This should have been three or four posts, but that would be cheap. Read on, skip some parts if you will, there are three or four subjects thrown into it (even some in Portuguese!).
Consider the situation: first days of vacation, I am asked to go somewhere "real quick" because I am the only person who can go and the store will close very soon. It was about 5h30 PM then, plenty of time to go, do what needed to be done, and come back before 6h PM to watch that important episode of Inu Yasha. So I stopped at the red light, when it got to green I turned left. I was going to stop a hundred meters ahead. The street where I was has the preference, ie, cars in crossing streets have to stop and wait for me to pass. And, again, I had left from the red light 50 meters before and was going to stop 50 meters ahead. I look, I see no danger, I keep going, I get thrown to the left. The guy in the crossing street, under a big STOP sign, hit my car on the right side. After 30 minutes of debate that led nowhere, names and phone numbers exchanged, I continued on, having to hold the wheel a good 40 degreed left to make the car go straight. I reached the store, and with great difficulty, made it back home at 6h40 PM. That happened on a Friday. Only on Monday anything could be done. A few days later the car was taken for repairs, which took 35% longer than we were initially told.
The result of that was spending most of my vacation trapped home, depending on buses (no thanks) and favors. Only a few days ago the car was back, yesterday it was fully available. So I decided to "go to the movies". I had no idea what was being shown, I just wanted to go. I was ultimately frustrated in that field, seeing as I had planned to go see that movie where Nicole Kidman plays a Russian girl the Saturday after the car crash. And so I went.
I arrived there at 3h50 PM. I had no intention of waiting more than 20 minutes for a movie. So I had the options... The Thornberries, 4h; Femme Fatale, 4h. Everything else started after 5h. So Femme Fatale it was.
It is not a movie, mind you. It is an excuse to show a scene of lesbianism and the protagonist in "various levels of undress", as pointed by a reviewer in IMDb. Hormone high boys would love it - if it was not rated higher than they can see. Girls would love Antonio Banderas if his best scene was not his portrayal of a gay. So it was two hours of girls in lingerie and small clothes or no clothes at all.
Maybe I should had gone for Thornberries.
Hah hah!! Yeah, right.
Nickelodeon has this amazing ability to make the ugliest cartoons in history, and that in face of things like Cow & Chicken and Ed, Edd and Eddy.
Before that, we again went to the military post (why military? Why not civil police?) to retrive the report on the car crash. It is interesting: we have to go there, get it, then we go out, find a photocopy shop, copy it, and in half an hour we must bring it back to the post. Why do they not print two copies? Because they are military, and because the government pays with or without our complaints. Upon arrival, we noticed the closed gate. Padlock and all. No need for comments. At the other entrance there was a soldier. "It is closed, did it move somewhere?" "No sir, today we have a meeting, so the colonel told us to close it. It will be open tomorrow." But we only find that out after going all the way there, of course. If it was a store that depended on their sales, I wonder if they would do it. But they are military, and the government pays with or without our complaints.
Oh, this is an interesting conversation I had last night on ICQ.
Him:
That's why I don't bother with movies during vacation. That Xuxa movie is STILL there up to this fucking day. It disgusts the fuck out of me. :P
Oh, today my highly intelligent maid commented about "That game where you have to kill people."
"which one of the two thousand?"
"No, I mean the one where you kill REAL people."
"Russian Roulete?"
"No, it's a 3 letter word. RPG I guess, do you know it"
"Of course, I PLAY it..."
:)
Me:
Gods... :)
Oh, excuse me a moment, I need to wipe the blood off my floor, I was playing FFT this morning. :))
Him:
It's amazing how gullible those people are. She didn't doubt for a moment the information she got from the media. Her eyes got wide open when I said I played it. "Does... does your mother know that???" was all she said. :)
Me:
Why think when you can leave the media to do it for you? =p
You should had invited her to play with you. ;)
At the very least, show her "Monica na Terra dos Monstros" for the Genesis and yell, "See? It's MONICA! That's an RPG! Anyone killing people in sight?" :)
Adorei os jornais de hoje. Heloisa Helena continua sendo oposição; ela é minha anti-heroína favorita, Joana D'Arc Rouge. E chamaram o Palocci de neo-liberal e ele ficou bravo. Heh heh. Mas nada se compara à semana passada, quando os moradores da primeira cidade do Fome Zero, atendidos por seis programas do governo anterior, disseram que não queriam mais comida, eles queriam era água e estrutura (não superestrutura). O mundo é tão divertido quando ideologias contrárias às suas têm sua invalidade (e invalidez) comprovada.
Colegas USPianos voltaram de Porto Alegre, comentando a última palestra da filha do Che Guevara, aquele que ajudou o Fidel Castro a fazer de Cuba o que é hoje. Fidel tinha trauma de padre, então proibiu a comemoração do Natal. Isso é um exemplo de livro de gramática de primeiro grau em Cuba, traduzido pois minha memória não é muito boa em espanhol.
Exercício 1: Separe sujeito e predicado e classifique o sujeito quanto ao tipo (simples, composto, oculto, etc).
a) Fidel é nosso pai.
b) Devemos tudo à revolução.
C) Che e Fidel são heróis do povo cubano.
...
Lavagem cerebral do início ao fim da vida.
Uma das histórias que se conta: dois homens tinham um burro, colocaram cestos de carga no animal e entraram cada um de um lado; pretendiam chegar a Miami assim. Deram com o burro n'água, naturalmente (cliché!). Imagine, entretanto, o desespero de uma pessoa para tentar atravessar uma grande porção de água salgada dentro de uma cesta montada num burro. Naturalmente que são apenas dois ingratos que não conseguem compreender quão maravilhoso é o regime socialista. Hasta la vitoria siempre!
Posted by Etienne at February 5, 2003 03:13 PM