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Desde hoy este blog cambia de tono.
Ya me dijeron que soy una chilletas y la neta tienen razón.
Adiós Radiohead, welcome Pizzicato Five.

Diálogos cinematográficos (DC I)

BUD
Why the fuck are you doing this? The Nite Owl made you. You want to tear all that down?

EXLEY
With a wrecking ball. You want to help me swing it?

(L.A. Confidential, Script by Brian Helgeland)

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(Este me recuerda mucho la vez que me ofrecieron matrimonio. Los hombres son superchistosos)

JARETH

You’ve come a long way, little girl.

SARAH looks out at the labyrinth.

SARAH

I certainly have.

She turns to face him.

JARETH

Yes, I can see it in your eyes. No one else has ever made it this far in the labyrinth, no one else has ever been worthy …

He takes her hand and brings it to his lips. She smiles down at him.

SARAH

What’s your offer?

JARETH

Why, everything … you’ll rule by my side.

SARAH

Everything? The chance to spend my life surrounded by repulsive goblins … the chance to torment innocent creatures …

JARETH (shaking his head)

… the chance to never have a care in the world, to never have to do anything that you don’t want to do.

SARAH looks at him.

SARAH

Anything else?

JARETH (smiling):

Why, me. Of course.

(Labyrinth, Script by Laura Phillips and Terry Jones)

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LEBOWSKI

It’s funny. I can look back on a life of achievement, on challenges met, competitors bested, obstacles overcome. I’ve accomplished more than most men, and without the use of my legs. What. . . What makes a man, Mr. Lebowski?

DUDE

Dude.

LEBOWSKI

Huh?

DUDE

I don’t know, sir.

LEBOWSKI

Is it. . . is it, being prepared to do the right thing? Whatever the price? Isn’t that what makes a man?

DUDE

Sure. That and a pair of testicles.

(The Big Lebowski, Script by Joel and Ethan Coen)

Ya sé

Ya sé que los blogs no son sufrideros de nadie, y que a todo mundo le vale un poco madres, pero tengo una pregunta ¿todos se levantan un día y se dan cuenta de la profunda ridiculez de lo que asumen como verdadero o nomás yo?

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Me falta leer, estoy atrapada en mi.

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(Pinguín, pingüín. Ahora resulta que nadie sabe cómo se dice. A mí me aventaron 17 sombrerazos el único día que lo dije mal)

El asunto debería responderse de forma tan absurda como se plantea. Propongo que los cancilleres muestren las fotografías de Elba Esther Gordillo y de Dolores Padierna. Acto seguido podrían “exigir” la destrucción de todas las muñecas Barbie del mundo, por promover un estereotipo racial ofensivo particularmente hacia nuestras respetables figuras políticas. (Lo mismo se podría hacer con Ken, nomás que hoy ando de misógina).