fevereiro 27, 2004
A lista segue dentro de momentos, por agora deliciemo-nos com esta escolha do Zé:
Eight men dressed in BLACK SUITS, sit around a table at a
breakfast cafe. They are MR. WHITE, MR. PINK, MR. BLUE,
MR. BLONDE, MR. ORANGE, MR. BROWN, NICE GUY EDDIE CABOT,
and the big boss, JOE CABOT. Most are finished eating and
are enjoying coffee and conversation. Joe flips through a
small address book. Mr. Pink is telling a long and
involved story about Madonna.
MR. PINK
"Like a Virgin" is all about a girl who digs a guy with a bigdick.
The whole song is a metaphor for big dicks.
MR. BLUE
No it's not. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable and she's been fucked over a few times.
Then she meets some guy who's
really sensitive--
MR. PINK
--Whoa...whoa...time out Greenbay. Tell that bullshit to the tourists.
JOE
(looking through his address book)
Toby...who the fuck is Toby? Toby...Toby...think...think...
think...
MR. PINK
It's not about a nice girl who meets a sensitive boy. Now granted that's what "True Blue" is
about, no argument about that.
MR. ORANGE
Which one is "True Blue?"
NICE GUY EDDIE
You don't remember "True Blue?"
That was a big ass hit for Madonna. Shit, I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True
Blue."
MR. ORANGE
Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go?
Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
MR. BROWN
I hate Madonna.
MR. BLUE
I like her early stuff. You know, "Lucky Star," "Borderline" - but once she got into her "Papa Don't Preach" phase, I don't know, I tuned out.
MR. PINK
Hey, fuck all that, I'm making a point here. You're gonna make me lose my train of thought.
JOE
Oh fuck, Toby's that little china girl.
MR. WHITE
What's that?
JOE
I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age.
Toby what? What the fuck was her last name?
MR. PINK
Where was I?
MR. ORANGE
You said "True Blue" was about a nice girl who finds a sensitive fella.
But "Like a Virgin" was a metaphor for big dicks.
MR. PINK
Let me tell ya what "Like a Virgin"'s about. It's about some cooze who's a regular fuck machine.
I mean all the time, morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
MR. BLUE
How many dicks was that?
MR. WHITE
A lot.
MR. PINK
Then one day she meets a John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, whoa baby. This mother fucker's like Charles Bronson in "The Great Escape." He's diggin tunnels. Now she's gettin this serious dick action, she's feelin something she ain't felt since forever. Pain.
JOE
Chew? Toby Chew? No.
MR. PINK
It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt. Her pussy should be Bubble-Yum by now. But when this cat fucks her, it hurts.
It hurts like the first time. The pain is reminding a fuck machine what is was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin."
The fellas crack up.
JOE
Wong?
MR. PINK
Fuck you, wrong. I'm right! What the fuck do you know about it anyway? You're still listening to Jerry-fucking-Vale.
JOE
Not wrong, dumb ass, Wong! You know, like the Chinese name?
Mr. White snatches the address book from Joe's hand. They fight, but they're not really mad at each other.
MR. WHITE
Give me this fucking thing.
JOE
What the fuck do you think you're doin? Give me my book back!
MR. WHITE
I'm sick of fuckin hearin it Joe, I'll give it back when we leave.
JOE
Whaddaya mean, give it to me when we leave, give it back now.
MR. WHITE
For the past fifteen minutes now, you've just been droning on with names. "Toby...Toby...Toby... Toby Wong...Toby Wong...Toby Chung...fuckin Charlie Chan." I got Madonna's big dick outta my right ear, and Toby Jap I-don't-know-what, outta my left.
JOE
What do you care?
MR. WHITE
When you're annoying as hell, I care a lot.
JOE
Give me my book.
MR. WHITE
You gonna put it away?
JOE
I'm gonna do whatever I wanna do with it.
MR. WHITE
Well, then, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to keep it.
MR. BLONDE
Joe, you want me to shoot him for you?
MR. WHITE
Shit, you shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Have you guys been listening to K- BILLY's super sounds of the seventies weekend?
MR. PINK
Yeah, it's fuckin great isn't it?
NICE GUY EDDIE
Can you believe the songs they been playin?
MR. PINK
No, I can't. You know what I heard the other day? "Heartbeat - It's Lovebeat," by little Tony DeFranco and the DeFranco Family.
I haven't heard that since I was in fifth fuckin grade.
NICE GUY EDDIE
When I was coming down here, I was playin it. And "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" came on. Now I ain't heard that song since it was big, but when it was big, I heard it a million- trillion times. I'm listening to it this morning, and this was the first time I ever realized that the lady singing the song, was the one who killed Andy.
MR. BLUE
You didn't know Vicki Lawrence killed the guy?
NICE GUY EDDIE
I thought the cheatin wife shot Andy.
MR. BLONDE
They say it in the song.
NICE GUY EDDIE
I know, I heard it. I musta zoned out whenever that part came on before. I thought when she said that little sister stuff, she was talkin about her sister- in-law, the cheatin wife.
JOE
No, she did it. She killed the cheatin wife, too.
MR. PINK
You know the part in "Gypsies, Tramps and Theives," when she says "Poppa woulda shot his if he knew what he'd done?" I could never figure out what he did.
The table laughs. The WAITRESS comes over to the table. She has the check, and a pot of coffee.
WAITRESS
Can I get anybody more coffee.
JOE
No, we're gonna be hittin it. I'll take care of the check.
She hands the bill to him.
WAITRESS
Here ya go. Please pay at the register, if you wouldn't mind.
JOE
Sure thing.
WAITRESS
You guys have a wonderful day.
They all mutter equivalents. She exits and Joe stands up.
JOE
I'll take care of this, you guys leave the tip. (to Mr. White)
And when I come back, I want my book back.
MR. WHITE
Sorry, it's my book now.
JOE
Blonde, shoot this piece of shit, will ya?
Mr. Blonde shoots Mr. White with his finger. Mr White acts shot. Joe exits.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Okay, everybody cough up green for the little lady.
Everybody whips out a buck, and throws it on the table. Everybody, that is, except Mr. White.
NICE GUY EDDIE
C'mon, throw in a buck.
MR. WHITE
Uh-uh. I don't tip.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Whaddaya mean you don't tip?
MR. WHITE
I don't believe in it.
NICE GUY EDDIE
You don't believe in tipping?
MR. PINK
(laughing)
I love this kid, he's a madman, this guy.
MR. BLONDE
Do you have any idea what these ladies make? They make shit.
MR. WHITE
Don't give me that. She don't make enough money, she can quit.
Everybody laughs.
NICE GUY EDDIE
I don't even know a Jew who'd have the balls to say that. So let's get this straight. You never ever tip?
MR. WHITE
I don't tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doin their job.
MR. BLUE
Our girl was nice.
MR. WHITE
Our girl was okay. She didn't do anything special.
MR. BLONDE
What's something special, take ya in the kitchen and suck your dick?
They all laugh.
NICE GUY EDDIE
I'd go over twelve percent for that.
MR. WHITE
Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fuckin time, and she's only filled my cup threetimes.
When I order coffee, I want it filled six times.
MR. BLONDE
What if she's too busy?
MR. WHITE
The words "too busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Excuse me, Mr. White, but the last thing you need is another cup of offee.
They all laugh.
MR. WHITE
These ladies aren't starvin to eath. They make minimum wage. hen I worked for minimum wage, I wasn't lucky enough to have a job hat society deemed tipworthy.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Ahh, now we're getting down to it. t's not just that he's a cheap bastard--
MR. ORANGE
--It is that too--
NICE GUY EDDIE
--It is that too. But it's also he couldn't get a waiter job. You talk like a pissed off dishwasher:
"Fuck those cunts and their fucking tips."
MR. BLONDE
So you don't care that they're counting on your tip to live?
Mr. White rubs two of his fingers together.
MR. WHITE
Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses.
MR. BLONDE
You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.
MR. WHITE
So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them. They're servin ya food, you
should tip em. But no, society says tip these guys over here, but not those guys over there. That's
bullshit.
MR. ORANGE
They work harder than the kids at McDonald's.
MR. WHITE
Oh yeah, I don't see them cleaning fryers.
MR. BROWN
These people are taxed on the tips they make. When you stiff 'em, you cost them money.
MR. BLONDE
Waitressing is the number one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one jab basically any woman can get, and make a living on. The reason is because of tips.
MR. WHITE
Fuck all that.
They all laugh.
MR. WHITE
Hey, I'm very sorry that the government taxes their tips. That's fucked up. But that ain't my fault. it would appear that
waitresses are just one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis.
You show me a paper says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll
vote for it. But what I won't do is play ball. And this non- college bullshit you're telling me, I got two words for that:
"Learn to fuckin type." Cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent, you're in for a big fuckin surprise.
MR. ORANGE
He's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.
Everybody laughs. Joe's comes back to the table.
JOE
Okay ramblers, let's get to rambling. Wait a minute, who didn't throw in?
MR. ORANGE
Mr. White.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
Mr. White?
(to Mr. White)
Why?
MR. ORANGE
He don't tip.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
He don't tip?
(to Mr. White)
You don't tip? Why?
MR. ORANGE
He don't believe in it.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
He don't believe in it?
(to Mr. White)
You don't believe in it?
MR. ORANGE
Nope.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
Shut up!
(to Mr. White)
Cough up the buck, ya cheap bastard, I paid for your goddamn breakfast.
MR. WHITE
Because you paid for the breakfast, I'm gonna tip. Normally I wouldn't.
JOE
Whatever. Just throw in your dollar, and let's move.
(to Mr. Blonde)
See what I'm dealing with here. Infants. I'm fuckin dealin with infants.
The eight men get up to leave. Mr. White's waist is in the F.G. As he buttons his coat, for a second we see he's
carrying a gun. They exit Uncle Bob's Pancake House, talking amongst themselves.
breakfast cafe. They are MR. WHITE, MR. PINK, MR. BLUE,
MR. BLONDE, MR. ORANGE, MR. BROWN, NICE GUY EDDIE CABOT,
and the big boss, JOE CABOT. Most are finished eating and
are enjoying coffee and conversation. Joe flips through a
small address book. Mr. Pink is telling a long and
involved story about Madonna.
MR. PINK
"Like a Virgin" is all about a girl who digs a guy with a bigdick.
The whole song is a metaphor for big dicks.
MR. BLUE
No it's not. It's about a girl who is very vulnerable and she's been fucked over a few times.
Then she meets some guy who's
really sensitive--
MR. PINK
--Whoa...whoa...time out Greenbay. Tell that bullshit to the tourists.
JOE
(looking through his address book)
Toby...who the fuck is Toby? Toby...Toby...think...think...
think...
MR. PINK
It's not about a nice girl who meets a sensitive boy. Now granted that's what "True Blue" is
about, no argument about that.
MR. ORANGE
Which one is "True Blue?"
NICE GUY EDDIE
You don't remember "True Blue?"
That was a big ass hit for Madonna. Shit, I don't even follow this Tops In Pops shit, and I've at least heard of "True
Blue."
MR. ORANGE
Look, asshole, I didn't say I ain't heard of it. All I asked was how does it go?
Excuse me for not being the world's biggest Madonna fan.
MR. BROWN
I hate Madonna.
MR. BLUE
I like her early stuff. You know, "Lucky Star," "Borderline" - but once she got into her "Papa Don't Preach" phase, I don't know, I tuned out.
MR. PINK
Hey, fuck all that, I'm making a point here. You're gonna make me lose my train of thought.
JOE
Oh fuck, Toby's that little china girl.
MR. WHITE
What's that?
JOE
I found this old address book in a jacket I ain't worn in a coon's age.
Toby what? What the fuck was her last name?
MR. PINK
Where was I?
MR. ORANGE
You said "True Blue" was about a nice girl who finds a sensitive fella.
But "Like a Virgin" was a metaphor for big dicks.
MR. PINK
Let me tell ya what "Like a Virgin"'s about. It's about some cooze who's a regular fuck machine.
I mean all the time, morning, day, night, afternoon, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick, dick.
MR. BLUE
How many dicks was that?
MR. WHITE
A lot.
MR. PINK
Then one day she meets a John Holmes motherfucker, and it's like, whoa baby. This mother fucker's like Charles Bronson in "The Great Escape." He's diggin tunnels. Now she's gettin this serious dick action, she's feelin something she ain't felt since forever. Pain.
JOE
Chew? Toby Chew? No.
MR. PINK
It hurts. It hurts her. It shouldn't hurt. Her pussy should be Bubble-Yum by now. But when this cat fucks her, it hurts.
It hurts like the first time. The pain is reminding a fuck machine what is was like to be a virgin. Hence, "Like a Virgin."
The fellas crack up.
JOE
Wong?
MR. PINK
Fuck you, wrong. I'm right! What the fuck do you know about it anyway? You're still listening to Jerry-fucking-Vale.
JOE
Not wrong, dumb ass, Wong! You know, like the Chinese name?
Mr. White snatches the address book from Joe's hand. They fight, but they're not really mad at each other.
MR. WHITE
Give me this fucking thing.
JOE
What the fuck do you think you're doin? Give me my book back!
MR. WHITE
I'm sick of fuckin hearin it Joe, I'll give it back when we leave.
JOE
Whaddaya mean, give it to me when we leave, give it back now.
MR. WHITE
For the past fifteen minutes now, you've just been droning on with names. "Toby...Toby...Toby... Toby Wong...Toby Wong...Toby Chung...fuckin Charlie Chan." I got Madonna's big dick outta my right ear, and Toby Jap I-don't-know-what, outta my left.
JOE
What do you care?
MR. WHITE
When you're annoying as hell, I care a lot.
JOE
Give me my book.
MR. WHITE
You gonna put it away?
JOE
I'm gonna do whatever I wanna do with it.
MR. WHITE
Well, then, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to keep it.
MR. BLONDE
Joe, you want me to shoot him for you?
MR. WHITE
Shit, you shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Have you guys been listening to K- BILLY's super sounds of the seventies weekend?
MR. PINK
Yeah, it's fuckin great isn't it?
NICE GUY EDDIE
Can you believe the songs they been playin?
MR. PINK
No, I can't. You know what I heard the other day? "Heartbeat - It's Lovebeat," by little Tony DeFranco and the DeFranco Family.
I haven't heard that since I was in fifth fuckin grade.
NICE GUY EDDIE
When I was coming down here, I was playin it. And "The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia" came on. Now I ain't heard that song since it was big, but when it was big, I heard it a million- trillion times. I'm listening to it this morning, and this was the first time I ever realized that the lady singing the song, was the one who killed Andy.
MR. BLUE
You didn't know Vicki Lawrence killed the guy?
NICE GUY EDDIE
I thought the cheatin wife shot Andy.
MR. BLONDE
They say it in the song.
NICE GUY EDDIE
I know, I heard it. I musta zoned out whenever that part came on before. I thought when she said that little sister stuff, she was talkin about her sister- in-law, the cheatin wife.
JOE
No, she did it. She killed the cheatin wife, too.
MR. PINK
You know the part in "Gypsies, Tramps and Theives," when she says "Poppa woulda shot his if he knew what he'd done?" I could never figure out what he did.
The table laughs. The WAITRESS comes over to the table. She has the check, and a pot of coffee.
WAITRESS
Can I get anybody more coffee.
JOE
No, we're gonna be hittin it. I'll take care of the check.
She hands the bill to him.
WAITRESS
Here ya go. Please pay at the register, if you wouldn't mind.
JOE
Sure thing.
WAITRESS
You guys have a wonderful day.
They all mutter equivalents. She exits and Joe stands up.
JOE
I'll take care of this, you guys leave the tip. (to Mr. White)
And when I come back, I want my book back.
MR. WHITE
Sorry, it's my book now.
JOE
Blonde, shoot this piece of shit, will ya?
Mr. Blonde shoots Mr. White with his finger. Mr White acts shot. Joe exits.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Okay, everybody cough up green for the little lady.
Everybody whips out a buck, and throws it on the table. Everybody, that is, except Mr. White.
NICE GUY EDDIE
C'mon, throw in a buck.
MR. WHITE
Uh-uh. I don't tip.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Whaddaya mean you don't tip?
MR. WHITE
I don't believe in it.
NICE GUY EDDIE
You don't believe in tipping?
MR. PINK
(laughing)
I love this kid, he's a madman, this guy.
MR. BLONDE
Do you have any idea what these ladies make? They make shit.
MR. WHITE
Don't give me that. She don't make enough money, she can quit.
Everybody laughs.
NICE GUY EDDIE
I don't even know a Jew who'd have the balls to say that. So let's get this straight. You never ever tip?
MR. WHITE
I don't tip because society says I gotta. I tip when somebody deserves a tip. When somebody really puts forth an effort, they deserve a little something extra. But this tipping automatically, that shit's for the birds. As far as I'm concerned, they're just doin their job.
MR. BLUE
Our girl was nice.
MR. WHITE
Our girl was okay. She didn't do anything special.
MR. BLONDE
What's something special, take ya in the kitchen and suck your dick?
They all laugh.
NICE GUY EDDIE
I'd go over twelve percent for that.
MR. WHITE
Look, I ordered coffee. Now we've been here a long fuckin time, and she's only filled my cup threetimes.
When I order coffee, I want it filled six times.
MR. BLONDE
What if she's too busy?
MR. WHITE
The words "too busy" shouldn't be in a waitress's vocabulary.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Excuse me, Mr. White, but the last thing you need is another cup of offee.
They all laugh.
MR. WHITE
These ladies aren't starvin to eath. They make minimum wage. hen I worked for minimum wage, I wasn't lucky enough to have a job hat society deemed tipworthy.
NICE GUY EDDIE
Ahh, now we're getting down to it. t's not just that he's a cheap bastard--
MR. ORANGE
--It is that too--
NICE GUY EDDIE
--It is that too. But it's also he couldn't get a waiter job. You talk like a pissed off dishwasher:
"Fuck those cunts and their fucking tips."
MR. BLONDE
So you don't care that they're counting on your tip to live?
Mr. White rubs two of his fingers together.
MR. WHITE
Do you know what this is? It's the world's smallest violin, playing just for the waitresses.
MR. BLONDE
You don't have any idea what you're talking about. These people bust their ass. This is a hard job.
MR. WHITE
So's working at McDonald's, but you don't feel the need to tip them. They're servin ya food, you
should tip em. But no, society says tip these guys over here, but not those guys over there. That's
bullshit.
MR. ORANGE
They work harder than the kids at McDonald's.
MR. WHITE
Oh yeah, I don't see them cleaning fryers.
MR. BROWN
These people are taxed on the tips they make. When you stiff 'em, you cost them money.
MR. BLONDE
Waitressing is the number one occupation for female non-college graduates in this country. It's the one jab basically any woman can get, and make a living on. The reason is because of tips.
MR. WHITE
Fuck all that.
They all laugh.
MR. WHITE
Hey, I'm very sorry that the government taxes their tips. That's fucked up. But that ain't my fault. it would appear that
waitresses are just one of the many groups the government fucks in the ass on a regular basis.
You show me a paper says the government shouldn't do that, I'll sign it. Put it to a vote, I'll
vote for it. But what I won't do is play ball. And this non- college bullshit you're telling me, I got two words for that:
"Learn to fuckin type." Cause if you're expecting me to help out with the rent, you're in for a big fuckin surprise.
MR. ORANGE
He's convinced me. Give me my dollar back.
Everybody laughs. Joe's comes back to the table.
JOE
Okay ramblers, let's get to rambling. Wait a minute, who didn't throw in?
MR. ORANGE
Mr. White.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
Mr. White?
(to Mr. White)
Why?
MR. ORANGE
He don't tip.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
He don't tip?
(to Mr. White)
You don't tip? Why?
MR. ORANGE
He don't believe in it.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
He don't believe in it?
(to Mr. White)
You don't believe in it?
MR. ORANGE
Nope.
JOE
(to Mr. Orange)
Shut up!
(to Mr. White)
Cough up the buck, ya cheap bastard, I paid for your goddamn breakfast.
MR. WHITE
Because you paid for the breakfast, I'm gonna tip. Normally I wouldn't.
JOE
Whatever. Just throw in your dollar, and let's move.
(to Mr. Blonde)
See what I'm dealing with here. Infants. I'm fuckin dealin with infants.
The eight men get up to leave. Mr. White's waist is in the F.G. As he buttons his coat, for a second we see he's
carrying a gun. They exit Uncle Bob's Pancake House, talking amongst themselves.
fevereiro 26, 2004
Aparições
fevereiro 25, 2004
Ganharam, que injustiça!
90 e poucos minutos para isto: vão para Inglaterra de peito aberto!
Não há direito!
Dum lado, uma corja equipada de azul! Do outro, um combativo lusitano de branco e vermelho equipado, a tentar remar contra a maré nos poucos minutos minutos que restavam...mas nada feito!
Estugarda 0 - Chelsea 1, e o Meira bem tentou anular o auto-golo!
Que injustiça!
Não há direito!
Dum lado, uma corja equipada de azul! Do outro, um combativo lusitano de branco e vermelho equipado, a tentar remar contra a maré nos poucos minutos minutos que restavam...mas nada feito!
Estugarda 0 - Chelsea 1, e o Meira bem tentou anular o auto-golo!
Que injustiça!
fevereiro 23, 2004
Aquisições do fim-de-semana
Keith Jarret, The Melody At Night With You; Radiohead, Kid A; Sigur Ros, Ágaetis Byrjun; Keith Jarret, Gary Peacok, Jack Dejohnette, Inside Out
fevereiro 22, 2004
untitled #1
Ao som do Parachutes dos Cold Play.
fevereiro 21, 2004
Magnífico!
fevereiro 19, 2004
Transinfinito
Pedindo a palavra, perguntou: infinito + 1 = a quê? Descobriu que: infinito + 1 = transinfinito.
Sendim, Transinfinito
Sendim, Transinfinito
fevereiro 18, 2004
Lista de Links
Pura diversão!
fevereiro 16, 2004
Format C:/Q
Isto não está nada fácil...mais dia menos dia e o meu computador acaba todo estraçalhado via 4.º Andar!
Tenho a leve ideia que ele não ouviu falar das novas tecnologias! Ou, pior ainda, está de greve!!!
Eu quero acreditar que foi um ar que lhe deu...
Enfim, hoje consegui aceder ao meu blog confortavelmente instalado no meu quarto, coisa rara nos dias que correm. E como quando algo corre mal, tudo corre mal, eis-me perante a árdua tarefa da lista dos 25 singles, etc..
Lançado o repto, aqui vai nada:
- The Cure: (10:15 saturday night);
- Peter Murphy: Cuts You Up;
- Big Soul: Le Brio;
- Blasted Mechanism: Athom Bride Theme;
- Dave Matthews Band: Halloween;
- Radiohead: Creep;
- Pixies: Tame;
- Pearl Jam: Black;
- Talking Heads: Psycho Killer;
- Dire Straits: Telegraph Road;
- Iggy Pop & Kate Pierson: Candy;
- Bauhaus: Ziggy Stardust;
- Stone Roses: I Wanna Be Adored;
- Soft Cell: Tainted Love;
- Couting Crows: Mr. Jones;
- Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here;
- Portishead: Sour Times;
- Morphine: Sharks Patrol These Waters;
- Cold Play: Don't Panic;
- Jorge Palma: O Meu Amor Existe;
- Rage Against The Machine: Freedom;
- Sigur Ros: Ny Batteri;
- Tindersticks: Her;
- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane;
- Irmãos Catita: Canção Conjugal.
...e tantas outras que ultrapassam o simbólico 25!
Tenho a leve ideia que ele não ouviu falar das novas tecnologias! Ou, pior ainda, está de greve!!!
Eu quero acreditar que foi um ar que lhe deu...
Enfim, hoje consegui aceder ao meu blog confortavelmente instalado no meu quarto, coisa rara nos dias que correm. E como quando algo corre mal, tudo corre mal, eis-me perante a árdua tarefa da lista dos 25 singles, etc..
Lançado o repto, aqui vai nada:
- The Cure: (10:15 saturday night);
- Peter Murphy: Cuts You Up;
- Big Soul: Le Brio;
- Blasted Mechanism: Athom Bride Theme;
- Dave Matthews Band: Halloween;
- Radiohead: Creep;
- Pixies: Tame;
- Pearl Jam: Black;
- Talking Heads: Psycho Killer;
- Dire Straits: Telegraph Road;
- Iggy Pop & Kate Pierson: Candy;
- Bauhaus: Ziggy Stardust;
- Stone Roses: I Wanna Be Adored;
- Soft Cell: Tainted Love;
- Couting Crows: Mr. Jones;
- Pink Floyd: Wish You Were Here;
- Portishead: Sour Times;
- Morphine: Sharks Patrol These Waters;
- Cold Play: Don't Panic;
- Jorge Palma: O Meu Amor Existe;
- Rage Against The Machine: Freedom;
- Sigur Ros: Ny Batteri;
- Tindersticks: Her;
- Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds: The Ballad of Robert Moore and Betty Coltrane;
- Irmãos Catita: Canção Conjugal.
...e tantas outras que ultrapassam o simbólico 25!
fevereiro 14, 2004
Dass!!!
fevereiro 11, 2004
Dia negro...
Mais um dia negro na nossa democracia.
"Do lado dos socialistas, Jean Glavany, ex-ministro da Agricultura, explicou que o diploma "se tornou necessário" devido às dificuldades, comunicadas pelos professores, relativamente a algumas tendências xenófobas demonstradas pelos alunos, nomeadamente pelos muçulmanos."
Tem razão sua suína excelência, a culpa era do véu, bem visto!
Fica o meu conselho para as raprigas mulçumanas: deixem de usar véu e passem a usar um lenço!- os indigentes dos croissants devem achar que é mais fashion!
Já estou como Séneca: "de cada vez que estive no meio dos homens, voltei um homem diminuído."
Fod...
"Do lado dos socialistas, Jean Glavany, ex-ministro da Agricultura, explicou que o diploma "se tornou necessário" devido às dificuldades, comunicadas pelos professores, relativamente a algumas tendências xenófobas demonstradas pelos alunos, nomeadamente pelos muçulmanos."
Tem razão sua suína excelência, a culpa era do véu, bem visto!
Fica o meu conselho para as raprigas mulçumanas: deixem de usar véu e passem a usar um lenço!- os indigentes dos croissants devem achar que é mais fashion!
Já estou como Séneca: "de cada vez que estive no meio dos homens, voltei um homem diminuído."
Fod...
fevereiro 10, 2004
Standing Ovation, para os trabalhadores do Casino do Estoril!
fevereiro 07, 2004
A minha última aquisição...
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Para uma boa tarde de Domingo:
fevereiro 06, 2004
And the Oscar goes to...
Zé Tó, a velha raposa, depois de 24 horas em contacto com o FBI e a Nasa, descobriu o X que marca o tesouro!
Aos restantes, beijos e abraços!
Aos restantes, beijos e abraços!
fevereiro 05, 2004
Caravaggio #1
Vamos lá animar isto!!!
Tenho um blog novo! Quem o descobrir será presenteado com um belo repasto no "Porto de Santa Maria"!
Divirtam-se!
Beijos e Abraços,
César.
Divirtam-se!
Beijos e Abraços,
César.
E eu a pensar que ela tinha ido morrer longe!
De facto, já nem em casa uma pessoa está segura!
Estava eu na prática do zapping, quando tropeço na Sic Notícias e "pow!": a Maria José Nogueira Pinto está viva!
Oh demónios! E como se já não bastasse, esqueceram-se de pôr a bolinha vermelha no canto superior direito! Serviço público...as pobres das criancinhas à procura dos desenhos animados e a única coisa que encontram é o Papão!
Não se pode declarar essa senhora inconstitucional? Utilizá-la em experiências médicas algures em Chernobyl, a ver se dura mais tempo que as minhocas? Ou abandoná-la no bairro das Marianas durante quatro meses (como no Big Brother) e, se sobreviver, atribuir-lhe um prémio tipo...tipo...outros tantos meses na Cova da Moura?
Como diria a minha irmã: "...tanta bala sem gente e tanta gente sem bala!"
Ficam as sugestões...
Estava eu na prática do zapping, quando tropeço na Sic Notícias e "pow!": a Maria José Nogueira Pinto está viva!
Oh demónios! E como se já não bastasse, esqueceram-se de pôr a bolinha vermelha no canto superior direito! Serviço público...as pobres das criancinhas à procura dos desenhos animados e a única coisa que encontram é o Papão!
Não se pode declarar essa senhora inconstitucional? Utilizá-la em experiências médicas algures em Chernobyl, a ver se dura mais tempo que as minhocas? Ou abandoná-la no bairro das Marianas durante quatro meses (como no Big Brother) e, se sobreviver, atribuir-lhe um prémio tipo...tipo...outros tantos meses na Cova da Moura?
Como diria a minha irmã: "...tanta bala sem gente e tanta gente sem bala!"
Ficam as sugestões...
fevereiro 04, 2004
À mulher de César não basta ser séria, tem de parecer.
Acórdão do Supremo Tribunal Administrativo, 8 de Julho de 1997:
"Implicaria grave lesão do interesse público a suspensão da eficácia de um acórdão do Conselho dos Oficiais de Justiça que puniu um técnico de justiça principal com a pena de inactividade por um ano por ele, em conversa com dois magistrados do Ministério Público, na comarca onde prestava serviço, ter dito que a Delegada com quem trabalhava gostava de se exibir, usava mini-saias para mostrar as pernas não se sabe até onde, chegando no tribunal a subir a um escadote para se lhe mostrar, se lhe mandava e atirava e porque ele não se mostrou interessado o perseguiu a tal ponto que teve que apresentar uma queixa crime e que ele só não saltou para cima dela porque não quis, quando se apurou também que a mesma magistrada sempre se deu ao respeito de todos."
"Implicaria grave lesão do interesse público a suspensão da eficácia de um acórdão do Conselho dos Oficiais de Justiça que puniu um técnico de justiça principal com a pena de inactividade por um ano por ele, em conversa com dois magistrados do Ministério Público, na comarca onde prestava serviço, ter dito que a Delegada com quem trabalhava gostava de se exibir, usava mini-saias para mostrar as pernas não se sabe até onde, chegando no tribunal a subir a um escadote para se lhe mostrar, se lhe mandava e atirava e porque ele não se mostrou interessado o perseguiu a tal ponto que teve que apresentar uma queixa crime e que ele só não saltou para cima dela porque não quis, quando se apurou também que a mesma magistrada sempre se deu ao respeito de todos."
fevereiro 02, 2004
Há dias de manhã que um homem à tarde não pode sair de noite...
Vila Viçosa #1
De Vila Viçosa ficou: a Pousada D. João IV (muito bom!!!); a Discoteca lá da terra: Desigual -, menos mau; a companhia (excelente); e a puta da chuva (desculpem lá, mas não encontrei palavra mais expressiva...)
