domingo, 25 de septiembre de 2011

Instrucciones para cumplir 30.

En el fondo, no hay nada que hacer. Siempre tendrás dieciocho, porque eres joven sólo una vez, pero inmaduro para siempre. No hay instrucciones para cumplir treinta. Pero si las hubiera, serían estas:

- Haz una lista de todo lo que no te gusta de ti y luego tírala. Eres el que eres. Y después de todo, no es tan malo como te imaginas un domingo de cruda.

- Tira el equipaje de sobra. El viaje es largo, cargar no te deja mirar hacia delante. Y además jode la espalda.

- No sigas modas. En diez años te vas a morir de vergüenza de haberte puesto eso, de todas maneras.

- Besa a tantos como puedas. Deja que te rompan el corazón. Enamórate, Date en la madre, y vuelve a levantarte. Quizás hay un amor verdadero. Quizás no. Pero mientras lo encuentras, lo bailado ni quién te lo quita.

- Come frutas y verduras. Neta, vete acostumbrando a que no vas a poder tragar garnachas toda la vida.

- Equivócate. Cambia. Intenta. Falla. Reinvéntate. Manda todo al carajo y empieza de nuevo cada vez que sea necesario. De veras, no pasa nada. Sobre todo si no haces nada.

- Prueba otros sabores de helado. Otras cervezas, otras pastas de dientes.

- Arranca el coche un día, y no pares hasta que se acabe la gasolina.

- Empieza un grupo de rock. Toma clases de baile. Aprende italiano. Invéntate otro nombre. Usa una bicicleta.

- Perdona. Olvida. Deja ir.

- Decide quién es imprescindible. Mientras más grande eres más difícil es hacer amigos de verdad, y más necesitas quien sepa quién eres realmente sin que tengas que explicárselo. Esos son los amigos. Cuídalos y mantenlos cerca.

- Aprende que no vas a aprender nada. Pero no hay examen final en esta escuela. Ni calificaciones, ni graduación, ni reunión de exalumnos, gracias a Dios. Felices treinta, viejo. Bienvenido al resto de tu vida.

Efectos Secundarios (2006) por Issa López

domingo, 18 de septiembre de 2011

Pulp Fiction Artwork

Uncomfortable Silences

Don't you hate that?


Uncomfortable silences.
Why do we feel it's necessary to talk about bullshit in order to be comfortable?

I don't know. That's a good question.

That's when you know you've found somebody special.
When you can just shut the fuck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence.

I don't think we're there yet. But don't feel bad we just met each other.

Well I'll tell you what, I'll go to the bathroom and powder my nose, while you sit here and think of
something to say.

I'll do that
Pulp Fiction (1994) by Quentin Tarantino

jueves, 8 de septiembre de 2011

My Wand

Hazel and Unicorn, Ten and Three Quarter inches, Quite Bendy.


Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic, and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.

Minor disadvantages of unicorn hair are that they do not make the most powerful wands (although the wand wood may compensate) and that they are prone to melancholy if seriously mishandled, meaning that the hair may 'die' and need replacing.


A sensitive wand, hazel often reflects its owner’s emotional state, and works best for a master who understands and can manage their own feelings. Others should be very careful handling a hazel wand if its owner has recently lost their temper, or suffered a serious disappointment, because the wand will absorb such energy and discharge it unpredictably. The positive aspect of a hazel wand more than makes up for such minor discomforts, however, for it is capable of outstanding magic in the hands of the skillful, and is so devoted to its owner that it often ‘wilts’ (which is to say, it expels all its magic and refuses to perform, often necessitating the extraction of the core and its insertion into another casing, if the wand is still required) at the end of its master’s life (if the core is unicorn hair, however, there is no hope; the wand will almost certainly have ‘died’). Hazel wands also have the unique ability to detect water underground, and will emit silvery, tear-shaped puffs of smoke if passing over concealed springs and wells.

lunes, 1 de agosto de 2011

He's lucky. You're lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky.

Janet:  Oh, Brad. Let's go back. I'm cold and I'm frightened.
    Brad: Just a moment, Janet. They          may have a telephone.
Riff Raff: Hello.
Brad: Uh - oh - Hi!  My name is Brad Majors. And this is my fiancee, Janet Weiss. I - ah - wondered if you could help us. Our car has broken down about two miles up the road. Do you have a phone we might use?
Riff Raff: You're wet.
Janet:  Yes, the rain has been very       heavy.
Brad: Yes.
Riff Raff: Yes. I think you had better both come inside.
Janet: You're too kind. 
Janet: Oh Brad, I'm frightened. What kind of place is this?
Brad: Oh, it's probably some kind of hunting lodge for rich weirdos.
Riff Raff: This way.
Janet: Are you - giving a party?
   Riff Raff: No. You've arrived on a rather special night. It's one of the         master's affairs.
Janet: Oh, lucky him.
Magenta: He's lucky. You're lucky, I'm lucky, we're all lucky. 

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) by Jim Sharman.

viernes, 29 de julio de 2011

There's a Light.

Brad & Janet: In the velvet darkness of the blackest night burning bright.
There's a guiding star no matter what or who you are.
There's a Light. Over at the Frankenstein place.
There's a light. Burning in the fireplace.
There's a light, a light in the darkness of everybody's life.
I can see the flag fly, I can see the rain just the same. There has got to be     something better here for you and me.
A light in the darkness of everybody's life.
Riff Raff: The darkness must go down the river of nights dreaming flow         morphia slow. Let the sun and light come streaming into my life. Into my life.
Narrator: And so it seemed that fortune had smiled on Brad and Janet and      that they had found the assistance that their plight required or had they? 
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) by Jim Sharman.

A strange journey.

I would like if I may to take you on a strange journey. It seemed a fairly      ordinary night when Brad Majors and his fiancee Janet Weiss (two young        ordinary healthy kids) left Denton that late November evening to visit Dr          Everett Scott, ex. tutor and now friend of both of them. It's true there were dark storm clouds, heavy, black and pendulous, toward which they were        driving. It's true also that the spare tyre they were carrying was badly in need of some air.  But they being normal kids and on a night out, well they were     not going to let a storm spoil the events of their evening. On a night out. It    was a night out they were going to remember for a very long time. 
The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) by Jim Sharman.

J - A - N - E – T. I love you so.

Janet: Oh Brad, wasn't it wonderful. Didn't Betty look radiantly beautiful. Just an hour ago she was plain old Betty Monroe. Now she's Mrs.Ralph Hapschatt.
Brad: Er...yes, Janet.......Ralph's a lucky guy.
Janet: Yes.
Brad: Everyone knows Betty's a wonderful little cook.
Janet: Yes.
Brad: And Ralph himself will be in line for promotion in a year or so.
Janet: Yes.
Brad: Hey Janet.
Janet: Yes Brad.
Brad: I've got something to say.
Janet: Uh huh.
Brad: I really loved the skilful way you beat the other girls to the bride's    bouquet.
Janet: Oh Brad.
Brad: The river was deep but I swam it. The future is ours so let's plan it. So please don't tell me to can it. I've one thing to say and that's: Dammit,      Janet. I love you. The road was long but I ran it. There's a fire in my heart    and you fan it. If there's one fool for you then I am it. I've one thing to say     and that's: Dammit, Janet.
I love you. Here's a ring to prove that i'm not joker. There's three ways that    love can grow. That's good bad or mediocre.
Oh  J - A - N - E – T. I love you so.
 The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) by Jim Sharman.

The late night double feature Picture Show.

Michael Rennie was ill. The day the earth stood still but he told us where we    stand And Flash Gordon was there i silver underwear. Claude Rains was the    invisible man. Then something went wrong for Fay Wray and King Kong they    got caught in a celluloid jam. Then at a deadly pace it came from outer space and this is how the message ran.
    Science Fiction - double-feature. Dr X will build a creature. See Androids        fighting Brad and Janet. Anne Francis stars in Forbidden Planet. Oh - at the     late night, double-feature Picture Show.
I knew Leo G. Carrol was over a barrel, when tarantula took to the hills. And I really got hot when I saw Jeanette Scott fight a Triffid that spits poison and    kills Dana Andrews said prunes gave him the runes and passing them used lots of skills. And when worlds collide said George Pal to his bride I'm going to give you some terrible trills like a -
Dr X will build a creature. See Androids fighting Brad and Janet. Anne Francis     stars in Forbidden Planet. Oh - at the late-night, double-feature Picture       Show. By RKO O- Oh at the late-night, double-feature Picture Show. In the   back row at the late-night, double-feature Picture Show. I want to go to    the late night double feature Picture Show.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) by Jim Sharman.

miércoles, 27 de julio de 2011

I am the devil...

I am the devil, and I am here to do the devil's work.

The Devil’s Rejects (2005) by Rob Zombie

It's all fucking mind power.

Baby: So what do you wanna do?
Wendy Banjo: Help!
I knew that fucking cunt would do something stupid! Shut up! Open the fucking door! Open the goddamn door!
Gloria Sullivan: Hold it!
Wendy Banjo: Somebody help me!
Baby: What are you gonna do? Shoot me? What did I ever really do to you?
Gloria Sullivan: I swear I'll do it! I'll kill you!
Baby: Why would you wanna kill me? I'm your only hope. My brother's fucking crazy, you've seen him.
Gloria Sullivan: Wendy it's all right! Come on out!
Baby: Go ahead, shoot me. Shoot me right on the ass! Stupid cunt.
There ain't no bullets in this thing. It's all fucking mind power.

The Devil’s Rejects (2005) by Rob Zombie

Whore this, fucker.

Fanny: What? Are you calling me a whore?
Captain Spaulding:
I calls 'em like I sees 'em!

The Devil’s Rejects (2005) by Rob Zombie

Tutti fucking fruity

Baby: Just in case anyone's interested, I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles.

Otis: "I think I'm gonna be wanting some ice cream in about 10 miles."
Baby: Don't you fucking imitate me, it's fucking rude! "I know what I know and I know I don't like that nut sack... "
Otis: Fuck you.
Baby: Fuck you!
Captain J.T. Spaulding: Two fucking seconds for the kid, is that gonna kill you?
Otis: Yes, it is going to kill me! I have calculated the time, and two seconds is the exact amount of time that is a hazard to my fucking health.
Baby: What the fuck is your problem? I'm in and out in two seconds!
Captain J.T. Spaulding: You know?
I think I'm gonna get me some tutti fucking fruity.
Baby: Tutti fucking fruity, that sounds good!

Otis: There is no fuckin' ice cream in your fuckin' future.

The Devil’s Rejects (2005) by Rob Zombie