kitschnet - mini-pratos ao balcão: 07.08


23.7.08

Super Mário
digam o que disserem, seja ele o que for que eu até sei que é, gosto dele como d'um tio! [em relação a tios, não sei porquê, talvez qualquer coisa a ver com a figura paternal que não chateia, sou bastante mais tolerante do que o habitual]
aqui tiro-lhe o chapéu, aqui recebo-o de braços abertos e aqui dou-lhe um beijinho afectuoso de oh, tio, entre, entre, estava a acabar de pôr a mesa, quer tomar alguma coisa?, e novidades?, deixe-me ir buscar os guardanapos e já conversamos.

posted by pimpinelle
16.7.08

a sensação que eu tenho de que nunca se pode ser muito feliz enquanto formos isto
Na Índia, Surjit Singh, um rapaz de 16 anos foi espancado até à morte por ter escrito um poema de amor dedicado a uma rapariga de uma casta superior. Primeiro pelo professor, depois pela família da rapariga. O resto da história, aqui.

posted by pimpinelle
14.7.08

Arnaldantunes
a graça do senhor cai e recai sobre nós com direito a encore e tudo. cada dia que passa gosto mais da Fundação. saber mais aqui. são 10 euros com os habituais descontos.

posted by pimpinelle
9.7.08

isso ou um tenor de pulmões incontinentes
a voz da minha consciência é do tipo mariah carey. em repeat.

posted by pimpinelle
7.7.08

a que eu faria, ou farei

algumas de outros mais corajosos aqui.

posted by pimpinelle

fai fai faive
ever wonder?

posted by pimpinelle

pero pero perom pompérola
vi o lino no telhado.

posted by pimpinelle

vanity cards
no fim de cada episídio de Dharma & Greg aparecem uns dizeres, sempre diferentes. para quem nunca conseguiu lê-los, fica tudo explicado aqui. banqueteiem-se.

posted by pimpinelle

tatue-misso aí na perna esquerda ou sobre a magia
Ao escrevermos, como evitar que escrevamos sobre aquilo
que não sabemos ou que sabemos mal? É necessariamente
neste ponto que imaginamos ter algo a dizer. Só
escrevemos na extremidade de nosso próprio saber, nesta
ponta extrema que separa o nosso saber e a nossa ignorância e
que transforma um no outro.
Gilles Deleuze



posted by pimpinelle

Over and out
«I'm a Modern Man»
por
George Carlin

I'm a modern man.
I'm a modern man.
I'm a modern man.
I'm a modern man.

I'm a modern man,
A man for the millennium,
Digital and smoke free.

A diversified multicultural postmodern deconstructionist,
Politically anatomically and ecologically incorrect.

I've been uplinked and downloaded.
I've been inputted and outsourced.
I know the upside of downsizing.
I know the downside of upgrading.

I'm a high tech lowlife.
A cutting edge state-of-the-art bicoastal multitasker,
And I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond.

I'm new wave but I'm old school,
And my inner child is outward bound.

I'm a hot wired heat seeking warm hearted cool customer,
Voice activated and biodegradable.

I interface from a database,
And my database is in cyberspace,
So I'm interactive,
I'm hyperactive,
And from time-to-time,
I'm radioactive.

Behind the eight ball,
Ahead of the curve,
Riding the wave,
Dodging a bullet,
Pushing the envelope.

I'm on point,
On task,
On message,
And off drugs.
I got no need for coke and speed,
I got no urge to binge and purge.

I'm in the moment,
On the edge,
Over the top,
But under the radar.

A high concept,
Low profile,
Medium range ballistic missionary.
A street-wise smart bomb.
A top gun bottom feeder.

I wear power ties,
I tell power lies,
I take power naps,
I run victory laps.

I'm a totally ongoing bigfoot slam dunk rainmaker with a proactive outreach.
A raging workaholic.
A working ragaholic.
Out of rehab,
And in denial.

I got a personal trainer,
A personal shopper,
A personal assistant,
And a personal agenda.

You can't shut me up,
You can't dumb me down.
'Cause I'm tireless,
And I'm wireless.
I'm an alpha male on beta blockers.

I'm a non-believer and an over-achiever.
Laid back but fashion forward.

Up front,
Down home,
Low rent,
High maintenance.

Super size,
Long lasting,
High definition,
Fast acting,
Oven ready,
And built to last.

I'm a hands on,
Foot loose,
Knee jerk,
Head case.

Prematurely post traumatic,
And I have a love child who sends me hate mail.

But I'm feeling,
I'm caring,
I'm healing,
I'm sharing.
A supportive bonding nurturing primary care giver.

My output is down,
But my income is up.
I take a short position on the long bond,
And my revenue stream has its own cash flow.

I read junk mail,
I eat junk food,
I buy junk bonds,
I watch trash sports.

I'm gender specific,
Capital intensive,
User friendly,
And lactose intolerant.

I like rough sex.
I like rough sex.
I like tough love.
I use the f word in my email,
And the software on my hard drive is hard core, no soft porn.

I bought a microwave at a mini mall.
I bought a mini van in a mega store.
I eat fast food in the slow lane.

I'm toll free,
Bite sized,
Ready to wear,
And I come in all sizes.

A fully equipped,
Factory authorized,
Hospital tested,
Clinically proven,
Scientifically formulated medical miracle.

I've been pre-washed,
Pre-cooked,
Pre-heated,
Pre-screened,
Pre-approved,
Pre-packaged,
Post-dated,
Freeze-dried,
Double-wrapped,
Vacuum-packed,
And I have an unlimited broadband capacity.

I'm a rude dude,
But I'm the real deal.
Lean and mean.
Cocked, locked and ready to rock.
Rough tough and hard to bluff.

I take it slow.
I go with the flow.
I ride with the tide.
I got glide in my stride.

Drivin' and movin',
Sailin' and spinnin',
Jivin' and groovin',
Wailin' and winnin'.

I don't snooze,
So I don't lose.
I keep the pedal to the metal,
And the rubber on the road.

I party hearty,
And lunch time is crunch time.

I'm hanging in,
There ain't no doubt.
And I'm hanging tough,
Over and out.


um dos todos a não perder, aqui.

posted by pimpinelle

como afinar se tenho o coração na boca?

posted by pimpinelle