How to write a post of 8650 characters without saying anything Memo: withdraw the September 2004 list of memories. Has not brought anything good, damn this month. Caught tons of confusion, anguish, fever, delirium, distress, madness, annihilated by the collective gullibility, dall'idiozia individual staff from schizophrenia, poor Sim was sucked into a black hole of multiform hallucinations that has literally crumbled his personality generating an infinite series of multiple identities. The distinction between real and imaginary is gone, and within the connective tissue of the open stretch marks are actually bigger and bigger, glimpses of the terrifying void that swallowed all that was order, harmony and certainty turning into a shapeless mess of unanswered questions. In other words, I was
Malino. Imagine if I thought to update the web-log ...
On second thought, however, there was something good. This event, like Sirius in the sky, shines and illuminates the darkness of the desert just past thirty days. On 18 September I made my official entry into
cares -list (a mailing list of the most prestigious in the World Wide Web, founded and run by a famous mad scientist
) email with the beautiful presentation, which I reproduce below, which I am really proud of (sic
):
Hello, I too I'm a fan of Senefrega Chis , drummer Jam Mank. I did not think there was a mailing list devoted to him. Do not believe it once, long ago, when I still had not discovered this mailing list. Now we believe, of course. I mean, if I did not believe now I am an idiot. You may not believe in something you believe in? When not believe it, but I was not an idiot, just do not know it existed. But are you really sure that if I did not believe after discovering that there'd be a fool? How dare you? Oh God, not to exclude the possibility that I am writing this email just pretend _facendo credere_ existence of this list. If so, I'd be an idiot or not? However it is not, right? This list exists, and I believe it. Oh, do not misunderstand. Once, long ago, I did not believe that there simply because _immaginavo_ that could exist. Are not devoid of imagination, though. I have great imagination, I swear. Ok, I swear it's not enough to have much imagination to dimostare to have. Shit, if you would like to prove it. But I say, what kind of assholes ... is welcomed as a newcomer?
Fuck
Sim
Is not that wonderful? (I go before you: no, it is not.) Do it like me, you also subscribe to the list-who cares, the mailing list of read and
dell'inclito frequented by gamblers, loan sharks, prostitutes, and fancazzisti classy. See the world through new eyes and the quality of your life will improve in no time. (For the record, I am writing in November 2003, I sent three e-mail backward from 2385 I read. That's why I'm always
Malino .)
September was a month forget, I said. October is also a horrid
months, however, began auspiciously. You should know that I, for many years now, are literally obsessed with a movie
Overtime, one of the masterpieces of the divine Martin Scorsese. My Favorite Movie
, no doubt some (second
Brazil the heels and try to overcome it, but to no avail). My identification with
Paul Hackett, the film's protagonist, is total. I am him (
Sam Lowry, the hero of Brazil, has for several years to oust Paul from the throne of my alternative identities, but there is nothing to do). Well (drum roll), the news of the month is that after a long and grueling wait, overtime is coming out in dvd
. Yes, home-Warner have finally decided. The audio in both English and Italian, is a poor mono, but this is irrelevant. The DVD contains in fact the technical comments of Martin Scorsese, Griffin Dunne (Paul Hackett) Amy Robinson (producer), Michael Ballhaus (director of photography) and Thelma Schoonmaker (editor), plus previously unreleased footage, trailers and making-of variegated. I go into raptures at the thought.
Another new aspect of
Vendemiaire / Brumaire: the mini-facelift of this LJ. Mini
because, unfortunately, does not allow poor LiveJournal.com a free account to freely change the layout of your blog. You can choose from a dozen ready-made templates and just change some features. The reasoning behind this choice, perfectly within the enucleated
FAQ , is simple and straightforward and can be summarized as follows:
EU idiot. It's already so you do not get paid, if you want to be served and revered Schei's exit, if not silent, and pipe. (Here, I feel guilty. In fact I like LiveJournal, I agree with almost everything that is written here
and if I had € 10 million would not hesitate to devote entirely
a. .. no, this is actually not. ) I'd like to build a blog as I say, without restriction (remember the episode of the Simpsons where Homer designs
this fantastic car? I wish I could do something like that), and indeed have already done
, in the distant past, but I am fond of * to this place and I'm not going to go back to the blognomade, so I'm pleased with the mini-facelift and live happy. So, after months of honorable service, the old
title of this blog (
admired and imitated
by
malmostosa , which is no small thing) is to be retired, replaced by a feel closer to my current (yes, I'm just
Malino ). The image that replaces the
Sim in mystical ecstasy, however, is a snapshot of
Northern Exposure, the best television series of all time, won two Emmy Awards, shamefully ill-treated in Italy the poor fools who make the schedules RAI and Mediaset, and those idiots who have decided to tie a bland title:
A doctor among the bears. The kind you see on the left is
Joel Fleischman, the protagonist of the show (the third largest parade nell'hit of my alternate identities), that right is Morty, a moose.
Want to know why I identify with these three characters? Well, look
After Hours , Brazil
and
Northern Exposure (to the episode The Quest
) frequentatemi for ten years and maybe you'll understand
.
* Not true. In reality they are just lazy.