Filed under: sports
This was on the West Ham Forum where I’m a regular poster:
AlanHubb: Does Any1 have any ideas or previous experiences on where to park at LIVERPOOL??? thats safe!! coz we all know what them scousers are like!!
NamHammer: Yeah Alan, when you go to Liverpool the safest place to park is in Manchester, hope this helps.
Laughed for hours. =)
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Post Secret rules.
Filed under: sports
(That retro gear is just amazing! It should be used always!)
Ah, that sweet kiss of death with time running out to give us the win over the Raiders. So bloody sweet. What a comeback.
It comes as a surprise to a lot of people here in Brazil why on the gods’ green Earth do I cheer to badly for a Buffalo NFL team? It’s kinda simple, really. It all goes back to the first time I set foot on american soil.
The year was 1992. I was returning from a trip to England where my cousins lived and I was to follow (but didn’t know it yet) and set away towards the mecca of all kids: DisneyWorld. In what would become years of frustration and disappointment, 1992 marked the Buffalo Bills second consecutive Super Bowl appearance. Me and my brother were at a Pro Bowl shop in Orlando and we came across the current merchandise for the big match. For some odd reason, we both decided one would choose a team and the other would pay a prize if his team lost.
I chose the Bills because of the buffalo and my brother was ok with the weird indian. As it turns out, obviously, I lost and can’t remember for the life of me what I had to pay for the loss, but I later found out that I really enjoyed american football. And the Bills had a bloody fantastic, but amazingly unlucky, couple of years. From then on I couldn’t pry me eyes from the team with the stylish buffalo on the helmet.
We’re finally, after so many disappointing years, making our way towards a better season. It’s all working out. The QB is reliable, and the offense is making amends for the last couple of years of pure boredom and utter gut-wrenching irritation.
Sunday’s game proved to me that we’re now able to seek a decent play-off position and, blimey!, maybe even begin to hope for a new four-year run. This time with a least one frigging happy ending!
Rian Lindell kicked a 38-yard field goal as time expired. Trent Edwards is leading the Bills like no QB’s done in a very, very long time. What a comeback.
I can dream big now. C’mon, you Bills!
Filed under: politics
(Unfortunately WordPress won’t let me embed this amazing piece. So here’s the link: http://www.thedailyshow.com/video/index.jhtml?videoId=184111&title=john-mccains-big-acceptance)
For a great while there will never be such an amazing declaration of democracy as I’ve just seen on The Daily Show. It’s a bit difficult to show support for such a show. The Daily Show is by far the greatest thing that was happened to America since motherf***ing Bush took over.
To be able to watch, albeit with a small lag of a day, the program from afar, in my case my hometown of Rio, Brazil, is to able to relish the possibility of keeping in touch with the most influencial and powerful political system in the world through the eyes and minds of the most talented and articulate group of individuals the United States has to offer. There will never be a show where so much is said in such a blatantly obvious and sarcastic way. The truth hurts. But The Daily Show makes us laugh while it hurts.
And it hurts me. All that has been done to the world through the sick mind of Bush and his army of evildoers. All that the amazing country of the United States has let itself become. A tiranny of the grandest kind. A country with no morals that preaches morality. A country that knows no boundaries in order to achieve their goals. That knows no limits.
America has become a cesspool of hate. A disgusting nation founded on principles not held. A country where gentlemen sought to achieve grandeur and has, for the past eight years, been pillaged and stripped of all its meaning. America is dying.
Thank fuck for a show like The Daily Show. If McCain wins this election that slight glimpse of hope, that inexplicable desire I have inside me to believe in a greater America will forever be lost. Every time I see Obama trying to achieve the monumental task of writing new and amazing chapters of our brief but intricate and rich history I think there’s a better place we call all look out for.
And I’m sure The Daily Show will be there to poke fun at the inevitable, but to present the critique and the smart journalism that is so flagrantly absent in America.
Never have I felt this blind. Blinded by the silence of the thousand pieces of my broken heart. Unable to mend what was shattered. Unwilling to forgo the suffering that comes with looking at myself in the mirror and not wanting to see what I indeed see.
I feel blinded by the shallow people that surround the world. The ridiculous fools we seem to be for believing in some, and then making ourselves available and ready to take our fears head on, challenging the paradigms of society in the utmost desire to be fulfilled with joy, happiness and the sense of purpose.
For some odd reason I still stand with my head held upright. For some odd reason I awake and find strenght to get up and walk about. Continue my business. Talk to good friends, make new ones.
Why does life have to be so full of idiotic processes? Why must we endure this existance only in order to see things as a series of events, instead of the magical, incomprehensible force of nature we want them to be? Why must we become so pragmatic.
Life should be about the wonderful, amazing things that no one is able to understand. Life should be about the moments where nothing has the power to make it all go awry. Yet all I see is the working of a machine bound to make us sacrifice ourselves to achieve a goal that is not reachable.
So we remain blinded. Forever blinded.
Filed under: drivel
So I’m 89% brazilian in bed! This is what the amazing KY site had to say about me:
‘Your bedroom powers are legendary!
Your lovemaking technique is an extension of the samba; sensual, athletic, rhythmic, full of meaning and like the samba it keeps going until daylight or until the neighbours call the police. Give yourself a pat on the back, but be careful, you’re liable to give yourself an orgasm.’
What’s your national sexuality in bed? Are you british in bed?
Filed under: chronicles
You called me the other night. I could send the touch of alcohol coming from the other side of the mobile phone. Yet part of me wondered whether there was enough licor to count you out of any equation. There wasn’t.
I made to your place. It was pouring. I stayed on your doorstep, rang the bell. No one answered. Rain started to make its way sideways. The rain and wind made it very uncomfortable. All I could do was laugh.
Your family party was at an end. I could tell by the lack of talk and the ammount of noise coming from the sound system by the pool. Some people made their way out and opened the door for me. Both wondered why someone in the middle of the night would be entering the house, soaked and looking for you. Yet none of them made any attempt to stop me from going in.
I met up with your sister. She said you’d passed out on the couch. Funny thing, really. Me, making my way across town in the downpour to see you – I knew you were giddy on the juice, but never thought that much.
You awoke and made your way to the kitchen, where your sister and I stood talking. I had already called a cab to take me back home. You hugged me. Softly. Tenderly. Kissed me on my neck. Told me you were glad I was there.
I was called to your room. You made me sit beside you in bed. It felt awkward. You were drunk. You’re my dear friend. It was kinds funny and very depressing at the same time. You showed me your leopard underwear and bra. You giggled. I’ve never found you more attractive.
The cab came and you sighed. So did I. But I couldn’t stay. Not with you like that. We ran out in the rain, you draggin me to your front door where the cab was waiting. You opened the door and waved hello to the bad driver, who waved back and smiled.
You took the back of my head and leaned in. We kissed a great kiss. You told me I should have stayed. Then you gently slapped me across the face and said I’d better go before you did anything stupid. I don’t think it would have been tremendously stupid. Just a little.
And it’s not because you were almost engaged to one of my best friends.
Filed under: politics
It always amazes me the length of the effort of the american media to ridicule and expose politicians and famous people. If baffles me that there is such a desire to ensure everyone that we’re all rotten and hopeless as a people and society. That we’re all just a bunch of hypocrites.
The latest in this the series is that John Edwards cheated on his wife. The all-american good-hearted suburban-loving whizz kid is a cheater. Boo fucking hoo.
So the good-looking bloke from the south is a bonafied adulterer. Well, we’ve seen cases of cigars in genitalia and nice chaps being harrassed in public bathrooms. Where does the humiliation end?
Is the media really designed to show the worst in people all the time? The thing for me is that we’re all a bunch of crazy hypocrites anyway. Everyone’s got enough skeletons in their respective closets to make John Romero jealous. Why must we all expose the famous to the ridicule of nationally televised appologies?
And then there’s the wife thing. The poor thing standing next to the wrong-doer with a resolute and sad face, telling millions and millions that ‘yes, I was cheated on. Yep, I have to stand next to him now to prove we’re united. Yeah, I’m a stupid cow.’
It all begs the question of whether the media should be allowed to dive into people’s lives like that. I for one am not against the media channeling efforts to make politicians and their prostitution rings come about to the world, but it could be done without so much fuss and, well, blatant scandalism. Not everything should come out as being an amazing end-of-the-world catastrophe.
Maybe someone cheating on someone is just, well, something to be kept in the confined space of their home and marriage. If they are to be divorced, then by all means let them. But this whole circus act that is the american media vomiting these informations makes personal decisions like this an almost assured falsity.
Wives of politicians can’t divorce their cheating husbands. It will look bad. Oooooh, the horror of the opinion of the masses. Of the religious. Of the conservatives. The same masses who, day in and day out perform the exact same scandalous behaviours yet are not under public scrutiny and therefore can sit afront the television and curse at the ’sinners’ who make public statements in regards to their private endeavours.
In Brazil the more you’re involved in scandals, especially of the white collar type, the more likely you are of making friends and getting re-elected. After all, your name is in the media all the time. People will remember you. Throw in a good PR manager, a great publicist and *bam!* you’ve got yourself many more years of the good, public life ahead of you – full of whores, money laundering and fresh new political allies.
Ian Williams of The Guardian has written a great short text on the matter.
