Thursday, July 29, 2010

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Yesterday I had to do with two things in quick succession that turned out to be, simply put, bullshit.


The film The Box

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The Guin Saga The Seven Magi Ronin Manga of

TOTAL SPOILER


Film The Box

70s. Christmas. American middle class family. American middle-class house (house with garden, giant Christmas tree, upholstered chairs and doilies everywhere, always on TV on the sitcom laugh dall'idiozia registered and absolute).

Father: I think about 35 years, looking a bit 'boyish man not beautiful but interesting perhaps. Worked at NASA, has always dreamed of going to Mars to find out if there are new forms of life. Good relationship with colleagues, caring for his wife (prepares an orthotic for his foot maimed as a Christmas present), teases and teases a bit 'but eventually follows what she says, adored by his son, with whom shares leisure hours in a cellar full of pseudo-objects collected by him. Lead to some 'child, the more' reckless action that led to the weighted reflection.

Mother: beautiful, very stylish in their care person with dignity in everything she does, a professor of philosophy (or literature) in high school, has a crippled foot that hurts a lot and you shame, but that does not hesitate to show the class when a student rather than the mental shift causes accusing her of being afraid. With his son relationship so strong but not authoritarian, and e 'closely linked. Loves her husband and esteem, but you see I consider it a bit 'less strong and more of her' child. It 's the emotional pillar of the family.

Son on 11 or 12 years, a little 'arrogantello but good, eternally with the application or until it touches the tip of the tongue. With mother speaks as an equal with the father does not talk much but he spends a lot of time together in the cellar, and sees it as a great scientist. Protective of parents, rather than awake and alert but not enough to understand what is happening. Attends the same school where her mother works.

The family receives an odd-looking wooden box from a certain Mr Stuart. On the box, protected by a glass dome that opens with a small key, there is' one button: push to enter into possession of one million dollars, while an unknown person dies. Offer is 'valid for 24 hours, after which' the box is withdrawn and given to strangers who will be 'made the same bid. Talking to someone else of this agreement or find out more about 'Mr. Stuard will void the offer.

The dilemma of having that money provided for the death of another human being and' heavy but the fact that despite the appearance of the wealthy to make ends meet and 'always a bit' risky, the need 'to the foot of the operation for his wife, and the withdrawal of the scholarship for children of parents teachers (revocation could have been caused on purpose to put the family under pressure in view of the choice) mean that in the end the wife presses the button. The next day Mr. Stuard arrives, handing over the money and goes taking away the box.

In understanding the whole story, until the decision all'arrivare / urge to press the button, the husband is the skeptic inconvincibile, disassemble and replace the box, makes fun of his wife for believing in Mr. Stuard, provocative questions but does not ever put in a decisive manner or serious. The wife does this, and even if it 'clearly has the support of her husband in this, we see that tackling the issue with him in a different way: real financial problems they worry about a friend, while her husband talk about vague things (such as the established 'family) or dreams (such as a trip or moving house), for example, without telling him of the revocation of the scholarship (at least not to me 'it seems). At the end press the button, almost on impulse, with an expression on his face and that 'given at the same time, guilty, and terrified. Accepts the rules of the game, and follows in the play.

Taken away the box and finished the game, the husband suddenly wakes up from his apathy, and decides that he must prove something: a half ago scene to Mr. Stuart, took the plate of the machine and begins to investigate, shake and runs here and there ', with no regard to the danger which threatens to put his family.

The wife speaks often with Mr. Stuart, and as she is in a position of inferiority 'and inability' to react, he is always treated with respect and dignity '. Knowing how it feels to have a body that hurts so 'time, the fact that man has a large burn on his face that took away half' face makes you feel affection for him. He trusts what he says and try to discuss in reasonable solutions without appeal or aid impossible as does her husband.

(If my description of his wife is too covered with sugar, and 'why' so 'in the film. Personally bother me all that sugar, but if I'm going to criticize not end up more' to tell. And still escapes me what I want to criticize)

But the game is not 'finished,' cause the choice to get the money at the expense of the death of another person has a consequence: the end of the film, the husband and 'forced to kill his wife with a pistol, to make them expiate the guilt of having pressed button, and then because 'this is the only way in which his son, and that' was kidnapped and made him blind and deaf, could return to normal. The money will be 'payable to the child and will be delivered at the time of age', while the father will end up 'in jail. Even here there 'to make a choice: parents can live with the money and keep the child in those conditions. Who kills his wife alone is not 'allowed to die to force the hand of her husband. His wife's death coincides with the button pressed by another pair (note that the facts of the three cases seen in the film, and ' ALWAYS wife in press).

That 'broadly part of history.


Completely Out of Party Like A Balcony

The body of Mr. Stuart and 'a container that houses a Martian and you' installed after the man was struck dead by a lightning. The Martian is doing experiments on human beings in the world, for the presence of so-called 'coefficient of altruism': If checked, or if a sufficient number of persons shall press' button, the Martians will delay the destruction of the human species. To carry out his experiments, and to prevent any obstruction not required (such as husbands who play at being detectives), he uses an impressive number of people from which it takes control and makes it act like puppets (a sign that is controlling and the 'bleeding from the nose). So at some point the film becomes a series of
- haunted faces that appear suddenly at the window,
; - automatons who follow you silently without saying a word,
- sudden change of view from person possessed a normal person,
- revelations in a state of trance,
- shooting from the POV of a person in the shadows and light that seems ready to attack the
protagonists

- disturbing clues and connections unlikely.

All this and 'very well done, at least according to me: I found myself jumping from his chair repeatedly even though I now understood that
1. As the tirassero, there would be cmq been splatter scenes' cause was not the spirit of the film,
2. all this had absolutely no sense.

Not content with what ', the writer has thought of adding water translucent space-time portals, and a' choice of the three ports' proposal to her husband so 'out of nothing (and a' salvation, the other and are nonscelta damnation), with its consequent travel package new age in the tunnel of light blinding glimpse of the afterlife + '+ return nell'aldiqua, all seasoned with cristianoidi improbable theories about heaven, purgatory and forgiveness.

So in the end the ethical reflection on choice and press the button 'was completely drowned in a conspiracy of aliens, and its resolution of that choice in a murder with the light of heaven in her eyes.

Yuck.

This in my opinion was not necessary. In the short space of time that there 'was in the delivery of money and the massive appearance of improbable turns of plot, it was obvious that the psyche of the two was already' yielding to the weight and the implications of what they had done , and fear to know that maybe one day they too could die for someone else's choice. Just follow the thread them '. Probably would have been psychologically claustrophobic and haunting, and perhaps a bit 'boring, but if the purpose of the film was to make the viewer reflect on the dilemma posed by the choice (and for this purpose was,' cause otherwise the film would not have been so set down 'beginning'), so the identification with the characters and ethical reflection would have a more 'humanly realistic resolutions and without shell.
Or at least without ALIENS as a resolution of convenience. And sorry if
and 'little.

Another element 'was put them' not develop it later, I presume, therefore, only to put some 'anxiety: the student provocateur who has forced his wife to show the maimed foot. This crazy-looking guy and moves from stalker, or at least with a strongly misogynist amount of unresolved hatred for the mother figure, then appears at the wedding reception for relatives of the couple, so it can 'be a nephew or a distant cousin. In the first part of the film you see a lot, seems to know something, you do not know if it relates to the box or with regard to human folly. Then he disappears and you do not understand why '. The best joke of the movie 'his: When confronted by the husband and asks if' so much fun to torture the people who suffer, he says 'no, not' fun, and 'tragic'.

Guin Saga The Seven Magi, the Ronin Manga

'Pearl Idiot' a different kind, yesterday I had seen in comic books that came out on the third and final volume and I bought it, not for but just love to see how it ended (and by now I had the other two, so ...).

If already 'after reading the two previous volumes was highly doubtful, but somehow hopeful that the resolution of the story would have been satisfactory, the reading of that book showed me the destruction of that well little that was good before.

In short, the story

Guin and 'a man with a leopard head, the formidable talents as a warrior, you do not remember anything of his past or how it woke up one day with the head of a leopard. His journey to discover himself and 'told in a series of light novels and fantasy Kaoru Kurimoto' s a really good story. This long series and 'was really an event in Japan (part of the inspiration for Berserk Kentaro Miura has had to be here ... then he put his perversion and violence).

The Seven Magi and 'What If an original story, and then falls after the end of 26 episodes of the animated series, and after approximately 17 volume.

Here Guin and 'King of the Kingdom of Cheiron, thanks to Sylvia wanted to marry the princess from the king her father, after realizing that Guin was the perfect king for the kingdom. The princess is not 'at all happy with the marriage disgusted by Guin, made him promise not to touch' ever, but the door than in public. It 's a bit bitchy, and perhaps an attempt to more insight' seriously would have done wonders. Her huge boobs can be glimpsed in the guise and are completely detached from the rest of the body, resting them two balls', turns in her nightgown and it seems that in the rest of the body have inflated with a syringe at strategic points.

Guin proves a good king, and behave kindly with his wife even though her refusal makes him suffer. When the kingdom is invaded by a plague epidemic that pushes subjects to perform healing rituals based on the blood of healthy people, Guin goes in the alley of the city 'occupied by magicians to seek a remedy. Peep the inevitable companions: a and 'a petty thief / pimp a bit' scemotto that three-quarters of the story is comic caricature, and the other 'from one scantily clad dancer and the eighth in a bra, which seeks to conceal his role as a 'rest for the eyes or dell'affaticat Lett hours 'capacity through marysuistiche' sensitive. Once you know that Guin did not lie down next to the royal consort, the gentle maiden never loses an opportunity to prove not only a underling devoted to the king as it did before, even a compliant female to male. Time three minutes, and appears on the third element which confirms that this is' a shonen manga: Black Witch. Women's breasts by even more 'of the previous enormous, dressed in a loincloth and a variety of golden jewels that emphasize what' that there 'no need to stress further, and' a chaste virgin to date and is the 'holding' cause awaiting the arrival of a hero 'worthy of potergliela give without shame. To convince Guin and that 'he is the hero' worth, repeatedly tries to take off what little she's wearing and rubbing in every way imaginable and everything imaginable.

But all this, a yaoi fan who since the discovery of the manga and 'have come to terms with fanservices a must in shonen manga (fanservices which also never prevented from seeing the yaoi where CERTAINLY C & rsquo ; ERA XP) everything ' and 'a dettagliuccio negligible, a' trick stage 'at most', whose apparent function leaves still puzzled about the capacity 'of such intellectual shonen, which pay out pennies flower drawn with these trivial mezzucci.

A rapid succession of nasty monsters, magicians filthy much, wise, travel-size timeless apocalyptic prophecies, conspiracies about conspiracies. Who may also have effect, but everything 'so fast that it looks more like' a crazy ride that a well-constructed plot. Anyway in the end it turns out that Guin and 'the pivot of the universe (Such as Walt Disney's Hercules), and Sylvia and 'possessed by a demon who has awakened his bad side.

Guin, as his pecs are a little 'to highlight the disproportionate and' a true warrior, and though it is made much more 'dull as the original (time goes on to say,' I am a warrior, I clear up problems with my sword '..' This is a problem I can solve my sword? '...' This is a problem I can solve my sword? & rsquo ; ... 'This is a problem I can solve my sword?'), I said, despite all this, puts us all to deal with the avalanche that happens to him, including the revelation that it ' he who caused the plague that has claimed so 'many innocent victims in the kingdom.
Moreover, despite everyone, absolutely everyone, remember that the nail does not beat yet should (something that would get anyone to alarming levels of frustration towards the better half '), despite various attempts and decided to seductiveness, and in spite of the behavior hostile and disappointed of the bride, Guin for the first two volumes seems sincerely attached to her, determined to save and build a human relationship together. Clearly, and 'The Warrior Protector infinitely strong, so his view is reflected in her keep her locked in a room or entrust it to his subordinate (especially when she turns to murder people in the castle), but short, and that'. The last time they meet, it seems that she is a bit 'loose and is beginning to take him ... then he leaves (as well as dancer, pimp / thief and magician so dirty but so wise) to try yet another magician evil.

And this point the story goes all the way to remengo.

We have a new 'rapid succession of nasty monsters, magicians filthy much, wise, travel-size timeless apocalyptic prophecies, conspiracy plots on' more 'field in the air than the last.

Witch Black We tried again, then his soul is (finally) sucked, and there 'should soften a flashback about his sad life, but it' s done too bad 'cause you understand something.

The pimp / thief turns out to be Super Villain, evil wizard magician that most 'evil and he never' saw. Attempts to absorb the force of Guin, but the dancer saves the king and Super Villain withdraws, leaving the body of the pimp / thief who returns to be the first speck of.

At this point, and no sign of 'made on the fate of the princess, so there are only soldiers but so happy that the king has restored order.

Guin And what does last thing? Grab the romantic dancer and brings on his horse, with her eyes' there really was hoping more, 'Yay!' and the story ends here.

Now, ok, well we finish the story that begins with the dancer, but some put the first hint. After two volumes that the leads 'Sylvia here, Sylvia of the' do not touch me Sylvia 'is the scene is not really there' in the sky will 'in earth, nor' in any other dimension.

Because you already knew 'that all the drama on the fate and future of the kingdom ended nicely, that was like the only thing a bit' interesting to see how it ended.

Yuck 2.

write this post ... I have destroyed ...


Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Mobic Boehringer Ingelheim Wws

aleenchain @ 2010-07-28T10: 59:00

last night I accidentally stumbled into drama Chinese Prince of Tennis. have changed all names and I do some hard-to-distinguish by appearance, but once I take the-eye (Eiji has little hair and Oishi tropes instead has too many) are very well done. I saw a bit of fudomine-in code and I believe the Hyotei, and sure-handed and Renji, but not enough to store them. struck me that there are a Lots of scenes do not focus on the game of tennis (at least, nele two episodes that I do not Chekka-n was not even one) so I do not know if you got away with special effects and stories that have added.
pity that it is in Chinese, it gives me a nuisance absurd not understand anything and be well-bonded to the subtitles.
cmq, my compliments ..... are almost tempted to say that flying jp original actors (except that he does not beat anyone atobe)
. Perhaps

Room 0-not just the most drama-relaxing to listen to while you're emptying the-closet. I too want to know what is going on so I'm going to look at giving up my clothes.

Monday, July 26, 2010

Unlocking Dudley Locks

aleenchain @ 2010-07-26T10: 24:00

boooh .... I feel in limbo. This e-l-last week. prob-home will become hysterical and it will take me-as usual-little time to get used to, but here I feel it has no more sense to do-nothing serious. needless baggage.
sometimes I wonder if it's worth it to graduate.

Sunday, July 25, 2010

Brent Everett&brent Corrigan

aleenchain @ 2010-07-26T00: 05:00

a day to sleep for longer run-time speed.
As if I care about something tutto1euro cups, old enamels, furniture, iron-head cost € 5 if all goes well, and plastic containers.
That even if they were cost-more, who cares. As if they were to keep these things seriously in past years in this house. But losing three Centini ever, end of the world, and-as a matter of 'principle'.
Who knows-maybe if I had a price too, I'd be considered a bit-more-at least a place in the cellar-I had.
And the monkey also had to say ... as if after months in which she has done nothing as a roommate, nothing between cleanliness and education, now why are all-too-sing at a table I have to play Allegra roommate.
Fuck. I do not have anything to anybody in here, and I will not lift a finger. To me I did not see any bump.

Average Size Of Mandaps

[Shukudai no Arashi-kun] [# 012] 12/18/2006 Rie Shibata (Sub ita) The parcel is

^___^ Someone asked che fine avevo fatto, mentre qualcun altro invece non se lo stava chiedendo XD
Cmq in realtà questi ultimi mesi sono stata parecchio impegnata causa tesi, ma ora sono dottoressa e sono in vacanza finalmente quindi posso dedicarmi a tutte le cose che ho lasciato incomplete e anche a cose nuove ^____^ sempre sperando che il mio lavoro faccia piacere a qualcuno ^___^
Ma ora veniamo al progetto di oggi, per commemorare la fine ahime del programma che più ho amato (cioè shukudai); io e Giusy ( [info] anya131986  ) che ha accettato di aiutarmi in questa impresa (ancora grazie ^___^), abbiamo deciso di proporvi all those who are in our opinion the most beautiful and funny episodes of Shukudai and this at least to start, partly because the puntante are a lot so we need time, so let's start from the most beautiful and then we'll see ^____^
What we are proposing today is number 12 with the episode as a guest Rie Shibata, who teaches an obscene play arashi .... XD

Translation: [info] anya131986
Review, timing and hardsub: [info] vampiretta87
Thanks [info] nyanchan for divers in English ^___^





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hope that you enjoyed so many expect the next episode and comment on ^____^ ^___-

Monday, July 19, 2010

Are Shingles Ever A Sign Of Ars

aleenchain @ 2010-07-19T23: 52:00

O My God, how horrible the Italian dubbing of Castiel. Gia-
to Sam and Dean not shining, but Castiel's voice is really schifo.

(ora su RaiDue la 5 serie di Supernatural, per chi volesse soffrire con me)

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Mobic Mobec Boehringer Ingelheim Wws

aleenchain @ 2010-07-08T00: 55:00


I don-t remember the last time I-ve eaten something without after feeling disgusted, physically or with myself. My eating habits have become more and more irregular and unhealthy, and I can-t find pleasure in eating neither my favorite foods. But still I eat three meals a day. Without racking afterwards.

Sometimes is the kitchen or the living room with its dirtiness the cause for that (you see them and the pleasure in cooking or eating in them disappears), sometime it-s myself.  

I feel ugly, fat, and soon-to-be old for nothing. My expression in the mirror is dead, or it-s desperate, and I hate myself even more for that.

I don-t sleep very well… sleep is easy and it makes time pass, but these days falling asleep is not so easy anymore. Dreams aren-t notable or funny or like they used to be, I get up more tired than when I come to bed.

Novels sometimes restablish myself in a quite content mood, but it doesn-t last and I haven-t much time for reading anyway. Talking with people helps, too, a little.

Unfortunately, the people I want really really to talk to are also the same people I want to yell against to, and the same people that have proven to me their talk about friendship is absolutely bullshit when it doesn-t involve a suicide project or a silly recital, and that so much better of talking and cope with real but oh-so-absolutely- sadly unpleasant things is running away, or forget and continue to living with suicide projects as the Better and the Sole vision of life. Throwing in the toilet anything else, and anyone else, filling the air with conjures of separation cause so they have the simpler and perfect excuses to avoid to face the so unforgivable Other Opinion.

And about talking… well, you need to take a course first, about hows and whens and ifs… hoping that for some miraculous gracious whim of the web you-ll be considered worthy of recognition, and maybe your words and thoughts and feelings would be accorded a place in the collective memory of that mystic entities The Group (a group who exist only to reaffirm the gerarchical order of its members). But talking for real, at the same fucking level, asking and reaching out, letting defenses drop for a while, being scared like hell but trying anyway because yes, reality scares a lot, trying to solve misunderstandings with time and presence , communicating with words and not with plats or cups against a wall, or with the martyred silence… well, it-s another thing.

A thing that maybe the first, or the second, or even the third time don-t work, but in the end it will. Or maybe will not, but it will be the effort that will make a difference. The effort that won-t say I-m letting you down cause you don-t want to obey my description of life, or I-m letting you down because friends have absolutely no responsabilities between each other, so they can drag each other down in every destructive way they are, and dream of another way is absolutely forbidden.


A thing not everyone is worth of, but friends are. Friends that want to be and have real friends, not invisible presence, not wall against an enemy outside, not people to make your life simple and calm and umperturbed, friends knowing that web or alcool or fandom or money are not the most important thing in life. friends that want to be real everytime, not only when they are useful, or docile, or silent.

People who prefer to run away, to be absolutely in control, to suffer in silence instead of speaking of a problem, blaming others but never themselves, never reaching out… that I-m letting down.

And I hate myself cause even if I was let down first, I think it must be also my failure if we are gone this far, cause this was a relationship between people, but alone I couldn-t do no more.

And writing this will not make a difference, cause it will be ignored or dismissed like bullshit like always (or maybe know who, this time-I'll be erased from Another friends list ... internet is full of Possibilities for bimbominkia Such acts), and the causes if we where face to face, so much for words of talking, this time , I WANT to throw a plat Against Them, not a wall. But Im tired to Have my head as the only companion for These thoughts.

Paraphrasing Pennac, tanrto, we're all in shit up to his neck, and I will not be sure-I to the rise in the tide with a bit of- depressed in the network rambling