"Dear Mr. Vernon

We accept the fact that we had to
sacrifice a whole Saturday in detention for whatever
it is we did wrong, but we think you're crazy for
making us write an essay telling you who we think we
are. You see us as you want to see us: in the simplest
terms and the most convenient definitions. But what we
found out is that each one of us is a tomboy, and a
geek, and a tomaz, and a loser.
Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours,
The Breakfast Club"

Tuesday, January 27, 2004

We've Got The Brazilian Jesus

Big Brother my ass!

Enquanto ocorre a eliminação de um dos ilustres e magníficos membros desse programa-espiação na Rede Globo, a RedeTV!, no programa daquela moça que deu pro Mick Jagger, exibe o Padre Quevedo, a Mãe Dinah e companheiros tentando desmascarar um homem que afirma ser Jesus Cristo!

Além disso, o canal ainda abre um sistema de votação telefônica. Se você acredita no "messias" você disca um número; se você não acredita, você disca o mesmo número com o último algarismo trocado. Oh Jesus!

Soundtrack: Bad Religion - American Jesus
Luiz Felipe Amaral got detention at 10:44 PM.

Sunday, January 25, 2004

Cidadecitycité

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Sunday, January 18, 2004

A Boy Named Sue

Well, my daddy left home when I was three,
and he didn't leave much to Ma and me,
just this old guitar and a bottle of booze.
Now I don't blame him because he run and hid,
but the meanest thing that he ever did was
before he left he went and named me Sue.

Well, he must have thought it was quite a joke,
and it got lots of laughs from a lot of folks,
it seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
and some guy would laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell you, life ain't easy for a boy named Sue.

Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean.
My fist got hard and my wits got keen.
Roamed from town to town to hide my shame,
but I made me a vow to the moon and the stars,
I'd search the honky tonks and bars and kill
that man that gave me that awful name.

But it was Gatlinburg in mid July and I had
just hit town and my throat was dry.
I'd thought i'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon in a street of mud
and at a table dealing stud sat the dirty,
mangy dog that named me Sue.

Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
from a worn-out picture that my mother had
and I knew the scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old
and I looked at him and my blood ran cold,
and I said, "My name is Sue. How do you do?
Now you're gonna die." Yeah, that's what I told him.

Well, I hit him right between the eyes and he went down
but to my surprise he came up with a knife
and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair
right across his teeth. And we crashed through
the wall and into the street kicking and a-gouging
in the mud and the blood and the beer.

I tell you I've fought tougher men but I really can't remember when.
He kicked like a mule and bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laughin' and then I heard him cussin',
he went for his gun and I pulled mine first.
He stood there looking at me and I saw him smile.

And he said, "Son, this world is rough and if
a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
and I knew I wouldn't be there to help you along.
So I gave you that name and I said 'Goodbye'.
I knew you'd have to get tough or die. And it's
that name that helped to make you strong."

Yeah, he said, "Now you have just fought one
helluva fight, and I know you hate me and you've
got the right to kill me now and I wouldn't blame you
if you do. But you ought to thank me
before I die for the gravel in your guts and the spit
in your eye because I'm the motherfucker
that named you Sue."
Yeah, what could I do? What could I do?

I got all choked up and I threw down my gun,
called him pa and he called me a son,
and I came away with a different point of view
and I think about him now and then.
Every time I tried, every time I win and if I
ever have a son I think I am gonna name him
Bill or George - anything but Sue.

(Shel Silverstein)

Tuesday, January 13, 2004

Snootchie Bootchies!!

Já contente por ter visto Barrados no Shopping (Mallrats) no Telecine Happy, por mais que esse filme sempre passe na TV e seja um clássico das tardes televisivas, descobri que hoje à noite (22:00) vai passar O Balconista (Clerks), no mesmo canal. Maravilha!!

É importante, entretanto, diferenciar o clássico das tardes televisivas do clássico da Sessão da Tarde. Nem todo clássico das tardes televisivas é um clássico da Sessaão da Tarde. Mallrats, como já dito, é um clássico das tardes televisivas, mas não é um clássico da Sessão da Tarde. Já Curtindo a Vida Adoidado (Ferris Bueller's Day Off) é tanto um clássico das tarde televisivas como um clássico da Sessão da Tarde.

Soundtrack: Weezer - Suzanne
Luiz Felipe Amaral got detention at 3:48 PM.

Wednesday, January 07, 2004

Excuse me! I'm in Need of Medical Attention!

Minhas provas acabaram. Entrei em férias. E qual a surpresa que me aguarda? Um resfriado, maldito. Se eu morasse na Grécia antiga, eu inventava um deus das doenças.

Aliás, meu antigo professor de biologia, e poço de conhecimento, Nelson, explicou numa aula que o resfriado é diferente da gripe. Um dos sintomas de gripe que não ocorre no resfriado é algo intitulado de sentimento de morte iminente. Legal não?

Soundtrack: Black Flag - Wasted
Luiz Felipe Amaral got detention at 11:03 PM.