.R. Tolkien, El Señor de los Anillos,
Einstein Quotes
Any intelligent fool can make things bigger,
more complex, and more violent.
It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage --
to move in the opposite direction.
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.
Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds.
Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.
The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z.
Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity;
and I'm not sure about the the universe.
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought,
but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
more complex, and more violent.
It takes a touch of genius -- and a lot of courage --
to move in the opposite direction.
Imagination is more important than knowledge.
Anyone who has never made a mistake has never tried anything new.
Great spirits have often encountered violent opposition from weak minds.
Common sense is the collection of prejudices acquired by age eighteen.
The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources.
If A is a success in life, then A equals x plus y plus z.
Work is x; y is play; and z is keeping your mouth shut.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity;
and I'm not sure about the the universe.
I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought,
but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.
26.12.06
Precious
Precious and fragile things need special handling.
My God what have we done to You?
We always try to share the tenderest of care.
Now look what we have put you through.
Things get damaged,
things get broken,
I thought we'd manage
but words left unspoken,
left us so brittle,
there was so little left to give.
Angels with silver wings shouldn't know suffering. I wish I could take the pain for you. If God has a master plan that only He understands, I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through. I pray you learn to trust. Have faith in both of us and keep room in your hearts for two.
Martin L. Gore, Playing the Angel.
My God what have we done to You?
We always try to share the tenderest of care.
Now look what we have put you through.
Things get damaged,
things get broken,
I thought we'd manage
but words left unspoken,
left us so brittle,
there was so little left to give.
Angels with silver wings shouldn't know suffering. I wish I could take the pain for you. If God has a master plan that only He understands, I hope it's your eyes he's seeing through. I pray you learn to trust. Have faith in both of us and keep room in your hearts for two.
Martin L. Gore, Playing the Angel.
11.12.06
Stain Boy
Of all the super heroes,
the strangest one by far,
doesn't have a special power,
or drive a fancy car.
Next to Superman and Batman,
I guess he must seem tame.
But to me he is quite special, and Stain Boy is his name.
He can't fly around tall buildings,
or outrun a speeding train,
the only talent he seems to have,
is to leave a nasty stain.
Sometimes I know it bothers him,
that he can't run or swim or fly,
and because of this one ability,
his dry cleaning bill's sky high.
Tim Burton, The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and other stories.
the strangest one by far,
doesn't have a special power,
or drive a fancy car.
Next to Superman and Batman,
I guess he must seem tame.
But to me he is quite special, and Stain Boy is his name.
He can't fly around tall buildings,
or outrun a speeding train,
the only talent he seems to have,
is to leave a nasty stain.
Sometimes I know it bothers him,
that he can't run or swim or fly,
and because of this one ability,
his dry cleaning bill's sky high.
Tim Burton, The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy and other stories.
9.12.06
Dagobah
YODA
So certain are you.
Always with you it cannot be done.
Hear you nothing that I say?
LUKE
Master, moving stones around is one thing.
This is totally different.
YODA
No! No different! Only different in your mind.
You must unlearn what you have learned.
LUKE
All right, I'll give it a try.
YODA
No! Try not.
Do. Or do not.
There is no try.
LUKE
I can't. It's too big.
YODA
Size matters not. Look at me.
Judge me by my size, do you? Hm? Mmmm.
And well you should not.
For my ally in the Force.
A nd a powerful ally it is.
Life creates it, makes it grow.
Its energy surrounds us and binds us.
So certain are you.
Always with you it cannot be done.
Hear you nothing that I say?
LUKE
Master, moving stones around is one thing.
This is totally different.
YODA
No! No different! Only different in your mind.
You must unlearn what you have learned.
LUKE
All right, I'll give it a try.
YODA
No! Try not.
Do. Or do not.
There is no try.
LUKE
I can't. It's too big.
YODA
Size matters not. Look at me.
Judge me by my size, do you? Hm? Mmmm.
And well you should not.
For my ally in the Force.
A nd a powerful ally it is.
Life creates it, makes it grow.
Its energy surrounds us and binds us.
7.12.06
The Bad Beginning
If you are interested in stories with happy endings,
you would be better off reading some other book.
In this book, not only is there no happy ending,
there is no happy beginning
and very few happy things in the middle.
This is because not very many happy things happened
in the lives of the three Baudelaire youngsters.
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were intelligent children,
and they were charming, and resourceful,
and had pleasant facial features,
but they were extremely unlucky,
and most everything that happened to them
was rife with misfortune, misery, and despair.
I’m sorry to tell you this, but that is how the story goes.
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events.
you would be better off reading some other book.
In this book, not only is there no happy ending,
there is no happy beginning
and very few happy things in the middle.
This is because not very many happy things happened
in the lives of the three Baudelaire youngsters.
Violet, Klaus, and Sunny Baudelaire were intelligent children,
and they were charming, and resourceful,
and had pleasant facial features,
but they were extremely unlucky,
and most everything that happened to them
was rife with misfortune, misery, and despair.
I’m sorry to tell you this, but that is how the story goes.
Lemony Snicket's A Series of Unfortunate Events.
The Contest
JERRY
What's the matter?
GEORGE
My mother caught me.
JERRY
"Caught" you? Doing what?
GEORGE
You know. I was alone..
ELAINE
You mean..?!
GEORGE
Uh-huh.
KRAMER
(Laughing) She caught you?
JERRY:
Where?
GEORGE:
I stopped by the house to drop the car off,
and I went inside for a few minutes..
Nobody was there - they're supposed to be working.
My mother had a Glamour magazine,
I started leafing through it..
JERRY
"Glamour"?
GEORGE
So, one thing lead to another..
JERRY
So, what did she do?
GEORGE
First she screams,
"George, what are you doing?! My God!"
And it looked like she was gonna faint -
she started clutching the wall, trying to hang onto it.
I didn't know whether to try and keep her from falling,
or zip up.
JERRY
What did you do?
GEORGE
I zipped up!
ELAINE
So, she fell?
GEORGE
Yeah. Well, I couldn't run over there the way I was!
So, she fell, and then she started screaming,
"My back! My back!"
So, I picked her up and took her to the hospital.
ELAINE
How is she?
GEORGE
She's in traction.
ELAINE
Ok, I'm sorry.
GEORGE
It's not funny, Elaine.
ELAINE
(Stifling her laughter) I know. I'm sorry. I'm serious.
GEORGE
Her back went out.
She's gotta be there for a couple of days.
All she said on the way over in the car was,
"Why, George, why?!"..
I said, "Because it's there!"
Well, I'll tell you this, though -
I am never doing.. that , again.
ELAINE
What, you mean, in your mother's house, or all together?
GEORGE
All together.
ELAINE
Oh, gimme a break..
JERRY
Ohhh yeah.. right.
KRAMER
Oh, like you're gonna stop?
JERRY AND ELAINE
C'mon..
GEORGE
You don't think I can?
JERRY
No chance.
GEORGE
(Daring) You think you could?
JERRY
Well, I know I could hold out longer than you.
GEORGE
Care to make it interesting?
JERRY
Sure, how much?
GEORGE
A hundred dollars.
JERRY
You're on.
KRAMER
Wait a second, wait a second. Count me in on this.
JERRY
You?
You'll be out before we get the check.
ELAINE
I want to be in on this, too.
GEORGE AND JERRY
Ohh, no. No, no, no..
ELAINE
Why?
JERRY
It's apples and oranges..
ELAINE
What? Why?
JERRY
Because you're a woman!
ELAINE
So what?
JERRY
It's easier for a woman not to do it than a man.
ELAINE
(Sarcastic) Oh.
JERRY
We have to do it. It's part of our lifestyle.
It's like, uh.. shaving.
ELAINE
Oh, that is such bologna. I shave my legs.
KRAMER
(Making a point) Not everyday.
What's the matter?
GEORGE
My mother caught me.
JERRY
"Caught" you? Doing what?
GEORGE
You know. I was alone..
ELAINE
You mean..?!
GEORGE
Uh-huh.
KRAMER
(Laughing) She caught you?
JERRY:
Where?
GEORGE:
I stopped by the house to drop the car off,
and I went inside for a few minutes..
Nobody was there - they're supposed to be working.
My mother had a Glamour magazine,
I started leafing through it..
JERRY
"Glamour"?
GEORGE
So, one thing lead to another..
JERRY
So, what did she do?
GEORGE
First she screams,
"George, what are you doing?! My God!"
And it looked like she was gonna faint -
she started clutching the wall, trying to hang onto it.
I didn't know whether to try and keep her from falling,
or zip up.
JERRY
What did you do?
GEORGE
I zipped up!
ELAINE
So, she fell?
GEORGE
Yeah. Well, I couldn't run over there the way I was!
So, she fell, and then she started screaming,
"My back! My back!"
So, I picked her up and took her to the hospital.
ELAINE
How is she?
GEORGE
She's in traction.
ELAINE
Ok, I'm sorry.
GEORGE
It's not funny, Elaine.
ELAINE
(Stifling her laughter) I know. I'm sorry. I'm serious.
GEORGE
Her back went out.
She's gotta be there for a couple of days.
All she said on the way over in the car was,
"Why, George, why?!"..
I said, "Because it's there!"
Well, I'll tell you this, though -
I am never doing.. that , again.
ELAINE
What, you mean, in your mother's house, or all together?
GEORGE
All together.
ELAINE
Oh, gimme a break..
JERRY
Ohhh yeah.. right.
KRAMER
Oh, like you're gonna stop?
JERRY AND ELAINE
C'mon..
GEORGE
You don't think I can?
JERRY
No chance.
GEORGE
(Daring) You think you could?
JERRY
Well, I know I could hold out longer than you.
GEORGE
Care to make it interesting?
JERRY
Sure, how much?
GEORGE
A hundred dollars.
JERRY
You're on.
KRAMER
Wait a second, wait a second. Count me in on this.
JERRY
You?
You'll be out before we get the check.
ELAINE
I want to be in on this, too.
GEORGE AND JERRY
Ohh, no. No, no, no..
ELAINE
Why?
JERRY
It's apples and oranges..
ELAINE
What? Why?
JERRY
Because you're a woman!
ELAINE
So what?
JERRY
It's easier for a woman not to do it than a man.
ELAINE
(Sarcastic) Oh.
JERRY
We have to do it. It's part of our lifestyle.
It's like, uh.. shaving.
ELAINE
Oh, that is such bologna. I shave my legs.
KRAMER
(Making a point) Not everyday.
6.12.06
Women
You wanna know what men are really thinking?
'Cause I could tell you.
Would you like to know?
Alright, I'll tell you.
Nothing. We're not thinking anything.
We're just walking around, looking around.
This is the only natural inclination of men.
To just kinda check stuff out.
We work because they force us to,
but other than that,
this is really the only thing we wanna do.
We like women, we want women.
But that's pretty much as far as we've thought.
That's why we're honking car horns,
yelling from construction sites...
these are the best ideas we've had so far.
Honking the car horn amazes me!
This is gotta be just the last living brain cell
in this guys skull that comes up with this idea.
She's on the street, he's in the car.
Beep-beep.
"I think I made my point."
What is she supposed to do?
Kick off the heel, start running after the car?
Grab on to the bumper?
The car comes to a stop...
"It's a good thing you honked."
"I had no idea how you felt."
Why do men behave in these ways?
Why are we rude, obnoxious, getting drunk,
falling down, peeling rubber, making kissing...
Why are we like this?
I know what you ladies are thinking...
"No, no, not my guy.
I'm working with him, he's coming along."
No, he's not.
He's not coming anywhere.
We, men, know: no matter how poorly we behave,
it seems we will somehow end up
with women anyway.
Look around this room.
Look at all the men you see with lovely women.
Do you think these are special men?
Gifted men? One of a kind men?
They're the same jerks as any of the ones
that I'm talking about.
They're doing just fine.
Men, as an organization,
are getting more women than any other group
working anywhere in the world today.
Wherever women are,
we have men looking into the situation right now.
We explored the Earth looking for women.
We even went to the Moon
just to see if there were any women there.
That's why we brought that little car.
Why would you bring a car,
unless there's some chance of going on a date?
What the hell were they doing with a car
on the goddamn Moon?
You're on the Moon already!
Isn't that far enough?
There is no more male idea
in the history of the universe than:
"why don't we fly up to the Moon
and drive around?"
That is the essence of male thinking right there.
All men kinda think of themselves
like low-level super-heroes in their own world.
I'm not even supposed to be telling you this.
But when men are growing up and are reading
about Batman, Spiderman, Superman...
these aren't fantasies.
These are options.
Jerry Seinfeld, I'm telling you for the last time.
'Cause I could tell you.
Would you like to know?
Alright, I'll tell you.
Nothing. We're not thinking anything.
We're just walking around, looking around.
This is the only natural inclination of men.
To just kinda check stuff out.
We work because they force us to,
but other than that,
this is really the only thing we wanna do.
We like women, we want women.
But that's pretty much as far as we've thought.
That's why we're honking car horns,
yelling from construction sites...
these are the best ideas we've had so far.
Honking the car horn amazes me!
This is gotta be just the last living brain cell
in this guys skull that comes up with this idea.
She's on the street, he's in the car.
Beep-beep.
"I think I made my point."
What is she supposed to do?
Kick off the heel, start running after the car?
Grab on to the bumper?
The car comes to a stop...
"It's a good thing you honked."
"I had no idea how you felt."
Why do men behave in these ways?
Why are we rude, obnoxious, getting drunk,
falling down, peeling rubber, making kissing...
Why are we like this?
I know what you ladies are thinking...
"No, no, not my guy.
I'm working with him, he's coming along."
No, he's not.
He's not coming anywhere.
We, men, know: no matter how poorly we behave,
it seems we will somehow end up
with women anyway.
Look around this room.
Look at all the men you see with lovely women.
Do you think these are special men?
Gifted men? One of a kind men?
They're the same jerks as any of the ones
that I'm talking about.
They're doing just fine.
Men, as an organization,
are getting more women than any other group
working anywhere in the world today.
Wherever women are,
we have men looking into the situation right now.
We explored the Earth looking for women.
We even went to the Moon
just to see if there were any women there.
That's why we brought that little car.
Why would you bring a car,
unless there's some chance of going on a date?
What the hell were they doing with a car
on the goddamn Moon?
You're on the Moon already!
Isn't that far enough?
There is no more male idea
in the history of the universe than:
"why don't we fly up to the Moon
and drive around?"
That is the essence of male thinking right there.
All men kinda think of themselves
like low-level super-heroes in their own world.
I'm not even supposed to be telling you this.
But when men are growing up and are reading
about Batman, Spiderman, Superman...
these aren't fantasies.
These are options.
Jerry Seinfeld, I'm telling you for the last time.
Puck's final speech
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
Act 5, Scene 1. William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.
Think but this, and all is mended,
That you have but slumber'd here
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend:
if you pardon, we will mend:
And, as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call;
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
Act 5, Scene 1. William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream.
4.12.06
To a Skylark (extracto)
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Percy Shelley
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Percy Shelley
30.11.06
Pictures of you
I've been looking so long at these pictures of you that I almost belive that they're real. I've been living so long with my pictures of you that I almost believe that the pictures are all I can feel. Remembering you standing quiet in the rain
as I ran to your heart to be near, and we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close how I always held close in your fear.
Remembering you running soft through the night, you were bigger and brighter and wider than the snow, and screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky, and you finally found all your courage to let it all go.
Remembering you fallen into my arms crying for the death of your heart you were stone white so delicate, lost in the cold, you were always so lost in the dark. Remembering you how you used to be, slow drowned you were angels, so much more than everything. Oh hold for the last time then slip away, quietly open my eyes but I never see anything.
If only I had thought of the right words, I could have hold on to your heart.
If only i'd thought of the right words, I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you. Looking so long at these pictures of you, but I never hold on to your heart. Looking so long for the words to be true, but always just breaking apart my pictures of you .
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart. There was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart all my pictures of you.
Robert Smith, Disintegration, The Cure.
as I ran to your heart to be near, and we kissed as the sky fell in holding you close how I always held close in your fear.
Remembering you running soft through the night, you were bigger and brighter and wider than the snow, and screamed at the make-believe, screamed at the sky, and you finally found all your courage to let it all go.
Remembering you fallen into my arms crying for the death of your heart you were stone white so delicate, lost in the cold, you were always so lost in the dark. Remembering you how you used to be, slow drowned you were angels, so much more than everything. Oh hold for the last time then slip away, quietly open my eyes but I never see anything.
If only I had thought of the right words, I could have hold on to your heart.
If only i'd thought of the right words, I wouldn't be breaking apart all my pictures of you. Looking so long at these pictures of you, but I never hold on to your heart. Looking so long for the words to be true, but always just breaking apart my pictures of you .
There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more than to feel you deep in my heart. There was nothing in the world that i ever wanted more than to never feel the breaking apart all my pictures of you.
Robert Smith, Disintegration, The Cure.
Just Like Heaven
"Show me how you do that trick,
the one that makes me scream" she said
"the one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"show me how you do it,
And I promise you, I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you"
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
"why are you so far away?" she said
"why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you"
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven
Robert Smith
the one that makes me scream" she said
"the one that makes me laugh" she said
And threw her arms around my neck
"show me how you do it,
And I promise you, I promise that
I'll run away with you
I'll run away with you"
Spinning on that dizzy edge
I kissed her face and kissed her head
And dreamed of all the different ways I had
To make her glow
"why are you so far away?" she said
"why won't you ever know that I'm in love with you
That I'm in love with you"
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Strange as angels
Dancing in the deepest oceans
Twisting in the water
You're just like a dream
Daylight licked me into shape
I must have been asleep for days
And moving lips to breathe her name
I opened up my eyes
And found myself alone alone
Alone above a raging sea
That stole the only girl I loved
And drowned her deep inside of me
You
Soft and only
You
Lost and lonely
You
Just like heaven
Robert Smith
27.11.06
High Fidelity - Land of sexual neurosis
But when we get to her place,
she asks me if I want to break
into her duty free,
and I find that I do. So.
I speak quietly, slowly, thoughtfully, I express regret,
I say nice things about Laura,
I hint at a deep ocean of melancholy just below the surface.
But it's all bollocks, really, a cartoon sketch of a decent,
sensitive guy which does the trick
because I am in a position to invent my own reality
and because — I think —
Marie has already decided she likes me.
I have completely forgotten how to do the next bit,
even though I'm never sure
whether there's going to be a next bit.
I remember the juvenile stuff,
where you put your arm along the sofa
and lee it drop onto her shoulder,
or press your leg against hers;
I remember the mock-tough adult stuff
I used to try when I was in my mid-twenties,
where I looked someone in the eye
and asked if they wanted to stay the night.
But none of that seems appropriate anymore.
What do you do when you're old enough to know better?
In the end it's a clumsy collision
standing up in the middle of the living room.
I get up to go to the loo,
she says she'll show me,
we bump into each other,
I grab, we kiss,
and I'm back in the land of sexual neurosis.
Why is failure the first thing I think of
when I find myself in this sort of situation?
Why can't I just enjoy myself?
But if you have to ask the question,
then you know you're lost:
self-consciousness is a man's worst enemy.
Look at all the things that can go wrong for men.
There's the nothing-happening-at-all problem,
the too-much-happening-too-soon problem,
the dismal-droop-after-a-promising-beginning problem;
there's the size-doesn't-matter-except-in-my-case problem,
the failing-to-deliver-the-goods problem...
And what do women have to worry about?
A handful of cellulite? Join the club.
A spot of I-wonder-how-I-rank? Ditto.
she asks me if I want to break
into her duty free,
and I find that I do. So.
I speak quietly, slowly, thoughtfully, I express regret,
I say nice things about Laura,
I hint at a deep ocean of melancholy just below the surface.
But it's all bollocks, really, a cartoon sketch of a decent,
sensitive guy which does the trick
because I am in a position to invent my own reality
and because — I think —
Marie has already decided she likes me.
I have completely forgotten how to do the next bit,
even though I'm never sure
whether there's going to be a next bit.
I remember the juvenile stuff,
where you put your arm along the sofa
and lee it drop onto her shoulder,
or press your leg against hers;
I remember the mock-tough adult stuff
I used to try when I was in my mid-twenties,
where I looked someone in the eye
and asked if they wanted to stay the night.
But none of that seems appropriate anymore.
What do you do when you're old enough to know better?
In the end it's a clumsy collision
standing up in the middle of the living room.
I get up to go to the loo,
she says she'll show me,
we bump into each other,
I grab, we kiss,
and I'm back in the land of sexual neurosis.
Why is failure the first thing I think of
when I find myself in this sort of situation?
Why can't I just enjoy myself?
But if you have to ask the question,
then you know you're lost:
self-consciousness is a man's worst enemy.
Look at all the things that can go wrong for men.
There's the nothing-happening-at-all problem,
the too-much-happening-too-soon problem,
the dismal-droop-after-a-promising-beginning problem;
there's the size-doesn't-matter-except-in-my-case problem,
the failing-to-deliver-the-goods problem...
And what do women have to worry about?
A handful of cellulite? Join the club.
A spot of I-wonder-how-I-rank? Ditto.
High Fidelity - Not what are like, but what you like.
A while back, when Dick and Barry and I agreed that what really matters is what you like, not what you are like, Barry proposed the idea of a questionnaire for prospective partners, a two- or three-page multiple-choice document that covered all the music/film/TV/book bases. It was intended
a) to dispense with awkward conversation, and
b) to prevent a chap from leaping into bed with someone who might, at a later date, turn out to have every Julio Iglesias record ever made.
It amused us at the time, although Barry, being Barry, went one stage further: he compiled the questionnaire and presented it to some poor woman he was interested in, and she hit him with it. But there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
a) to dispense with awkward conversation, and
b) to prevent a chap from leaping into bed with someone who might, at a later date, turn out to have every Julio Iglesias record ever made.
It amused us at the time, although Barry, being Barry, went one stage further: he compiled the questionnaire and presented it to some poor woman he was interested in, and she hit him with it. But there was an important and essential truth contained in the idea, and the truth was that these things matter, and it's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently, or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.
Walk Away
I swapped my innocence for pride
Crushed the end within my stride
Said I'm strong now I know that I'm a leaver
I love the sound of you walking away,
you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear, oh
And I am cold, yes, I'm cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away,
you walking away
Why don't you walk away?
No buildings will fall down
Won't you walk away
No quake will split the ground
Won't you walk away
The sun won't swallow the sky
Won't you walk away?
Statues will not cry
Why don't you walk away?
I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away,
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I'm not cold,
I am old
At least as old as you are
And as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
Crushed the end within my stride
Said I'm strong now I know that I'm a leaver
I love the sound of you walking away,
you walking away
Mascara bleeds a blackened tear, oh
And I am cold, yes, I'm cold
But not as cold as you are
I love the sound of you walking away,
you walking away
Why don't you walk away?
No buildings will fall down
Won't you walk away
No quake will split the ground
Won't you walk away
The sun won't swallow the sky
Won't you walk away?
Statues will not cry
Why don't you walk away?
I cannot turn to see those eyes
As apologies may rise
I must be strong and stay an unbeliever
And love the sound of you walking away,
Mascara bleeds into my eye, oh
And I'm not cold,
I am old
At least as old as you are
And as you walk away
Oh, as you walk away
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