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Como verán estoy haciendo un update de la plantilla del blog. Por ahora no me gusta como queda, se me desplaza todo a la izquierda a altas resoluciones, y no sé como arreglarlo.
Si alguien tiene idea de como arreglar eso manden un mail o dejen un comment aunque sea.
Dejo la letra de 'Carry that weight', un tema raro de los Beatles, que hasta hace poco tiempo no sabía que era de ellos. Salu2!
Boy, you're going to carry that weight,
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
I never give you my pillow
I only send you my invitations
And in the middle of the celebrations
I break down
Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Boy, you're going to carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Etiquetas: Blog, My life
A hard night's morning
Después de una inesperada vacante de espacio, nos juntamos en casa mi amiga porteña Lucy y yo. Entre medio de ver películas y capítulos de los Simpson, y ordenar discos, nos pusimos a boludear con la cámara digital.
Entre todas las fotos que salieron (algunas bizarras, como un close-up del cacto que hay en la cocina), me quedo con esta
Una de mis favoritas, aunque habría posteado otra mejor, lástima que no obtuve autorización y no quiero ver otras posteadas en su blog
Por eso no posteo tu link en mis favoritos, no vaya a ser cosa que se cumpla la teoría de los mundos :P
Me voy escuchando 'Goodnight Moon', de Shivaree. Apertura de Kill Bill vol. 2. Salu2!
There's a nail in the door
And there's glass on the lawn
Tacks on the floor
And the TV is on
And I always sleep with my guns
When you're gone
There's a blade by the bed
And a phone in my hand
A dog on the floor
And some cash on the nightstand
When I'm all alone the dreaming stops
And I just can't stand
What should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
Well goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say
Goodnight moon
There's a shark in the pool
And a witch in the tree
A crazy old neighbour and he's been watching me
And there's footsteps loud and strong coming down the hall
Something's under the bed
Now it's out in the hedge
There's a big black crow sitting on my window ledge
And I hear something scratching through the wall
Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
I just hate to be all alone
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say
Goodnight moon
Well you're up so high
How can you save me
When the dark comes here
Tonight to take me up
To my front walk
And into bed where it kisses my face
And eats my head
Oh what should I do I'm just a little baby
What if the lights go out and maybe
And then the wind just starts to moan
Outside the door he followed me home
Now goodnight moon
I want the sun
If it's not here soon
I might be done
No it won't be too soon 'til I say
Goodnight moon
No it won't be too soon 'til I say
Goodnight moon
Es irónico
... que compre el aire acondicionado y empiece a hacer un frío impensado hace una semana atrás.
... que deje la plata en casa y justo hoy vea una revista que quiero comprar.
... abrir el blogger pensando en cuatro cosas que iba a escribir y acordarme sólo de dos.
Me voy, Salu2!
Agregado a Favoritos
Hoy en un nuevo rapto de alpedismo (contagiado de mí, seguro) abrieron un blog con cosas del laburo, aunque no muy relacionadas al laburo en sí :P
Entren y firmen Acá
Me voy escuchando 'Bawitdaba' de Kid Rock. Salu2!
And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heros at the Methodone Clinic
All you bastards at the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all tricking out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone
For the timebombs ticking and the heads that hang
All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs and porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and the money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the bed and try to love someone
For the love, and for the hate
And for the peace.... WARRRRRRRRRRRR
Etiquetas: Other blogs, Work
Día tranqui
Hoy cumplí años. Después de mucho tiempo lo pasé distinto a los anteriores: en lugar de quedarme en mi cuarto con la persiana cerrada, esta vez lo pasé laburando. Ahí algunos se avivaron porque tenemos una lista con los cumpleaños de todos, pero como fue un día especial (hicieron una presentación de un nuevo producto), pasó bastante desapercibido.
Por el otro lado por fin me dejaron de joder con llamados y otras sandeces... Un par de insistentes que saben que no contesto el teléfono ese día me mandaron mensajes de texto, así que me cagaron :P
Dejo una foto de la vista de mi ventana en el depto. nuevo. Poca calidad, pero la saqué con el teléfono, así que mucho más no se puede esperar.
Y para no ser menos que otros posts, dejo la letra de "Redemption Song", pero por Chris Cornell en vivo y acústico... Ya sé, me gusta la música rara. Salu2!
Oh pirates, yes they rob I
Sold I to the merchant ships
Minutes after they took I
From the bottomless pit
But my aim was made strong
By the hands of the almighty
We fought in this generation
Triumphantly
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption song
Redemption song
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall we kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fulfill the book
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom
It's all I ever had
Redemption song
Redemption song
Redemption song
Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long must we kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look
Some say it's just a part of it
They've got to fulfill the book
I wanna say
Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption song
All I ever had
Redemption song
'Cause all I ever had
Redemption song
These songs of freedom
Redemption song
Redemption song
Redemption song
Redemption song
Redemption song
Redemption song
Cartel bizarro
En realidad el cartel no es lo funky, sino una de las fotos. Es un afiche acerca del uso del preservativo (perdón pero no pude sacar una foto del cartel completo). Alguien me puede explicar que hace una pareja de mujeres en un aviso en pro del uso de forros???? Para qué pueden querer un forro estas dos? para los dedos????
No tengo nada en contra de las lesbianas, sino que me resultó algo rarísimo. Se aceptan sugerencias.
En unos días cumplo años, espero que pase rápido y sin mucha publicidad :P
Dejo la letra de un tema de Regina Spektor, "That Time". Para que tengan una idea de como suena esta letra tan bizarra como el cartel de la foto, en la Rolling Stone de Septiembre la compararon con
Phoebe Buffay.
En 2 horas me tengo que ir a laburar, así que voy a tratar de dormir. Nos vemos.
Hey remember the time when I found a human tooth down on Delancey.
Hey remember that time we decided to kiss anywhere except the mouth.
Hey remember that time when my favorite colors were pink and green.
Hey remember that month when I only ate boxes of tangerines.
So cheap and juicy, tangerines.
Hey remember that time when I would only read Shakespeare.
Hey remember that other time when I would only read the backs of cereal boxes.
Hey remember that time I tried to save a pigeon with a broken wing.
A street cat got him by morning and I had to bury pieces of his body in my building's playground.
I thought I was going to be sick, I thought I was going to be sick.
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Parliaments.
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Marlboros.
Hey remember that time when I would only smoke Camels.
Hey remember that time when I was broke.
I didn't care I just bummed from my friends.
Bum, bum, bum, bum, bum...
Hey remember that time when you OD'ed.
Hey remember that other time when you OD'ed for the second time.
Well in the waiting room while waiting for news of you I hallucinated I could read your mind.
And I was on a lot of shit too but what I saw, man, I tell you it was freaky, freaky.
