<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:14:21.084-08:00</updated><category term='camelot'/><category term='me'/><category term='tv series'/><category term='packaging'/><category term='accessories'/><category term='movies'/><category term='actors'/><category term='lists'/><category term='scifi'/><category term='short film'/><category term='party'/><category term='wii'/><category term='music'/><category term='stop censorship'/><category term='geek'/><category term='stupid stuff'/><category term='protest'/><category term='anonymous'/><category term='alcohol'/><category term='how i met your mother'/><category term='sex'/><category term='wish list'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='trailer'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='film'/><category term='david anders'/><category term='review'/><category term='mixtape'/><category term='lybia'/><title type='text'>Drunkenbones and Sober Thoughts?</title><subtitle type='html'>random facts on everything you can see on a screen</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-1152895086733063197</id><published>2012-01-24T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T01:39:48.841-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anonymous'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stop censorship'/><title type='text'>We are Anonymous, we are legion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="472" height="240" 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href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-are-anonymous-we-are-legion.html' title='We are Anonymous, we are legion'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QMI7zF0-zYU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-5116606129421654893</id><published>2012-01-23T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T05:10:11.155-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short film'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david anders'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scifi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Archetype | Short Film</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/KB53H3-qOWk" allowfullscreen="" width="319" frameborder="0" height="162"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Archetype (scritto e diretto da &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0801267/"&gt;Aaron Sims&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;RL7 è un robot da combattimento che incomincia ad avere ricordi di  una vita passata da umano, che lo porta a ribellarsi e a combattere i  suoi stessi creatori.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Avevo visto il trailer e ne ero rimasta entusiasta, sapevo già che il  corto sarebbe stato molto…ehm… corto, ma speravo almeno nei soliti 10/12  minuti.&lt;br /&gt;Il concept e design è incredibile, e in quei pochi minuti  iniziali consegna materiale per un film intero. Posso solo sperare che  questa perla di CGI e visual effects arrivi presto sul grande schermo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-5116606129421654893?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5116606129421654893/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=5116606129421654893' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/5116606129421654893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/5116606129421654893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2012/01/archetype-scritto-e-diretto-da-aaron.html' title='Archetype | Short Film'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/KB53H3-qOWk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-858454907105038916</id><published>2011-09-20T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T06:33:45.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how i met your mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>How I Met Your Mother is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFJPeMR1B-I/TniV_JyV9aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Z-j5Qw4zC3Q/s1600/how-i-met-your-mother-7x01_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFJPeMR1B-I/TniV_JyV9aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Z-j5Qw4zC3Q/s320/how-i-met-your-mother-7x01_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654434244355028386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Che bello arrivare in ufficio al lunedi e scoprire che dopo 4 mesi di astinenza, non hai 1 ma 2 puntate di &lt;a href="http://gomiso.com/m/how-i-met-your-mother"&gt;HIMYM&lt;/a&gt; da guardare! La pausa pranzo non arriva mai abbastanza in fretta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;La gang torna più fresca che mai: Marshmallow e Lilypad cercano di tenere nascosta la gravidanza al gruppo per la solita legge dei 3 mesi, ma presto Marshall rinuncia, un po' perchè non può continuare a bere per 2 e un po' perchè il matrimonio a cui partecipano è pieno di bambini. Vi ricordate il matrimonio? Beh non siamo proprio a quello famoso del finale e della premiere della stagione scorsa. Well played Carter Bays! Well played. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Non voglio svelarvi come vengono legati i due matrimoni, ma vi bastano queste due parole: Marshall sbronzo! fantastico! (sarà l'alcool, ma sbaglio o Jason Segel ha perso un po' di chili? sembra in gran forma #CallMe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ma non preoccupatevi, non può finire così il matrimonio (quello importante, intendo). Lily ci ricorda che alla fine tutto dipende dalla chimica, dall'intesa, e quelli di HIMYM ci stanno solo preparando il terreno per il ritorno di Barney &amp;amp; Robin. Almeno spero che sia così, per sicurezza incomcincio a odiare Norah, già da adesso, ok? Ah si, non ve l'avevo detto... ma è tornata Norah #Frak. Ma mi può stare bene per adesso, il ballo di Barney e Robin mi ha fatto troppo felice per lamentarmi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Le due puntate sono abbastanza connesse, quasi come se fossero due parters. Marshall nella 2° puntata sta recuperando dall'hangover della 1°. Barney è ancora alle prese con Norah #grrrrr, Ted sta sempre cercando l'amore della sua vita e ritrova una vecchia conoscenza (nota personale: grazie a dio so già che lei non è la madre, non mi piaceva un granchè!) e Robin è un po' nei dumpsters perchè si è resa conto di amare ancora Barney #GAC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;La presenza di Martin Short mi fa solo rimpiangere i film anni 80, ma almeno fa il gesto di dare il lavoro dei sogni a Marshall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Il montaggio è sempre la parte migliore di HIMYM, era un hint a Bachelorette vero? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Comunque un gran rientro dopo la pausa estiva, thanks CBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Per concludere, vi voglio tutti alle prossime feste pronti per un 'Edward 40 hands'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-858454907105038916?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/858454907105038916/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=858454907105038916' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/858454907105038916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/858454907105038916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/09/how-i-met-your-mother-is-back.html' title='How I Met Your Mother is back!'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MFJPeMR1B-I/TniV_JyV9aI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Z-j5Qw4zC3Q/s72-c/how-i-met-your-mother-7x01_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-2489000355785625274</id><published>2011-09-16T03:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T03:11:50.967-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>Torchwood: Miracle Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88fTcJUhtCA/TnMfs7fkfvI/AAAAAAAAARI/Dx4rVJfEnc4/s1600/Torchwood_miracle_day_poster-thumb-550x825-59508.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88fTcJUhtCA/TnMfs7fkfvI/AAAAAAAAARI/Dx4rVJfEnc4/s320/Torchwood_miracle_day_poster-thumb-550x825-59508.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652896814024916722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: transparent; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;E’ stato strano affrontare la nuova serie di &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b006m8ln"&gt;Torchwood&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E’ stato come tornare a casa per la prima volta dopo aver traslocato, vedi tutti i tuoi mobili lì, ma non è la stessa cosa. Anche se, come tutti i traslochi, pensavo che l’impatto con la nuova ‘dimora’ sarebbe stata più dolorosa, il passaggio da BBC a Starz non è stato così traumatico se avevo qualche dubbio sulla censura americana, alcune scene (impresse ormai a fuoco nella mia mente) mi hanno fatto ricredere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;L’inizio della serie è stato un po’ più lentino di quello che mi potevo aspettare e considerando tutti i botti lanciati nelle prime puntate, come se fossimo a capodanno, è un po’ un controsenso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fino alla fine speravo nel ritorno di &lt;a href="http://tardis.wikia.com/wiki/Ianto_Jones"&gt;Ianto&lt;/a&gt;. Ma come &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Russell_T_Davies"&gt;RTD&lt;/a&gt; aveva giurato, non c’è stato. Non sono mancati i riferimenti all’amante perduto e qualche lacrimuccia è scesa e sentire Jack che cita più volte il Dottore mi ha riempito il cuore di amore geek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Torchwood è finalmente cresciuto, quel bambino che non sapeva da dove prendere e che passava le giornate tra sesso, linguaggio da scaricatore di porto e alieni che sembravano più mostri marini che extraterrestri, è diventato adulto. La cozzaglia che era la 1° stagione è sparita, lasciando il posto ad un thriller fantascientifico con un cuore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non sono mai stata una fan di Gwen Cooper, eppure in questa serie ha dato l’anima, il cuore e un paio di pugni che hanno spaccato il monitor e mi sono arrivati direttamente in faccia. I protagonisti non sono eroi, sono esseri ‘umani’ che tendono a fare le scelte sbagliate, spinti dal proprio ego, mettendo sempre Torchwood davanti a tutto. E un po’ li amiamo anche per questo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dalla scena di Gwen con in braccio il bambino e una pistola in mano, a Jack che abborda il barista e che regala 100 dei suoi sorrisi perfetti. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mi aspettavo qualcosina in più dai personaggi ‘esterni’ alla serie, ma mi accontento volentieri delle puntate Jack-centric.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In breve, non vi racconterò com’è stata tutta la serie, ma vi dirò che è stato un crescendo e le ultime puntate sono state una bomba! Rimango solo perplessa sul punto di arrivo, che diventerà il punto di partenza della prossima serie, che non è stata ancora annunciata.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Un altro immortale? Seri? Ci basta Jack!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non fraintendetemi però, siamo ancora ben lontani dalla serie precedente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; background-color: transparent; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;A quando il ritorno di Jack su Doctor Who!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-2489000355785625274?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2489000355785625274/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=2489000355785625274' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/2489000355785625274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/2489000355785625274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/09/torchwood-miracle-day.html' title='Torchwood: Miracle Day'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-88fTcJUhtCA/TnMfs7fkfvI/AAAAAAAAARI/Dx4rVJfEnc4/s72-c/Torchwood_miracle_day_poster-thumb-550x825-59508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-5737436624972638480</id><published>2011-07-26T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T03:19:04.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film'/><title type='text'>Drive | Red Band Trailer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente è uscito il red band trailer (il tipo che preferisco) per il nuovo film di Ryan Gosling, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0780504/"&gt;DRIVE &lt;/a&gt;. Il film è stato presentato al festival di Cannes e da alcune review sul web, sembra essere uno dei film migliori del 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Il trailer è spettacolare, normalmente non mi attirano film di questo tipo, ma promette bene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E poi non si dice mai di no a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0376716/"&gt;Christina Hendricks &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="429" height="244" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/YrDRdna-Rxg" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Highlights:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- trailer accattivante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Ron 'Hellboy' Perlman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Carey Mulligan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- dopo aver visto 'Lars E Una Ragazza Tutta Sua' mi fido sempre delle scelte di Ryan Gosling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Christina Hendricks... prontoooo!? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-5737436624972638480?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5737436624972638480/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=5737436624972638480' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/5737436624972638480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/5737436624972638480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/07/drive-red-band-trailer.html' title='Drive | Red Band Trailer'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/YrDRdna-Rxg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-2844210999661599896</id><published>2011-05-04T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:23:56.134-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>Song for Ten</title><content type='html'>Ogni tanto la devo ascoltare in loop....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well I woke up today&lt;br /&gt;And the world was a restless place&lt;br /&gt;It could have been that way for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wandered around&lt;br /&gt;And I thought of your face&lt;br /&gt;That Christmas looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish today was just like every other day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause today has been the best day&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I started to walk&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon I will run&lt;br /&gt;And I'll come running back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I followed my star&lt;br /&gt;And that's what you are&lt;br /&gt;I've had a merry time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish today was just like every other day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause today has been the best day&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So have a good life&lt;br /&gt;Do it for me&lt;br /&gt;Make me so proud&lt;br /&gt;Like you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;Where ever you are&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of you oceans apart&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I woke up today and you're on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Our time will never come again&lt;br /&gt;But if you can still dream&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes it will seem&lt;br /&gt;That you can see me now and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish today was just like every other day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause today has been the best day&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish today was just like every other day&lt;br /&gt;'Cause today has been the best day&lt;br /&gt;Everything I ever dreamed &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-2844210999661599896?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2844210999661599896/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=2844210999661599896' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/2844210999661599896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/2844210999661599896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/05/song-for-ten.html' title='Song for Ten'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-3553611022208591243</id><published>2011-04-20T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:28:23.648-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>Being Human USA: morto e non sepolto, purtroppo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LT_ShNJPgXg/Ta76oXSrxpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uj0EZLNUdGQ/s1600/Being-Human-USA.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LT_ShNJPgXg/Ta76oXSrxpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uj0EZLNUdGQ/s320/Being-Human-USA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597686958222198418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Periodo di Hiatus aka 'mi guardo quello che normalmente avrei snobbato e ignorato'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ci sono alcune sorprese, come Justified, e altre delusioni che però continui a guardare proprio perchè non hai nient'altro da guardare, come il remake di &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1595680/"&gt;Being Human&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ho perso già da tempo, la fiducia nel canale Scifi, ehm SyFy, perciò le aspettative erano piuttosto basse. E in più con la versione originale ho ancora qualche scazzo per la sostituzione del vampiro Mitchell dopo il pilot (mi dispiace ma il vampiro in versione dandy hipster mi piaceva di più). E per dirla tutta, come nel cinema, odio i remake, non li tollero, figuriamoci quando la serie Uk viene rifatta USA. Non capisco, non capisco veramente questa necessità di prendere una serie Uk che funziona benissimo e rifarla dopo poco tempo in versione USA. Non sono ancora riuscita ad accettarlo per The Office, figuriamoci per un telefilm che non mi ha mai entusiasmato più di tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Le potenzialità c'erano: il trend di quest'anno è ancora vampiri, un &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0671032/"&gt;Mark Pellegrino&lt;/a&gt; sublime e momenti comici grazie anche a &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0403134/"&gt;Sam Huntington&lt;/a&gt; (lo adoro!), ma fino alla fine non riuscivo a pensare a nient'altro che a 'meh'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;La trama è praticamente identica, persino il copione è stato fotocopiato. Le uniche parti tolte o modificate erano forse le più belle della 1° serie di Being Human Uk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;La cosa che però mi ha fatto proseguire la visione fino al finale di stagione (13 puntate) è stata la presenza di Mark Pellegrino, mi dispiace ancora un sacco che non sia più su Supernatural, la parte del cattivo gli riesce perfettamente. Possiamo riportarlo in vita?! Subito... ok, non urlate SPOILER. Visto quello che sono riusciti a fare i writers, non lo riporteranno mai in vita, purtroppo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Non parlerò nemmeno della delusione di finale che mi sono dovuta sorbire. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sospetto però che questo telefilm possa piacere tanto a chi non ha visto la versione originale.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="text-align: justify;margin-bottom: 0cm; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-3553611022208591243?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3553611022208591243/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=3553611022208591243' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/3553611022208591243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/3553611022208591243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/04/being-human-usa-morto-e-non-sepolto.html' title='Being Human USA: morto e non sepolto, purtroppo'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LT_ShNJPgXg/Ta76oXSrxpI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Uj0EZLNUdGQ/s72-c/Being-Human-USA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-4981388296974920556</id><published>2011-04-13T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T06:01:41.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='actors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>Seth Gabel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IoYA7UzKZs/TaWcyP4QzMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dTc30iKaKw4/s1600/fringe-3x17-stowaway-promo-09.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IoYA7UzKZs/TaWcyP4QzMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dTc30iKaKw4/s320/fringe-3x17-stowaway-promo-09.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595050499147615426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scoprire Jeremy Darling su &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1119644/"&gt;Fringe&lt;/a&gt; è stato meraviglioso, ma scoprire che Our!LincolnLee è pure un po' nerdy...beh... è natale? perchè sembra proprio di vedere le lucine accese e i regali sotto l'albero.&lt;div&gt;Normalmente non mi piacciono i bellaccioni, ma ha veramente talento. L'ho notato la prima volta come Aidan creepy Moore in Nip/Tuck, ma mi sono persa definitivamente quando l'ho visto in &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0960136/"&gt;Dirty Sex Money&lt;/a&gt; (ahhh perchè cancellano queste serie?!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fringe, please... me lo tenete vita natural durante?! thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-4981388296974920556?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4981388296974920556/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=4981388296974920556' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4981388296974920556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4981388296974920556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/04/seth-gabel.html' title='Seth Gabel'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--IoYA7UzKZs/TaWcyP4QzMI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dTc30iKaKw4/s72-c/fringe-3x17-stowaway-promo-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-4472171369825138175</id><published>2011-03-24T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T09:32:39.581-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Torno....subito?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTZv2TABma0/TYtxOayaTzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P_6Ie0aaQ8s/s1600/torno-subito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTZv2TABma0/TYtxOayaTzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P_6Ie0aaQ8s/s400/torno-subito.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587684255206100786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ogni tanto dovrei postare questa immagine. Torno subito. Torno. Forse non subito. Eh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Every once in a while, I should post this image. I'll be back soon. I'll be back. Maybe not so soon. Eh.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-4472171369825138175?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4472171369825138175/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=4472171369825138175' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4472171369825138175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4472171369825138175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/03/tornosubito.html' title='Torno....subito?!'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HTZv2TABma0/TYtxOayaTzI/AAAAAAAAAIA/P_6Ie0aaQ8s/s72-c/torno-subito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-8595460825930575388</id><published>2011-02-28T07:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T08:03:33.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camelot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>Camelot: Ogni lustro ha la sua versione.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=camelotpic.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/camelotpic.jpg" border="0" alt="camelot" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Finalmente ho avuto tempo di guardarmi il pilot di Camelot (trasmesso da Starz).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nonostante la produzione sia di qualità superiore, si rischia di cadere nelle piccole e ovvie trappole tipiche di canali come Starz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non ho seguito molto i promo o le anticipazioni, perchè non volevo partire troppo prevenuta, adoro la leggenda di Re Artù e sono molto critica verso le rappresentazioni cinematrografiche e televisive. Si King Arthur, sto guardando proprio te.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La serie in partenza sembra ispirarsi molto al film Excalibur, ma riesce a prendere, quasi da subito, una propria strada, quasi indipendente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Molti si ritroveranno innamorati all'istante di Morgana, ehm scusate, Morgan, ma è Eva Green, non è il suo mestiere? E' stata messa lì apposta e fa il suo sporco lavoro alla grande. D'ora in poi la voglio come cattiva-preferita-che-vuole-distruggere-il-mondo-solo-perchè-è-rotta-dentro. Ho qualche problema con il suo accento, avrei preferito qualcosa di più british marcato.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Arthur non mi sembrava la scelta più felice, questo ragazzetto biondiccio, famoso per un Twilight (ebbene sì) mi sembrava tutto tranne che l'erede al trono e presto Re leggenda, ma verso la fine della puntata mi ha totalmente conquistato. Diffido sempre di attori di una bellezza scontata e illimitata, ma questo angelico ragazzetto ha del talento. Le scene di sesso mi sono sembrate troppo superflue, però.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nonostante mi venga abbastanza facile amare Merlino in qualsiasi forma, ho fatto fatica all'inizio. Joseph Fiennes ha dato una personalità un po' ambigua al warlock, quasi sofferente. Quasi impaurito dal passato e dal futuro. Non è un uomo che vede oltre ai comuni mortali, non è l'uomo saggio che deve guidare artu nella sua ascesa al trono. L'ho visto come l'uomo che vuole riportare la pace in una 'guerra' a cui ha contribuito anche lui. Vedremo come verrà raccontata la sua storia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;La parte del consigliere saggio, che riporta Artu sempre sulla giusta strada, sembra essere stato lasciato al fratellastro, Kay (quel Kay?!). Mi puzza un po' di morto, ma spero di no! E' il personaggio che mi è piaciuto di più della puntata. Spero che rimanga fino alla fine, come sembra intendere la scelta del nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Per quanto riguarda la scenografia, un 10 ovunque. Il castello in rovina di Camelot, ricoperto da piante arrampicanti mi è piaciuto tantissimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Rimane il fatto che mi viene quasi naturale incominciare a contare i giorni che mancano alla prossima puntata. Vi tengo aggiornati ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Pro:&lt;/span&gt; Arthur, Camelot, Eva Green, tipo sconosciuto che fa Kay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Contro:&lt;/span&gt; Fiennes sta veramente interpretando Merlin?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-8595460825930575388?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8595460825930575388/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=8595460825930575388' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/8595460825930575388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/8595460825930575388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/02/camelot-ogni-lustro-ha-la-sua-versione.html' title='Camelot: Ogni lustro ha la sua versione.'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-6675128573794593598</id><published>2011-02-23T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:13:15.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accessories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcohol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='packaging'/><title type='text'>Bolle e borsetta, godo (Bubbles and purse, orgasm)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lovelypackage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/femme3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 538px; height: 594px;" src="http://lovelypackage.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/02/femme3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;C'è qualcosa di più meraviglioso di una borsetta con dentro una boccia di bolle? Se i colori sono nero e rosso, assolutamente no. Potrebbe diventare un must delle serate sfascio al femminile. Se poi c'è posto anche per le cartine e le sigarette, my friend, abbiamo un accordo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Non oso pensare a quello che costa, visto e considerato che ogni cosa con davanti Vintage, diventa iper cara. Vintage è come la parola Lounge dei primi anni 2000. Puoi vendermi anche una pizza, ma se il tuo locale si chiama Lounge qualcosa, sai già che dovrò pagare il nome e il finto 'vorrei ma non posso' dell'arredamento. Ma qualcuno ha mai capito cosa volesse dire Lounge? Vintage l'ho capito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(ENG)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Is there anything more wonderful than a purse with a bottle of bubbles inside? If the colors are black and red, no. It could become a must of the girls booze night out. If there's even some place for cigarettes and papers, my friend, we have a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Can't imagine how much it costs, since everything with the word Vintage in front of it, becomes uber pricey. Vintage is the word Lounge of the early 2000s. You can sell me even a pizza, but if your restaurant has Lounge in its name, you already know that I'll have to pay the name and the fake 'I want but I can't' of the furniture. Has anybody even understood what Lounge means? Vintage I did.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Source: &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovelypackage.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;lovelypackage&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-6675128573794593598?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6675128573794593598/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=6675128573794593598' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/6675128573794593598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/6675128573794593598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/02/bolle-e-borsetta-godo.html' title='Bolle e borsetta, godo (Bubbles and purse, orgasm)'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-3352410583953187638</id><published>2011-02-22T02:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T02:13:27.577-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lybia'/><title type='text'>Supporto Libya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Libya ha bisogno di tutte le nostre voci!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Libya needs all of our voices!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw8jCw5-17o/TWOLZFUMUPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZwbOv_L6cLI/s1600/libya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw8jCw5-17o/TWOLZFUMUPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZwbOv_L6cLI/s400/libya.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576454026654666994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-3352410583953187638?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3352410583953187638/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=3352410583953187638' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/3352410583953187638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/3352410583953187638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2011/02/supporto-libya.html' title='Supporto Libya'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02700914374644365143</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a2UuH8ljEOI/TWN7YpHCaSI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aj955dBM3mk/s220/titti%2Bkiss%2Bkiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vw8jCw5-17o/TWOLZFUMUPI/AAAAAAAAAGI/ZwbOv_L6cLI/s72-c/libya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-2845139450475266194</id><published>2009-06-01T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T04:17:15.394-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>10 possible reasons why I will not follow you on twitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1) If you're user name has some type of reference to cam, sexy cam, private cam, naughty cam or whatever implies that you want some action on a webcam, I will not follow you, I have already youporn in my bookmarks for that stuff&lt;br /&gt;2) If you're a twitter whore following 3.985 users, with 1.754 updates that all start with RT, I will not follow you, I don't like parrots&lt;br /&gt;3) If your tweets are in some language or, worse, alphabet that I don't know (japanese, cinese, cyrillic, ecc...), I will not follow you. I usually like to understand the tweets that I read and I hate to be reminded of how limited am I not knowing every frakin' language in the whole universe&lt;br /&gt;4) If in your Bio, you claim to be a guru of something, I will not follow you, I wouldn't follow Jesus if he was on twitter&lt;br /&gt;5) If you're a restaurant or a health center or whatever is your business and you're like thousands of miles away, I will not follow you, I don't care if you make a fantastic mushroom cream, or you're giving away a coupon for a free massage, or whatever sale/event/meeting you're having, I don't really need to know, I'm not taking the next plane to use my 20% off thanks to your tweet&lt;br /&gt;6) If you can teach me how to earn money with twitter, I wont follow you, I like being broke&lt;br /&gt;7) If you can help me expand my business, advertise my product or do twitter marketing, I wont follow you, I just don't get it, I'm on twitter because I want to take a break every once in a while from my job, I certainly don't want to mix up work with fun :)&lt;br /&gt;8) If you're a fan club of a team or of a band or of a celebrity that I don't like or don't know about, I will not follow you, why should I mind if the Minnesota twins won the game and will meet the fans afterwards?&lt;br /&gt;9) If your profile picture is you in front of a mirror where I can't see your face, but your breasts, abs and maybe even your calvin klein boxers, I will not follow you, I'll say it again, youporn is still in my bookmarks&lt;br /&gt;10) If you're a celebrity with 1 million followers, that doesn't do anything interesting, artisticly speaking doesn't give anything and probably is famous only because perez hilton wants to, I will not follow you. I don't give a crap if you went to starbucks, or if you'll donate 20k dollars to a good cause if you receive 100 RTs in the next minute, or if the ass of Demi Moore is harder than marble, who cares! I prefer reading about Nathan Fillion's new score on Flight Control, than the pregnancy test of Tila Tequila (FYI I think I'm the only person in this planet that doesn't know the fuck is Tila Tequila) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(ITA)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 possibili motivi per cui potrei non seguirti su Twitter&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) Se il tuo username ha qualche riferimento a cam, sexy cam, cam privata, cam provocante o qualsiasi cosa che sottointende che vuoi un po' di azione su cam, non ti seguirò, per quelle cose ho già youporn tra i miei favoriti&lt;br /&gt;2) Se sei una twitter-puttana che segue 3.985 users, con 1.754 aggiornamenti che iniziano tutti con RT, non ti seguirò, non mi piacciono i pappagalli.&lt;br /&gt;3) Se i tuoi tweets sono in qualche lingua o, peggio, alfabeto che non conosco (giapponese, cinese, cirillico, ecc...), non ti seguirò. Normalmente mi piace capire i tweets che leggo e odio che mi venga ricordato quanto sono limitata visto che non conosco tutte le lingue di questo kakkio di universo&lt;br /&gt;4) Se nella tua Bio, sostieni di essere un guru di qualcosa, non ti seguirò, non seguirei Gesù se fosse su twitter&lt;br /&gt;5) Se sei un ristorante o centro benessere o qualsiasi altra cosa che sia la tua attività e sei mille miglia lontano, non ti seguirò, non mi interessa se fai una crema di funghi meravigliosa o se stai distribuendo buoni per un massaggio gratis o qualsiasi sia l'offerta/evento/incontro che stai organizzando, non mi serve saperlo, non prenderò il prossimo aereo per poter usufruire dello sconto del 20% grazie al tuo tweet&lt;br /&gt;6) Se mi puoi insegnare come guadagnare soldi con twitter, non ti seguirò, mi piace essere al verde&lt;br /&gt;7) Se puoi aiutarmi ad ampliare la mia clientela, promuovere il mio prodotto o fare del twitter marketing, non ti seguirò, non lo capisco, sono su twitter perchè voglio prendermi una pausa ogni tanto dal lavoro, non voglio assolutamente mischiare lavoro con piacere :)&lt;br /&gt;8) Se sei il fan club di una squadra o di un gruppo o di una celebrità che non mi piace o di cui non so niente, non ti seguirò, perchè mi dovrebbe importare se i Minnesota Twins hanno vinto la partita e dopo incontreranno i fans?&lt;br /&gt;9) Se la foto del tuo profilo è una foto di te davanti ad uno specchio dove non si vede la tua faccia, ma le tette, addominali o magari anche i tuoi boxer di calvin klein, non ti seguirò, ripeto, youporn è ancora tra i miei preferiti&lt;br /&gt;10) Se sei una celebrità con 1 milione di followers, che non fa niente di interessante, artisticamente non da niente e probabilmente sei famoso solo perchè lo vuole perez hilton, non ti seguirò. Non me ne frega una ceppa se sei andato da Starbucks o se donerai 20k dollari ad una giusta causa se riceverai 100 RT entro il prossimo minuto o se il sedere di Demi Moore è più duro del marmo, chi se ne frega! Preferisco leggere del nuovo punteggio di Flight Control di Nathan Fillion, piuttosto che del test di gravidanza di Tila Tequila (FYI penso di essere l'unica persona sul pianeta che non sa chi sia Tila Tequila) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-2845139450475266194?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/2845139450475266194/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=2845139450475266194' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/2845139450475266194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/2845139450475266194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/06/10-possible-reasons-why-i-will-not.html' title='10 possible reasons why I will not follow you on twitter'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-1682594483737742752</id><published>2009-05-21T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:36:14.715-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>Dollhouse: brilliant article!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The same thoughts that I have about Dollhouse:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blastmagazine.com/the-magazine/entertainment/2009/05/nine-reasons-why-dollhouse-season-2-is-a-good-thing/"&gt;Nine reasons why Dollhouse season 2 is a good thing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blastmagazine.com/the-magazine/entertainment/2009/05/nine-reasons-why-dollhouse-season-2-is-a-good-thing/"&gt;By Kellen Rice (source: blastmagazine.com)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-1682594483737742752?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1682594483737742752/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=1682594483737742752' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/1682594483737742752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/1682594483737742752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/05/dollhouse-brilliant-article.html' title='Dollhouse: brilliant article!'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-6255480523480045405</id><published>2009-05-21T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:32:05.275-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='geek'/><title type='text'>Fox is a heartless bastard...but we already knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Source: &lt;a href="http://hijinksensue.com/"&gt;http://hijinksensue.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice web-geek-comic about the decision of Fox to cancel The Sarah Connor Chronicles and renew Dollhouse. Why couldn't they keep both? every year the same story...but I'm happy for Dollhouse YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=2009-05-20-scifis-choice.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/2009-05-20-scifis-choice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-6255480523480045405?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6255480523480045405/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=6255480523480045405' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/6255480523480045405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/6255480523480045405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/05/fox-is-heartless-bastardbut-we-already.html' title='Fox is a heartless bastard...but we already knew'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-5176655446168674809</id><published>2009-05-20T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:34:15.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Sometimes I just consume time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been almost a month since my last entry. It's the same story, lots of thoughts that I wanna write about but then I just consume time, I don't waste it...it's that the free time I have and want to dedicate it to blogging is the time that I want to do something else, not better, just something else.&lt;br /&gt;Here a few things that happend this month of blog-silence:&lt;br /&gt;- I had to organize surprise party for one of my best friends for her 30th bday. The party was a blast, it was a fake wedding, the wedding that she always wanted and that her boyfriend will never give her (as he says too often). So I spent some weeks on white dress, flowers, invitations, musice, ecc...now I am sure that I will NEVER EVER want to get married :)&lt;br /&gt;- I went to Barcelona for a long weekend. Awesome! Loved it! I want to live there for the rest of my life! I want to drink sangria in the Parc Guell and live near the rambla&lt;br /&gt;- I got some tan...it was time! I love the beach&lt;br /&gt;- I've got back my drivers license ... hurray! now it's time for my blood exams so I can't drink for a month...bleah&lt;br /&gt;- I've seen all the seasons finales of my tv series without even knowing...what will I watch now?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;all of this seems so awesome, but everything fell apart yesterday, when I went to the funeral of a great friend, "life teacher" and a great boss to have...the office is full of sadness and grief...we all miss him very much. But I think that the best way to honor him is to be full of joy for life like he was. He always had a smile and a joke ready to lighten up all our worries.&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while life reminds me of what a bitch she is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-5176655446168674809?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5176655446168674809/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=5176655446168674809' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/5176655446168674809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/5176655446168674809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-i-just-consume-time.html' title='Sometimes I just consume time'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-1617309208753153979</id><published>2009-04-24T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T05:19:18.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>Castle (ABC)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=castle-cast.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/castle-cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/castle/show/75394/summary.html"&gt;Castle&lt;/a&gt; is a comedy drama that airs on ABC on monday nights. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0277213/"&gt;Nathan Fillion&lt;/a&gt; stars as Richard 'Rick' Castle, a famous mistery-crime novelist who is contacted by the detective Kate Beckett (&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1065664/"&gt;Stana Katic&lt;/a&gt;, Hana Gitelman of Heroes) of NYPD tho help solve a murder based on one of his novels. Castle, stuck on writers block after killing one of his famous characters and with a life overwhelmed by success, women and money that doesn't leave space for inspiration, decides to follow the investigations of Detective Beckett using her as muse for his new character. The two characters start to work together with comedy and romantic tension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't start watching a new police drama series, because I always end up annoyed and going back to CSI New York. I'm a tv junkie but so dull, I don't like changes, especially in police dramas. But this time I was drawn by the presence of Nathan Fillion, one of my favs of all time (yes, I am a Whedonholic). And I can tell you with pleasure, that I loved the pilot and loved every single episode aired 'til now. It's not about the crimes (they're are so predictable), it's not about the suspence (there's none), it's not about the original plot (I think that it's the most used plot in history), it's all about the chemestry. Yes, that's right. The chemestry. Between Castle and Beckett, between Castle and his daughter, between the cops and Castle. Here is the proof that good casting exists and that it can keep a show at a superior level even if the story isn't anything special. Most of the job is done by the adorable and funny as hell Fillion, the writers did the best they could to abuse of his talent to amuse people with his looks and sense of humour. When they wrote Castle they only had him in mind, it's so obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cast:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hurray for good casting!! all parts are written with a very distinctive personality and the all connect wonderfully toghether, you don't need many ideas when you've got this chemistry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why watch it:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;giggles! giggles! giggles!...oh...and handsome genius of Nathan Fillion (I would watch even a infomercial if he was in it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alexis: How come we never had a nanny?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Castle: Well, your mother and I decided if someone was going to screw you up, we wanted it to be me. Only, you managed to turn out fine somehow anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-1617309208753153979?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1617309208753153979/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=1617309208753153979' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/1617309208753153979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/1617309208753153979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/04/castle-abc.html' title='Castle (ABC)'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-7281183633237368479</id><published>2009-04-18T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:47:22.771-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>5 rules about theme parties</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;always pick a theme were you can enjoy dressing up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never ever risk running out of booze&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;plan everything: make a 'to do' list, a 'shopping' list, a 'music' list... make lists!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;prepare a flyer to send as invitation&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;charge the batteries of your camera, you want a lot a photos, right? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;These are the most important rules for a theme party!!! Write them down :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(ITA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;scegliete sempre un tema che vi invogli a travestirvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;non rischiate mai di finire gli alcolici&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;pianificate tutto: fate una lista di cose da fare, di spesa da fare, di musica....fate liste!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;preparate un flyer da mandare come invito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;caricate le batterie della vostra fotocamera, volete molete foto, giusto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Queste sono le regole più importanti per una festa a tema!!! scrivetevele :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-7281183633237368479?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7281183633237368479/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=7281183633237368479' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/7281183633237368479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/7281183633237368479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-rules-about-theme-parties.html' title='5 rules about theme parties'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-6650822750165862710</id><published>2009-04-17T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:46:34.816-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>500 Days Of Summer Trailer</title><content type='html'>Just saw this trailer and I think I'm in love with it.&lt;br /&gt;It's so awesome how she says that she loves the Smiths and he looks at her with such surprise and heart shaped eyes, I think he could be me. I always get a crush on someone because of the music :). And when they are in bed he has a Joy Division Tshirt...wait....he is me!&lt;br /&gt;Summer: 'We've been like Sid and Nancy for months now'&lt;br /&gt;Tom: 'We'va had some disagreements but how you think I'm Sid Vicious'&lt;br /&gt;Summer: 'Nooo, I'm Sid'&lt;br /&gt;Tom: 'Oh, so I'm Nancy...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ITA)&lt;br /&gt;Ho appena visto questo trailer e penso di essermene innamorata.&lt;br /&gt;E' meraviglioso quando lei gli dice che le piacciono gli Smiths e come lui la guarda con sorpresa e gli occhi a cuoricino, penso che io potrei essere lui. Prendo sempre una cotta per qualcuno per colpa della musica :). E quando sono nel letto lui ha una maglia dei Joy Division...aspetta...io sono lui!&lt;br /&gt;Summer: 'Negli ultimi mesi siamo stati come Sid e Nancy'&lt;br /&gt;Tom: 'Abbiamo avuto alcune incomprensioni, ma come puoi dire che sono Sid Vicious'&lt;br /&gt;Summer: 'Nooo, io sono Sid'&lt;br /&gt;Tom: 'Oh, allora io sono Nancy...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PsD0NpFSADM&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="410" height="260" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-6650822750165862710?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6650822750165862710/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=6650822750165862710' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/6650822750165862710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/6650822750165862710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/04/500-days-of-summer-trailer.html' title='500 Days Of Summer Trailer'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-7678438017127018254</id><published>2009-04-16T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:37:13.947-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid stuff'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scifiwire.com/2009/04/force-is-strong-with-the.php"&gt;From Si Fi Wire&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eight police officers serving with Scotland's largest force listed their official religion as Jedi in voluntary diversity forms, the BBC reported.&lt;br /&gt;Strathclyde Police said the officers and two of its civilian staff claimed to follow the "faith," as depicted in Star Wars. The details were obtained in a Freedom of Information request by Jane's Police Review. Strathclyde was the only force in the United Kingdom to admit it had Jedi officers.&lt;br /&gt;About 390,000 people listed their religion as Jedi in the 2001 Census for England and Wales. In Scotland the figure was a reported 14,000. The Office for National Statistics did not recognize it as a separate category, and incorporated followers of Jedi with the atheists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'These are not the parking spaces you're looking for'&lt;br /&gt;LOL and they weren't even drunk!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;(ITA)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dal Sito Sci Fi Wire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8 poliziotti scozzesi hanno indicato come religione ufficiale Jedi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La polizia ha dichiarato che gli agenti e 2 componenti del loro staff di civili, hanno dichiarato di seguire questa fede, come indicato da Guerre Stellari.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Strathclyde è stato l'unico dipartimento ad ammettere di avere agenti Jedi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Circa 390.000 persone hanno indicato Jedi come religione nel censimento del 2001 in Inghilterra. In Scozia sono 14.000. L'ufficio delle Statistiche Nazionali non l'ha riconosciuta come una categoria separata e gli ha incorporati nella sezione atei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Questi non sono i parcheggi che state cercando'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lol e non erano nemmeno ubriachi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-7678438017127018254?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7678438017127018254/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=7678438017127018254' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/7678438017127018254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/7678438017127018254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-si-fi-wire-eight-police-officers.html' title=''/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-8960007166404487427</id><published>2009-04-16T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T03:52:30.382-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>A Bloody Poem</title><content type='html'>- Spike &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/Angel/Not+Fade+Away/episode/276679/summary.html"&gt;From "Angel" Episode 5x22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,&lt;br /&gt;Midnight descends in raven-colored clothes,&lt;br /&gt;But soft...Behold!&lt;br /&gt;A sunlight beam,&lt;br /&gt;Cutting a swath of glimmering gleam.&lt;br /&gt;My heart expands,&lt;br /&gt;'Tis grown a bulge in it,&lt;br /&gt;Inspired by your beauty... effulgent."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;La mia anima è avvolta in un severo riposo&lt;br /&gt;La mezzanotte cala di colori scuri vestita&lt;br /&gt;Ma leggera...Guarda!&lt;br /&gt;Un raggio di sole.&lt;br /&gt;Incidendo una falciata di uno spiraglio luminoso&lt;br /&gt;Il mio cuore si espande,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro è cresciuto un rigonfiamento&lt;br /&gt;Ispirato dalla tua bellezza...risplendente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-8960007166404487427?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/8960007166404487427/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=8960007166404487427' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/8960007166404487427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/8960007166404487427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/04/bloody-poem.html' title='A Bloody Poem'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-622003044382528856</id><published>2009-04-14T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T10:58:27.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Moon trailer</title><content type='html'>It looks awesome! Love Sam Rockwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="260" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2QKCsM62AY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d2QKCsM62AY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="260"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-622003044382528856?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/622003044382528856/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=622003044382528856' title='1 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/622003044382528856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/622003044382528856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/04/moon-trailer.html' title='Moon trailer'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-4968317589266805159</id><published>2009-01-29T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:16:27.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid stuff'/><title type='text'>Addestramento stormtrooper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mi piacciono gli spoof di star wars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmOT-cX7MsM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bmOT-cX7MsM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-4968317589266805159?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4968317589266805159/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=4968317589266805159' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4968317589266805159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4968317589266805159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/01/addestramento-stormtrooper.html' title='Addestramento stormtrooper'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-9082879966998510898</id><published>2009-01-28T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T02:28:34.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Posso rompere anch'io??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.repubblica.it/2009/01/sezioni/esteri/benedetto-xvi-29/rabbinato-vaticano/rabbinato-vaticano.html"&gt;Il rabbinato di Israele rompe i rapporti col vaticano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso rompere anch'io i rapporti?? Non che io sia mai stata propensa ad un dialogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da &lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/shark/show/58080/summary.html?q=shark&amp;amp;tag=search_results;title;1"&gt;Shark&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Io non credo in dio e lui per questo ce l'ha con me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-9082879966998510898?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/9082879966998510898/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=9082879966998510898' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/9082879966998510898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/9082879966998510898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/01/posso-rompere-anchio.html' title='Posso rompere anch&apos;io??'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-6879845243989863589</id><published>2009-01-22T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:36:33.311-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid stuff'/><title type='text'>Amore di mamma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Negli ultimi giorni tra i vari google news, continui link popup, mi sono ritrovata bombardata dalla notizia che mamma Love vorrebbe organizzare il primo appuntamento e relativa perdita di verginita' della sua piccola Frances Bean con niente di meno del ns vampiro non tanto preferito Robert Pattinson. Beata Frances!? Non tanto per la scelta, perche' a detta della mamma  Frances Fagiolo sarebbe ossessionata dall'attore brittanico, ma quanto l'impegno per la riuscita di questo diabolico piano da parte di agenti pubblicitari, giornali, siti di gossip. Non che me ne importi molto, ma penso un po' a Kurt Cobain, a come avrebbe reagito a questa notizia (ma sicuramente negli ultimi anni Courtney Love l'avrebbe abituato a paura e disgusto nel mondo patinato) e penso un po' a mia mamma che tutto questo impegno non l'aveva avuto neanche per impedirmi di perdere la verginita'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Un minuto di silenzio per cancellare la visione di 'Frances Bean horny teenager' e riportare alla memoria l'unico modo in cui vorrei ricordarmi della famiglia Cobain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1_413459946l.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/1_413459946l.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-6879845243989863589?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/6879845243989863589/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=6879845243989863589' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/6879845243989863589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/6879845243989863589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/01/amore-di-mamma.html' title='Amore di mamma'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-5974209310356118924</id><published>2009-01-21T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:12:51.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv series'/><title type='text'>Veronica Mars... in arrivo il film???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Finalmente Rob Thomas ha un po' di tempo per lavorare alla sceneggiatura del film della serie &lt;a href="http://it.wikipedia.org/wiki/Veronica_Mars"&gt;Veronica Mars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Grande notizia per gli appassionati di serie tv intelligenti, nessun offesa per i gossip girl e 90210 fans (anzi...offendetevi).&lt;br /&gt;La storia dovrebbe essere ambientata negli ultimi giorni di college di VM, sicuramente meglio dell'idea iniziale di Veronica in versione agente FBI. Speriamo bene!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/watch_with_kristin/b79975_veronica_mars_movie_finally_in_works.html"&gt;Notizia pubblicata da Kristin E!Online&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeppers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-5974209310356118924?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/5974209310356118924/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=5974209310356118924' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/5974209310356118924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/5974209310356118924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/01/veronica-mars-in-arrivo-il-film.html' title='Veronica Mars... in arrivo il film???'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-3753680881925624745</id><published>2009-01-20T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T23:56:11.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wish list'/><title type='text'>Tenori-on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Little Boots ormai me l'ha messo in testa...lo voglio!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perchè le cose piene di lucine e rumorini sincronizzati mi fanno questo effetto??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=postertenorion-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/postertenorion-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Little Boots mentre lo usa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6tLRCDqJ2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N6tLRCDqJ2c&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-3753680881925624745?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/3753680881925624745/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=3753680881925624745' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/3753680881925624745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/3753680881925624745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2009/01/tenori-on.html' title='Tenori-on'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-831238681836450773</id><published>2008-12-08T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T01:13:35.870-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Film basato sul meraviglioso graphic novel di Alan Moore. Assolutamente da leggere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Roscharch: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world will look up and shout "Save us!"... And I'll whisper "No."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="405" height="254"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="405" height="254"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-831238681836450773?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-1588413858065462054</id><published>2008-12-08T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:35:51.524-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>10 regole per un wii party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;1) Tanta birra fresca in frigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;2) Molto spazio a disposizione &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;3) Avere almeno un giocatore libero a partita, tornera' utile tenerlo occupato con altre attivita'&lt;br /&gt;4) Qualcosa con cui tonere occupato il giocatore libero :)&lt;br /&gt;5) Avere un pomeriggio lungo a disposizione&lt;br /&gt;6) Musica di sottofondo&lt;br /&gt;7) Stuzzichini prevalentemente dolci, a volte il livello degli zuccheri si abbassa troppo!&lt;br /&gt;8) Pause ripiglio rinfrescanti, specialmente dopo un torneo di boxe&lt;br /&gt;9) Maglietta di ricambio&lt;br /&gt;10) Tifo spietato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-1588413858065462054?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/1588413858065462054/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=1588413858065462054' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/1588413858065462054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/1588413858065462054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2008/12/10-regole-per-un-wii-party.html' title='10 regole per un wii party'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-7916726312841867060</id><published>2008-12-01T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:18:30.098-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mixtape'/><title type='text'>Mixtape: Cover me first</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ecco la mia improbabile track list per un mixtape di covers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Seu Jorge - Life On Mars (David Bowie)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Run DMC - Walk This Way (Aerosmith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Madness - It Must Be Love (Labi Siffre)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Cake - I Will Survive (Gloria Gaynor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jesus And Mary Chain - Surfin' U.S.A. (The Beach Boys)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joey Ramone - What A Wonderful World (Louis Armstrong)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Faith No More - Easy (The Commodores)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah (Leonard Cohen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Johnny Cash - Hurt (Nine Inch Nails)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Marilyn Manson - Sweet Dreams (Eurythmics)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The Beatles - Twist And Shout (Top Notes/The Isley Borthers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nouvelle Vague - Love Will Tear us Apart (Joy Division)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paul Anka - Smells Like Teen Spirit (Nirvana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soft Cell - Tainted Love (Gloria Jones)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Travis - Baby One More Time (Britney Spears)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TRAVIS.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/TRAVIS.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=SOFTCELL.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/SOFTCELL.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=PaulAnka.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/PaulAnka.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NouvelleVagueCover2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/NouvelleVagueCover2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Johnny_Cash_titolo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/Johnny_Cash_titolo.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Jeff-Buckley-Hallelujah-400186.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/Jeff-Buckley-Hallelujah-400186.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-7916726312841867060?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7916726312841867060/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=7916726312841867060' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/7916726312841867060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/7916726312841867060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2008/12/mixtape-cover-me-first.html' title='Mixtape: Cover me first'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-4808929596512469247</id><published>2008-11-27T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:41:21.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Film: Twilight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Twilight.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/Twilight.jpg" alt="twilight" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Twilight, avrei preferito andare a letto 2 ore prima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Le aspettative erano veramente basse, eppure sono senza parole. Non so da dove incominciare, se dal fatto che vorrei vedere la regista servire ai tavoli e lontana da una telecamera,anche se di sicurezza, alla sceneggiatrice a cui vorrei ricordare come si mette insieme una trama e a come si deve portare avanti, agli attori totalmente persi e incapaci di sostenere 2 ore di piattezza, ma sfido qualunque talento da oscar ad affrontare un impresa impossibile come questa, alla colonna sonora ignobile. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sono la prima ad ammettere che Twilight, nonostante le tematiche, non fosse facile da trasformare in film. Il libro nonostante si riesca a leggere tutto d'un fiato, ha tempi lunghi, quasi sofferti, tipici del primo amore adolescenziale. Di azione non ce n'è, ma contrariamente a quello che si possa pensare, i romanzi migliori del genere "vampiri" non sono d'azione, non c'è lotta contro il mostro, gli orrori lasciano il posto al fascino che creano le creature della notte, nonostante stiano succhiando il sangue a qualche vittima, quasi sempre innocente. Ed è così che mi sento, vittima di 2 ore di tedio completo, ma non innocente, me lo aspettavo! Lo sapevo! Perciò colpa mia, lo ammetto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ma nella peggiore delle mie previsioni non avrei mai potuto immaginare un film, così inespressivo, inconcludente in ogni scena, senza filo logico. Se un film si basa su un romanzo, chiunque non l'abbia letto, guardando il film, dovrebbe almeno cogliere le tappe più importanti della storia, cosa che però non accade in Twilight. se non avete letto il libro, incredibilmente, il film risulta peggiore di quello che appare ad un lettore della Saga. Non c'è il passaggio tra il tormento del vampiro alla presa coscienza del amore tra i protagonisti, mancano le situazioni che mi hanno fatto amare il libro, non c'è il posto segreto di Edward, i coprotagonisti sono totalmente inesistenti, non ci sono i primi approcci tra Bella ed Edward, Alice e Bella non diventano amiche, Jasper poteva essere tappezzeria che nessuno se ne accorgeva. E poi....non si sono mai confessati il loro amore reciproco...possibile?? La trama si sofferma su alcuni punti inutili che hanno occupato secondi preziosi, tolti allo sviluppo serio del loro rapporto. Ma come?? L'incontro iniziale sembra più un problema di igiene di Bella, piuttosto che Edward che trova la propria cantante (non preoccupatevi, se non avete letto il libro non potete capire i miei riferimenti) e poi poco dopo lui è innamorato...oddio cos'è successo...ho scaricato una versione fallata del film? è inutile, quei 20 minuti buoni per rendere il fim interessante non ci sono. Sembra un documentario sullo stato di washington, piuttosto che Twilight. Vabbè, discorso chiuso, non ci voglio più tornare sopra, magari mi riguarderò il film in dvd per vedere se effettivamente faceva schifo o se era il colore slavato della versione CAM che ho scaricato :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ultima considerazione, è possibile che la colonna sonora siano 10 canzoni e basta? Metà del film è senza musica strumentale di sottofondo, orribile! Non si può pretendere di fare una scena di due innamorati che si fissano negli occhi e l'unica cosa che si sente è il fruscio delle foglie, niente archi, niente sinfonia, quanto mi è mancato Danny Elfman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Unica nota positiva, Edward non è il peggiore, anzi, ma lavorare in quelle condizioni è difficile, lui che suona il pianoforte per Bella, mi ha fatto superare la prima metà del film. La scena di Bella che va nel bosco e viene seguita da Edward è l'unica degna di nota. La regista probabilmente era a casa con l'influenza ed era stata momentaneamente sostituita da un assistente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mi vengono in mente tante altre cose da dire, ma più ci penso e più mi viene il nervoso. Rileggerò il libro per togliermi il ricordo di questa infelice visione.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mi chiedo come Stephanie Meyer abbia potuto accettare un prodotto del genere. Scommetto che è una di quelle persone che è andata al cinema a vedere Titanic almeno 10 volte di fila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motivo per rivederlo:&lt;/span&gt; perchè spero ancora di aver scaricato un fake e non il film vero :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Con chi guardarlo:&lt;/span&gt; di sicuro non con un uomo, potrebbe non chiamarti più. E se sei un uomo, beh bella prova d'amore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Momento popcorn:&lt;/span&gt; Bella fa cadere una mela ed Edward la raccoglie tenendola in mano come la copertina del libro, bel riferimento, ma è l'unica cosa che ha a che fare con il romanzo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensiero durante i titoli di coda:&lt;/span&gt; non vale neanche gli 800MB del mio hard disk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-4808929596512469247?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4808929596512469247/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=4808929596512469247' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4808929596512469247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4808929596512469247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2008/11/film-twilight.html' title='Film: Twilight'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-4671888623243033306</id><published>2008-11-25T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T23:47:57.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>Recensione: The Rapture - Tapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=1226967725_rapturelp.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="rapture" src="http://i209.photobucket.com/albums/bb273/titties2010/1226967725_rapturelp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;/span&gt;The Rapture&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;/span&gt;Tapes&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anno: &lt;/span&gt;2008&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God save the mixtape!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Non potrei amare di più i newyorkesi The Rapture. Quando ormai sembravano aver detto tutto ciò che dovevano, mi stupiscono con questo piccolo gioiellino che mi porta indietro nel tempo a quando i mixtape si compravano. L'intro sembra provenire da una pellicola tutta baffi e distintivo degli anni 70, ma l'attacco con Ghostface Killa ci sbatte sul linoleum finto anni 80, dove ci viene naturale molleggiarci in qualche improbabile passo. L'unico funky accettabile lo proiettano ad altissimi livelli, mantenendo il suono caldo e un po' freak delle origini. I pezzi sono conosciutissimi, niente di nuovo, eppure mi sembra di avere in mano qualcosa di sconosciuto. La prima parte del album è puro funky che ti fa zompettare su quel dancefloor illuminato del arlecchino, ogni passaggio è di quel tecnicamente perfetto che puoi ottenere solo con technics d'annata. Ogni tanto i ns dj ci riportano alla realtà con qualche pezzo stra abusato che però ci piace sempre, vedi i campionamenti moderni, anche se ormai siamo un po' stufi.&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso di averli ormai inquadrati, si rendono imprevedibili con il pezzo "I'm An Indian Too". Ammetto che al primo ascolto, ho arricciato il naso e passato oltre, adesso non ne posso fare a meno, lo fischietto e lo sculetto...forse sarà per "Disco Circus" che lo segue?&lt;br /&gt;Quando ormai siamo persi in discoballs, dancefloors illuminati e paiettes, questi folli ci trascinano in un qualche club di house anni 90. Nonostante i mixtape mi piacciono monotematici, non posso fare a meno di apprezzare l'azzardo e aspettarmi un rilancio da parte del gruppo. Sicuramente le tracce house saranno quelle più difficili da assimilare, ma per fortuna i ns eroi hanno come unico scopo deliziarci e farci ballare, da bravi dj, e allora si intromettono nel momento giusto con campionamenti e instrumentals azzeccati. Come unire il miglior rock club con il ministry of sound. Scommettono molto pesante con il passaggio tra "Why not?!" di Alter Ego e "Get Get Down" di Paul Johnson, si proprio lui, non ho sbagliato. Ma vincono anche qui, ormai mi sono arresa al lato oscuro della forza, Ibiza rules!&lt;br /&gt;Il finale risulta mediocre rispetto alle sorprese sentite prima, forse anche loro erano stanchi dei giochi, il pezzettone afro non ci dice niente, ma d'altronde l'unica cosa che voglio fare e un bel rewind...ehm clickare sulle tracce precedenti.&lt;br /&gt;Indubbiamente l'album è come le montagne russe, arrivi in alto non troppo lentamente e dopo un paio di evoluzioni incredibili scendi velocemente. Ma tutto sommato il prodotto è di ottima qualità, va premiata l'idea del mixtape e della scelta molto originale di pezzi che ormai avevamo archiviato perchè troppo scontati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cosa mi ricorda: &lt;/span&gt;l'arlecchino del venerdi sera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Dove, come e quando ascoltarlo: &lt;/span&gt;aperitivo serale in casa se vuoi che degeneri, da abbinare a drinks a base di tanquery e stupefacenti a portata di mano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;A chi regalarlo: &lt;/span&gt;a qualsiasi breaker nostalgico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Da evitare: &lt;/span&gt;ascoltarlo quando volete qualcosa di sottofondo...non funziona! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-4671888623243033306?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/4671888623243033306/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=4671888623243033306' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4671888623243033306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/4671888623243033306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2008/11/artist-rapture-album-tapes-anno-2008.html' title='Recensione: The Rapture - Tapes'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2924184485694700329.post-7453806285170883544</id><published>2008-11-25T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T01:35:03.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>50 motivi per fare sesso senza amore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Oggi mentre guardavo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tv.com/how-i-met-your-mother/show/33700/summary.html?q=how%20i%20met%20your%20mother&amp;amp;tag=search_results;title;1"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;How I Met Your Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, ho pensato che sarebbe stato interessante fare una lista di 50 motivi validi per fare sesso come ha fatto Lily. Eccovi la mia personalissima lista. L'elenco è totalmente random, non saprei quale sia il miglior motivo o quale il peggiore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1) sesso riappacificatore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2) sesso con il tuo ex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3) non hai niente da fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;4) è un posto dove non l'hai mai fatto ma ti piacerebbe farlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;5) è il migliore amico del tuo sogno erotico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;6) non hai nessun altro a disposizione ma devi assolutamente fare sesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;7) una giornata di merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;8) relax&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;9) provare una nuova posizione e/o giochetto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;10) migliorare l'autostima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;11) pausa pranzo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;12) capodanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;13) la tua amica si fa il suo amico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;14) è da almeno 2 settimane che non lo fai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;15) ti sei eccitato per un altro motivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;16) ripicca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;17) per amicizia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;18) se lo merita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;19) era il tuo sogno erotico e/o amore della tua vita da monella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;20) misure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;21) bello come il sole e non sai come mai stasera ti voglia, perciò gliela devi dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;22) tempo brutto (pioggia, grigio, freddo...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;23) fresca di depilazione&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;24) nuovo accessorio intimo e/o lingerie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;25) il tuo compleanno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;26) in vacanza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;27) appena scaricata, ripiego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;28) per evitare di uscire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;29) quando sei dalla parte del torto e non vuoi ammetterlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;30) scopo chiamata notturna di desiderio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;31) consolazione, per tirare su il morale a qualcuno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;32) lo vuoi smollare, ma non sai come mandarlo a casa presto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;33) dimostrargli cosa si perde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;34) è straniero e bello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;35) vuoi dimostrargli che non sei una suora e non te la tiri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;36) per festeggiare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;37) sei sbronza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;38) ti fa un complimento su qualcosa che solo lui ha notato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;39) tuo ex compagno di scuola o collega che è diventato figo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;40) è un triciclo e/o ammucchiata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;41) scommessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;42) hai bisogno di calore umano e lui risponderà sicuramente alla tua chiamata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;43) adrenalina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;44) è uno di quelli a cui non puoi non dargliela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;45) sei al mare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;46) finalmente hai la casa tutta per te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;47) non riesci ad addormentarti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;48) inaugurazione (casa, macchina, letto, ecc...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;49) perchè devi chiedere scusa, per perdono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;50) su consiglio di un'amica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-7453806285170883544?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/7453806285170883544/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=7453806285170883544' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='me'/><title type='text'>ossa ubriache e pensieri sobri</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Il primo post non si scorda mai...questo mi ricorda qualcosa... ma non torno indietro, non amo ripercorrere il passato o rivalutarlo. Non che non sia piacevole o divertente, è che il fresh start da molte più possibilità, preferisco cadere avanti che all'indietro, so cosa mi aspetta, so come devo muovermi, non so mai cosa mi aspetta dietro anche se fino ad un secondo prima ho visto cosa c'era...il pavimento e basta. Questo blog non vuole essere una cosa seria o impegnativa, solo un modo per condividere le mie opinioni sulla musica, il cinema, i miei passatempi preferiti. Con il tempo mi piacerebbere creare un angolo dove chiunque possa farsi un'idea di un disco che ho ascoltato, un film che ho guardato o qualcosa che per un momento mi ha fatto riflettere, che sia il tappo nuovo della levissima da mezzo litro che non riesco ancora ad aprire o che sia sulla vita, l'universo e tutto quanto. Mi piace avere opinioni e mi piace farle sapere anche se non condivise o terribilmente scontate e noiose, ma io amo le cose noiose....e chi non le ama?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2924184485694700329-851829891799842315?l=drunkenbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/feeds/851829891799842315/comments/default' title='Commenti sul post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2924184485694700329&amp;postID=851829891799842315' title='0 Commenti'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/851829891799842315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2924184485694700329/posts/default/851829891799842315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://drunkenbones.blogspot.com/2008/11/ossa-ubriache-e-pensieri-sobri.html' title='ossa ubriache e pensieri sobri'/><author><name>drunkenbones</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DRF4Y3Za0No/SeRA7euCVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/T4agN5bmpRY/S220/tittiesyou.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
