Ladies and gentleman, insanity has entered the building.
Luís is on holidays.
Over and out.
31 julho 2008
28 julho 2008
because he can take it.
*SPOILER ALERT*
off-limits para quem ainda não viu o filme.
O vídeo é um bocado lame, mas não resisti.
Há muito tempo que um filme não me batia tanto...
Lt. James Gordon: Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now...and so we'll hunt him, because he can take it. Because he's not a hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector...a dark knight.
25 julho 2008
11 julho 2008
Ja agora aproveita a fotografia para aquilo que queria por aqui desde que lhe pus a vista em cima
"A positive LSD story. Today, a young man on acid, realised that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration. That we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves... here's Tom with the weather."
Bill Hicks
10 julho 2008
Este poste não tem muito a ver com LSD, mas pareceu-me ser uma foto engraçada
Depois de uma semana a stressar com apresentações e outros que tais, é assim que me sinto...
E coisa até poderia melhorar, mas ontem deram-me a brilhante notícia de que se prevê chuva precisamente nas semanas em que vou a Faro...Se eu quisesse chuva tinha feito planos para ficar aqui na beatlandia e mamar com ela mais o vento e o frio que por aqui faz. Vá, se bem que não faça assim tanto frio. Tá tipo Abril, só que em Julho!! E eu aqui...
Alguém me quer por de bom humor, mostrando como a sua vida é mais desgraçada que a minha?
E coisa até poderia melhorar, mas ontem deram-me a brilhante notícia de que se prevê chuva precisamente nas semanas em que vou a Faro...Se eu quisesse chuva tinha feito planos para ficar aqui na beatlandia e mamar com ela mais o vento e o frio que por aqui faz. Vá, se bem que não faça assim tanto frio. Tá tipo Abril, só que em Julho!! E eu aqui...
Alguém me quer por de bom humor, mostrando como a sua vida é mais desgraçada que a minha?
04 julho 2008
Continuando...
Esqueci-me de dizer no ultimo post, que a banda sonora da curta No oitavo, foi cedida por Moby, e se se perguntam que Moby? Tou a falar deste Moby
03 julho 2008
Divulgar o que se faz de cinematografia em Setubal, até porque os gajos por lá também dizem miga e vezinhe
Bem, nomes e que tais é mais para o pessoal que vai ao Avante, elitismo dentro da própria elite que é o movimento politico-cultural BIF, que é como quem diz o meu irmão e o comprido. O resto do que ponho aqui, é mesmo para irem ver ao link que vai aparecer mais abaixo, e darem a conhecer a outras margens.
Setubal é terra de pexinhe frrite, e há quem diga que do Mourinho, se bem que muitos neguem. Mas também de pessoal amigo (para a tal elite que vai ao Avante, tou a falar do Tó) que tem uma produtora de curtas (até agora, que isto do preço do barril de petróleo não dá para muitas extravagâncias) Bem, os gajos acabaram mais uma curta, chamada No Oitavo. A curta vai estrear a 15 de Agosto, eu diria que muito provavelmente em Labutes, e tá muito fixe. Quem tiver interessado dê um pulinho aqui para ver o trailer e para divulgar a mais gente. Só para ver se conseguimos fazer com que a fotografia com grão desapareça do cinema português...
Mói ói
02 julho 2008
29 junho 2008
Director Kevin Smith remembers George Carlin
They say you should never meet your heroes. I've found this a good rule to live by, but as with any rule, there's always an exception.
My first exposure to George Carlin was in 1982, when HBO aired his "Carlin at Carnegie" stand-up special. When I saw the advert—featuring a clip of Carlin talking about the clichéd criminal warning of "Don't try anything funny," and then adding, "When they're not looking, I like to go …," followed by a brief explosion of goofy expressions and pantomime—I immediately asked my parents if I could tape it on our new BetaMax video recorder.
That was a hilarious bit. But when I finally watched the special, Carlin blew my doors off. Whether he was spinning a yarn about Tippy, his farting dog, or analyzing the contents of his fridge, Carlin expressed himself not only humorously, but amazingly eloquently as well. I was, as they say, in stitches.
And that was before he got to the Seven Words You Can't Say on Television.
I was 12 years old, watching a man many years my senior curse a blue streak while exposing the hypocrisy of a medium (and a society) that couldn't deal with the public usage of terms they probably employed regularly in their private lives. And while he seemed to revel in being a rebel, here was a man who also clearly loved the English language, warts and all—even the so-called "bad words" (although, as George would say, there are no such things as "bad words"). I wouldn't say George Carlin taught me obscenities, but I would definitely say he taught me that the casual use of obscenities wasn't reserved just for drunken sailors, as the old chestnut goes; even intelligent people were allowed to incorporate them into their everyday conversations (because George was nothing if not intelligent).
From that moment forward, I was an instant Carlin disciple. I bought every album, watched every HBO special, and even sat through "The Prince of Tides" just because he played a small role in the film. I spent years turning friends on to the Cult of Carlin, the World According to George, and even made pilgrimages to see him perform live (the first occasion being a gig at Farleigh Dickinson University in 1988). Carlin influenced my speech and my writing. Carlin replaced Catholicism as my religion.
in newsweek
My first exposure to George Carlin was in 1982, when HBO aired his "Carlin at Carnegie" stand-up special. When I saw the advert—featuring a clip of Carlin talking about the clichéd criminal warning of "Don't try anything funny," and then adding, "When they're not looking, I like to go …," followed by a brief explosion of goofy expressions and pantomime—I immediately asked my parents if I could tape it on our new BetaMax video recorder.
That was a hilarious bit. But when I finally watched the special, Carlin blew my doors off. Whether he was spinning a yarn about Tippy, his farting dog, or analyzing the contents of his fridge, Carlin expressed himself not only humorously, but amazingly eloquently as well. I was, as they say, in stitches.
And that was before he got to the Seven Words You Can't Say on Television.
I was 12 years old, watching a man many years my senior curse a blue streak while exposing the hypocrisy of a medium (and a society) that couldn't deal with the public usage of terms they probably employed regularly in their private lives. And while he seemed to revel in being a rebel, here was a man who also clearly loved the English language, warts and all—even the so-called "bad words" (although, as George would say, there are no such things as "bad words"). I wouldn't say George Carlin taught me obscenities, but I would definitely say he taught me that the casual use of obscenities wasn't reserved just for drunken sailors, as the old chestnut goes; even intelligent people were allowed to incorporate them into their everyday conversations (because George was nothing if not intelligent).
From that moment forward, I was an instant Carlin disciple. I bought every album, watched every HBO special, and even sat through "The Prince of Tides" just because he played a small role in the film. I spent years turning friends on to the Cult of Carlin, the World According to George, and even made pilgrimages to see him perform live (the first occasion being a gig at Farleigh Dickinson University in 1988). Carlin influenced my speech and my writing. Carlin replaced Catholicism as my religion.
in newsweek
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