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- Borges — Dão Reserva '2009 (branco)
Hoje começo pelo fim: que grande branco! Volumoso mas acima de tudo muito fresco, independentemente do tempo no copo, da temperatura, da exposição ao ar depois de servido, apesar dos 14,5% (!) de teor alcoólico que apresenta. Encontrei-lhe limão,...
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NOTHING IS SACRED. Doubt — in everything — is absolutely essential. Everything, no matter how great, how fundamental, how beautiful, or important it is, must be questioned. It's only when people believe that their beliefs are above questioning,...
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And now? Now I was standing in Nicole's courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic, accelerated beating of my own heart. I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I couldn't...
- Becket T Ices [b]
«First back on to three. Not yet to try worsen. Simply be there again. There in that head in that head. Be it again. That head in that head. Clenched eyes clamped to it alone. Alone? No. Too. To it too. The sunken skull. The crippled hands. Clenched...
- Becket T Ices [a]
«Hand in hand with equal plod they go. In the free hands — no. Free empty hands. Backs turned both bowed with equal plod they go. The child hand raised to reach the holding hand. Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede....
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Simpsonize Me?
Bem, estou farto de andar para aí com fotos do Bonga em tudo o que é meu avatar. Também já reparei que a moda para quem não se quer mostrar é utilizar umas bonequinhas, meio desenhadas, meio moldadas em 3D. Pois eu que sou puro e tímido e por isso tenho problemas em publicar a minha inefável imagem as is, resolvi fazê-lo de uma forma que achei engraçada, sobretudo porque fiquei mais bonito: simpsonizando-me.
Digam lá que não fiquei um doce. Também experimentei com uma fotografia do meu mano. Ei-lo:
Eis ele. OK, mesmo em 2D e amarelos parecemos — sei lá! — eu, talvez um daqueles putos espertos, muito trabalhadores e só na aparência desencaixados, daqueles que há uns anos atrás enriqueciam ainda na universidade com uma dot com de ascenção meteórica. E o Brunito parece tão adulto! Já agora, como miz S. também faz parte da família "Puto Bebe"...
Ficou bem, não ficou? Enfim, quem quiser experimentar, simpsonize-se aqui.
P.S.
Ali, p'rás bandas do Burger King. Acerca da muito linda e simpática mascote que esses senhores escolheram para representar os seus produtos, encontrei uns apontamentos engraçados. Ora vejam:
For these ads, an actor dressed in regal splendor and wearing a gargantuan-sized plastic head of the Burger King character (that never spoke) mysteriously shows up at the home of an average, all-American guy bearing gifts, namely the new Burger King products.
In one spot, the guy wakes up in bed, turns over and is confronted with the Burger King character lying beside him. Seemingly unperturbed (however, the viewers found it kind of creepy) the king offers the man a sandwich which he eats and enjoys. At the end of the spot, the King puts his hand on the guys knee and again the viewers found that kind of creepy.
In another spot, the guy wakes up and pulls open his shades. There, in the middle of a lush green backyard, stands the Burger King (like Hannibal Lecter in the middle of his cage). For a quick moment, the man turns his head and suddenly the King has traversed some 50 feet in a matter of a second. Now most people would have jumped back in horror, but the sleepy-eyed guy happily accepts an offering of a breakfast sandwich.
P.S.
Ali, p'rás bandas do Burger King. Acerca da muito linda e simpática mascote que esses senhores escolheram para representar os seus produtos, encontrei uns apontamentos engraçados. Ora vejam:
For these ads, an actor dressed in regal splendor and wearing a gargantuan-sized plastic head of the Burger King character (that never spoke) mysteriously shows up at the home of an average, all-American guy bearing gifts, namely the new Burger King products.
In one spot, the guy wakes up in bed, turns over and is confronted with the Burger King character lying beside him. Seemingly unperturbed (however, the viewers found it kind of creepy) the king offers the man a sandwich which he eats and enjoys. At the end of the spot, the King puts his hand on the guys knee and again the viewers found that kind of creepy.
In another spot, the guy wakes up and pulls open his shades. There, in the middle of a lush green backyard, stands the Burger King (like Hannibal Lecter in the middle of his cage). For a quick moment, the man turns his head and suddenly the King has traversed some 50 feet in a matter of a second. Now most people would have jumped back in horror, but the sleepy-eyed guy happily accepts an offering of a breakfast sandwich.
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- Borges — Dão Reserva '2009 (branco)
Hoje começo pelo fim: que grande branco! Volumoso mas acima de tudo muito fresco, independentemente do tempo no copo, da temperatura, da exposição ao ar depois de servido, apesar dos 14,5% (!) de teor alcoólico que apresenta. Encontrei-lhe limão,...
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NOTHING IS SACRED. Doubt — in everything — is absolutely essential. Everything, no matter how great, how fundamental, how beautiful, or important it is, must be questioned. It's only when people believe that their beliefs are above questioning,...
-
And now? Now I was standing in Nicole's courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic, accelerated beating of my own heart. I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I couldn't...
- Becket T Ices [b]
«First back on to three. Not yet to try worsen. Simply be there again. There in that head in that head. Be it again. That head in that head. Clenched eyes clamped to it alone. Alone? No. Too. To it too. The sunken skull. The crippled hands. Clenched...
- Becket T Ices [a]
«Hand in hand with equal plod they go. In the free hands — no. Free empty hands. Backs turned both bowed with equal plod they go. The child hand raised to reach the holding hand. Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede....