jueves, 9 de diciembre de 2010

Trainspotting


El comienzo es lo más sitado de esta pelicula: "Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suit on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? "

Pero pocos sitan como termina: "So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change, I'm going to change. This is the last of this sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you: the job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die."

Si, ya sé. Si llego a desaprobar los finales de esta semana, sé que estas cosas, ni las boludeces que estuve haciendo me van a servir como escusa.

martes, 7 de diciembre de 2010

Prospect Magazine. Edición 177. (II)

Rescate Financiero.

"Parececen tan pequeños. Es dificíl creer que pagan lo sufciente de impuesto para sacarnos del apuro"

Prospect Magazine. Edición 177.

Horror en el acensor
"Presentemosnos y tengamos una coversación"

lunes, 6 de diciembre de 2010

Miren lo que encontré. Bariloche 2008.


Notas: • Algunos ojos se resistieron a que le saque lo rojo, ejemlplo Nancy.
• ¡Gaston no encontré ninguna puta foto en la que sonrías! Pensé que ya habíamos pasado esa etapa.
• Miren la cara de Rocio.
• Bueno, y una u otra cosa que mejor comentarlas en privado.

¡Cuánto tiempo pasó! ¿No?