Saturday, March 12, 2011

Tadalafil Natural Source

croissants


this is a recipe I got on the internet long ago, but I liked a lot because this is an easy way to make various pastries or croissants, without being there to make the pastry that takes too long.
ingredients: 500 grams flour
manitoba
250 g potatoes, cooked and mashed 50g butter


70 g sugar 1 egg 1 egg yolk for brushing

1 cube of yeast


milk to taste 1 bag of vanilla

boil the potatoes and mash with potato masher, dissolve the yeast in a drop of milk, mix the ingredients for 15-20 minutes, adding milk if necessary ... but I did not help.
when the dough is very smooth and homogeneous let rise for about 1 hour and a half ... then roll out the dough and cut into triangles to make croissants .. let rise for another 2 hours ... brush with the beaten egg yolk with a little 'milk ... preheat the oven to 170/180 degrees. Bake for 15 minutes
I have them stuffed with nutella but they're also good for Pucci in empty milk for breakfast.

Sunday, March 6, 2011

What Can Be Done With A Nagant Rifle?

Schizophrenia.


-Uh, it's morning! Oh God what is usually done in the morning? Well no matter, I'm late for the subway! (They forget that usually have breakfast in the morning)
- In this house there is never a cabbage to eat, last night I slept like shit, I have not studied anything, I broke out the umbrella and rain as well!
- I wonder what people think about when waiting for the subway? What perhaps is nervous because yesterday he came to know that the extinction of the dodo was caused by men like him. In fact, it disturbs me too. I wonder why that is always in short sleeves even in December, maybe it's an Eskimo mismatched? Toh look! A birdie on the rails! Ah ah ah! How nice everyone is here and to mutter him where he wants it flies!
- Why is there always so many people to the metro? Do not have a dick to do in the morning? Necessarily have to make any delay and break because there are so many people in the morning? That is, I'm not complaining too, but I lament their complaining and shit when we get the meter?!
- Ah Professor, about the homework! I did not study because yesterday I started to compose a sonnet with the metaphysical theme of a puffer fish that was believed to be a herring!
- His material sucks, she teaches like crap and I have not the slightest intention to spend my day reading that book written by shit.
- How quickly pass the day reading Rat Man! Should I do it more often, so then I will not be tired in the afternoon and I can do something fun. By the way, how come you called that guy who painted blue strawberries strawberries to pretend that they were alien and become famous? Or maybe it was just my dream ...?
- Tomorrow I saw. Another day to pretend to be able to withstand some assholes and I shut myself away in a barrel. And it's better that there is rum in it.
- Today I'm doing a walk, the bus is late. Ah, a person smiles at me! And to think that maybe someone else would have thought 'what the fuck do you want this here?'. I no longer know even a kind gesture to reciprocate. As we fell down. They were all like him, maybe the world would be a better place.
- What the fuck do you want this here? If I have to meet certain decerebration is all the fault of those fucking buses are never on time! I want to eat, I'm hungry Judas dancer!
- I think I'm going to draw the guy in the blue strawberries. Or was it pineapple?
- I do not want to draw even. So what I want to get on a sheet projecting my fantasies? Just look outside and everything is destroyed.
- Maybe I should be more concrete ...
- Maybe I should be more gentle and flexible ...
- A cup a hand to his head like a bee!
- they do is make me angry.
- I forgot what to do.
- Whatever I had to do was the usual routine, better still does not remember.
- If a spoon reflects the distorted world and unlike the one hand and the right way other, it is possible that there are really two of me, both wrong, but each with a different perspective on the world. If so is a very wise tsp.
- I do not see what the problem is. Now just because a teaspoon reflected in two different ways does not mean I have to try to straighten. If he is ambiguous none of my business.
- Damn I have finished my china!
- cabbage I finished the insults.
- Ha ha, I wrote a post without realizing it!
- Fatevelo pleasure, bitch.

Saturday, March 5, 2011

Female Family Doctor Penis

Why do people think I'm wrong.


Hello people.
Today I want to be a topic that arouses negative emotions in me.
Many of my friends say that I am a fake person, that overstates around to be noticed, to appear different, to be practical in the usual teenager who breaks the balls of others, confident that if it will be noticed and respected by all.

You must understand now, which are divided by two reviewers to me completely different:
those mentioned above, I painted as an eccentric young girl in search of its identity and its place in the world, and instead the of all the doctors and shrinks from which I got to visit, I openly criticize excessive shyness, to hide what I do constantly repressing outlet (apart from the angry, of course) and not being able to be myself even in the presence of my parents.

Now I ask myself: but who to believe?
say that I do not give the views of both is very hypocritical, because they are not a person so proud to think they can stay on top of each trial, either human or divine.

At the end I still have not decided which of them is just say, but we have come to a conclusion: any opinion on which I had decided to give credit, I would not have changed one iota.
is right to point out the faults of others to improve the people, but to issue such judgments cold does not help anyone.
If you really want to improve myself, conoscetemi, interact with me.
My respect is earned, not something that the first gift that passes.
Before Prove to be people who give credit, then, perhaps, on that later.

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Why Doe Semen Smell Like Chlorine

Humanity goes to dinner.


organizer evening, of course, Camille. It is an attractive woman, plump, feminine, gender Renoir's painting, the expansion of Corman, the classification of venereal old, outgoing, sociable, Kretschmer cicliotimica seconds. Perfect hostess, a charming, lovable, capable, it creates around him an atmosphere of goodwill and pleasant warmth, and his conversation is not particularly interesting, repeating it for the most views of her husband and father or even the parish priest or the radio, possibly with the addition of some personal emotion. His judgments and his criticisms are unusually harsh, unjust and destructive, since the thought, his inferior function, can play them the tricks.

The house is made with taste and the food is excellent, as her husband is a perfectionist and gourmet needs and discreet luxury.

This husband, Andrew, is in fact an expert collector of old paintings and art objects and has a splendid library. Its authors are Huysmans and Oscar Wilde whose work finds itself. Both the wife's chatter, so he is taciturn, and is now bothered by this meeting and does not understand why we should invite all these people without interest that forces him out of the delicious solitude of his study. However, accepting that his wife entertain social life, knowing from experience that it excels in the art of hospitality and that can provide that side extroverted, open to the outside so that he lacks. He receives guests with a distrust rather cold and detached and shakes the hand of the lawyer to fashion (which he despises), saying 'goodbye' instead of 'good evening', failure to act that his wife tries to clear doubling their courtesy.

The lawyer in question, Loreto, arrived for the first is certainly a well-placed in life, he has done excellent studies and is beginning a promising political career. As young, has already gained fame as an orator, it is clear in their judgments, a perfect logic, able to convince the audience by force of argument, always founded on facts. Abstract thought interests me less, since excels in the practical sense and organizational skills, and makes judgments based largely on factors coming from outside, ie on the values \u200b\u200bhanded down by tradition, environment, education. It is oriented on the basis of objective data.

A little 'later comes the man of affairs in view of the great industrialist, accompanied by his wife.

The industrialist, Serafino, is a man of sense, active, always busy, practical, full of initiatives, directs with authority and intelligence, a veritable army of employees, and its days are overloaded with various occupations, commercial and social. Often, however, lacks security, which means that grasps things only when they become palpable reality. It is well-dressed, but somewhat ordinary, devoid of distinction and finesse, loud, talk too much, drinking a lot and is a terrific eater (dilated type of Corman).
No one understands this pair, or rather the bond that unites it. His wife, Kira, in fact, is silent and enigmatic, like still water and deeper. But the most surprising, and that caught the attention of the hostess, a specialist in human relations, is the influence that this young woman, apparently insignificant, has on her husband, who is the subject, look for the eyes when turns away and asks his opinion on everything. It embodies for him the soul, the inner life, he remained completely unconscious, so that he does on a projection of her own soul.

Kira not outside their own emotions, but accumulates and internalizes, resulting in the creation around him, thanks to this mass of libido, an atmosphere of mystery highly attractive. He has a great passion for music, the purest expression of what he feels, and harmony in the universe, rather than the very existence, she is externalized and is happy.

But here comes Valeriano, it is a medical specialist of sleeping sickness, which does not exercise the profession, given that the patient is not interested in the slightest, but it brings in the field of scientific research - the center of his interests - his own personal ideas and theory. The wife do not see anything, for he does not go out with her, and she whispers that it is former cook, a simple woman, without culture.

finally arrives, breathless, Adrien, the last guest, an aeronautical engineer, who, still panting, and starts to talk about his latest invention, a new type of revolutionary new air . His mind is fervent, but, due to a faltering real sense, it almost never achieves his dreams. Talk about a journey and future plans and, when finally passed at the table, quickly swallowed the excellent course, without even realizing what they eat.

The conversation is animated, they speak of politics, theater, processes, film. Serafino Loreto and keep alive the debate.
Valeriano, by contrast, is silent, because, like many of his peers, feeling awkward and uncomfortable in that society, and only towards the end of dinner, warmed a little, 'out of its silence to get to talk ... of his theory on sleeping sickness, unaware of the reactions of guests in such an argument, it is not a guy who commits few gaffes, as often happens to people ill adapted to the world.
The men listened with some interest, however, Lanfranco follows him, since all that concerns the world of interested in the ideas, Serafino think the practical usefulness of the studies on sleeping sickness, Andrew, aesthetics, and instead simply disgusted with such a subject that disturbs the digestion. Who is most to be pitied his wife, the mistress of the house. At the beginning of a long speech, it has tried in vain to divert the course of conversation, until, tired, lost the thread: the theoretical thinking and stripped of every human emotion, and it escapes it almost feels like an insult, the his face just beaming, he blurs the poor and bored to death. A new lease of life when you get up from the table, then quickly quickly brings Kira Room children and there the two women find themselves in the warmth of maternal love.

A seat at the table remained empty was the place reserved for the poet, Cecile, who did not come and did not even called to apologize, simply having forgotten the invitation. Nestled into the evening in his papers, if they have only diverted en route to the restaurant downstairs, where he ate badly, being short of money. It is basically an inhibited, lanky, with long delicate face. Because he lives outside time and space, it loses another half hour to find his glasses before going out, and so arrive at the restaurant too late. But who cares for eat bad! Gradually casts a look at the Divine Comedy he brought back. After dinner, go for a walk along the Seine, under the starry sky, which makes him shiver in the cold (he forgot his coat, without realizing that we are at the beginning of winter and the temperature is becoming rigid), and Meanwhile, while walking, he composed a sonnet, metaphysical and feel happy. Suddenly you remember the invitation to dinner, but it is too late. Forgetfulness is not an act, which expresses very well the apprehension dell'introverso to go to the company and its extreme shyness. "Patience - you think - it means that I will send my respects to the hostess, and so she will have the best of me! "
Probably he will achieve his intention, but Camille will be able to appreciate such a gift? Yet this Cecile badly dressed - why introverts often neglect - this poor poet slightly ridiculous, his co myopic eyes and vague, that escapes the warmth, conflicts and joys of others, may have composed a poem immortal, which is all that was missed.

-L 'soul and writing
Revisited by Lady rhododendrons.

Griswold Waffle Recipe Book

This blog is not a blog.

This blog does not contain writings.
This blog is almost no images.
This blog does not have a continuous line of reasoning.
This blog theme change every post.

This blog contains only thoughts, dreams, dialogues, taken for a ride and none of this, this blog contains only what they are, it contains only my way of seeing reality, it contains only my desire suppressed to communicate with others.

It is well written, nor has a specific purpose.

In practice, this blog is not a blog, as I do not really have a true eagle.



-Humm humm in your blog post, you forgot "I'm me, stop point." Cit-One who knows how to do the right reviews.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Dr Loo And The Phaleks Vid

Sometimes a hyena. What happens to an eagle


I go home pissed off like a wild beast, or rather a similarity to the gorilla who has just knocked down yet another mangrove forest.
Outside it rains.
curses.
ignoring the gusts of wind drag sheep as graceful poplar pollen and tsunamis arising from puddles, I start walking in one direction at random.
I discover to my great pleasure that I just walked in the direction of the landfill.
Et voila, he could not miss: a specimen to be almost anthropomorphic adult brain remains incomplete (and probably will remain forever incomplete) that begins with angelic tone:
-AO! A bona, 'ndo're trend?
To which I reply, sounding content:
-For a romantic walk to the bins, not known?
-EC is Tonight 'na party at my friends there.

(I'm beginning to irritate me).

-The term 'sti cocks' you suggest something?

(No continues).

Ah ah ah, I love the kid like you!
- TACI.
-Oh calmed down, I was just ...
-evaporate!
-Fuck you, asshole!
- Likewise, TROIONE!

I admit, sometimes they are just a hyena.
not go away very proud, but it is.
Take it easy.

Monday, February 28, 2011

What Is Tallipes And Sandal Gap

LOVE AND OTHER REMEDIES (E. Zwick, 2010)

Jake Gyllenhaal, have left him a considerable physical heritage in the filming of Prince of Persia and need to appear naked again, it's Jamie, attractive young American climber in the circuit 90. With a smile can have any woman, and between jobs and the other comes to be an important pharmaceutical industry. Everything runs extremely well and one day he meets Maggie (Anne Hathaway), beautiful girl, but suffers from Parkinson's disease. Alleged inability to feel love him, made her shy and distrustful of the disease, the two try to reach out to their love.

Edward Zwick is engaged with a true story. If the appearance Romantic is the master, are not so veiled references to American affluence that speculates on the pharmaceutical industry. Jamie comes from a family of distinguished doctors, the chubby, bespectacled brother sporting a blond wife and prosperous boasting their own financial situation and everything is beautiful. In the picture Jamie own family, the father of coconut, it seems to persist in the black sheep. But it takes a long time to be attracted and re-established himself in the system that seems to escape.

The director, therefore, starts from the premise of a romantic comedy: he is beautiful naked, she is beautiful naked (countless references to how beautiful Hathaway's breasts), embarrassing that he has a brother moves into his apartment (remember the friend of Hugh Grant in doped Notthing Hill ? Something similar, but fat and not very funny). So far so usual. Then the waters become more murky.

She has Parkinson's, and already a terror on the news "syndrome Autumn In New York " begins to approach. He makes money thanks to Viagra and it gets in the way the reflection of the love of the pill on the market, not too far from the drugs passed off to the previous time point. A society dazzled by money in need of psychiatric drugs, devoted to self care in the construction projections of its success (Trey Hannigan, the representative richer and stronger, is a prozac-dependent), so that a bum can not find work and clean up after stealing Prozac for days. But at the same time, companies unable to cure devastating diseases such as Alzheimer's disease. The film takes a different turn.

Jamie knows he can win Maggie's disease, because he never said "I love you, and if they can fall in love with him, then she will recover. E 'happily married for years until a man with a patient's open our eyes to the real implications of the disease. Jamie then goes into a panic, moving the world in search of care and the failure of his attempts, that's falling apart every important psychological construct in the script. Are left behind because it masks the fear and apprehension excited stubborn etc ... etc ...

What's wrong? There is the meat and put the fire is too undercooked. Starting with the protagonists. They will be beautiful nudes, but the psychological characterization of each character fades at the first sign of emotional depth. Perhaps the only convincing Bruce Winston (Oliver Platt), Jamie's partner that provides at least a large degree of understanding because of his choices. The rest gradually becomes a bland amalgam of shapes with no thickness to culminate in the predictable happy ending without any sigh of relief.

RECIPE
Today's recipe has the gift of being on the palate, something completely different than expected. It 's very simple to do but, unlike the film, brings together seemingly discordant ingredients and then succeed in a well-coordinated mix of flavors.
MILK CHICKEN 1 chicken in parts
whole milk or partly skimmed milk to taste vinegar
salt In a large pot and low edges, place the chicken salty. Pour a glass and half of white wine vinegar and a quantity of milk to cover almost the whole chicken. Cook over medium heat.
order that the recipe comes out well, there is little attention paid to follow. If the chicken was skinned, do not need to add oil to the cooking liquid, if not, however, will be good to put it. If it is a chicken farm, then remove from heat once it is cooked, let the sauce continue to cook until mixture is thick and by obtaining basically lumpy. In the case of a free-range chicken, leave it in the pot for too long as necessary to cook the sauce. Attention to the cooking liquid, and stir often guarded lest it burn.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Where Can I Buy After Eight Dinner Mints

Burke & Hare-grave robbers (J. Landis, 2010) THE

Based on a true story. Except things are not true

last winning work of John Landis parade faces a world of iconic film fun and diverse. From the unmistakable grin of Tim Curry (I'll remember for The Rocky Horror Picture Show ) funny in the eyes of Andy Serkis (Gollum in The Lord of the Rings ) to the charm of white-haired Christopher Lee (the famous face targati Hammer horror, and recently immortalized it in the role of Saruman The Lord of the Rings) are so many names to mention. All well set in a Scottish scene in the first half of the nineteenth century, to be his shoulder, a substantial list of directors who perform in small cameos to satisfy the game more fun that architectural wizards of Landis.

William Burke (Simon Pegg) and William Hare (Andy Serkis) live Misrepresentation of ideas and flukes. Docile and the first conscientious, shrewd and reckless second, capture at the chance to earn some money fiddling corpses. In Edinburgh, in fact, the war of the most famous surgeons began. Dr. Monroe (Tim Curry), did pass a law to prevent rival Dr. Knox (Tom Wilkinson) to receive delivery of fresh corpses to be cut during his lectures. For the progress and glory, dr. Knox gladly welcomes two shady dealer, irrespective of the mode of recruitment of corpses.

been years since John Landis was seen behind a camera. Author who, in a light-hearted and never pretentious, made his mark with memorable films like Animal House (1978), The Blues Brothers (1980), An American Werewolf in London (1981), Two an armchair (1983) now back with a comedy flavor macabre and engaging.

The "LA" of narrative is sung by a natural Executioner doing his routine work, and now you have the perception that the notes are just hilarious life into death. Hence, the step to become attached to two clumsy assassins improvised is short, and respond with their participation in the wink is as easy as enjoying the most human instincts. After all, it's all true ... except that it is not!
In the dirt streets of Edinburgh will ride the farcical life. In a carnival of excess and exchanged roles you are at home, and justice comes only for those who can play better cards. Splashes of blood and severed limbs, it's all too true to be able to believe really, it feels almost wrong to laugh taste. And you know what to reach the possible conclusions? You were missed, John Landis!

RECIPE
to propose a recipe suitable for the splatter and comedy wise it would take a chef titrated. Or an unhealthy idea! I would opt for a second .... do not know any chef.
The secret to this recipe is in the aromas. Like a good comedy softens the sight of blood flowing copiously.

fried INTERIOR
innards of veal (or pork or lamb, depending on your preference)
a glass of red wine
2 garlic cloves 1 onion
laurel
rosemary thyme parsley
oil salt pepper
In a saucepan, bring salted water to a boil with a bay leaf and let cuocerele entrails. Drain and set aside. Fry the onion and garlic in a large pot coated with oil from the bottom. Add the giblets chopped small enough. Sprinkle with a little wine. Season with other spices, and when the wine has evaporated, pour the remainder. Serve hot when all the wine has evaporated.
Alternatively you can cook the vegetables dipped in broth and half-cooked add the tomatoes.

Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Causes Of Thinning Legs

invite to a party.

The eagle stood quietly perched on his favorite branch, that of the Scots pine at the top of the cliff that resembles a seagull. He caressed by the breeze, so fresh and vital, and watch the clouds chasing each other in the sky, fun to find that the shapes of objects like clusters in those intangible gases. There exists nothing, and nothing remains, and Aquila completely forget his problems slowly becoming invaded by ethereal thoughts and fantasies unlikely.
Suddenly, check the rabbit.
-Eagle Hey, today is my birthday and let down a great party. We eat and have fun, you come true?
asks her with that smile that always manages to dissolve the pain in the heart of prey.

Aquila is obviously happy that Rabbit will share her happiness with her, and preparing to get smashed with a smile on his face.
So, is preparing to get off the branch and drop it where it is beaten in the place of the meeting. From
sees all!
There are also the Cat and the bone. The smiles, and goes even lower.
Touch the ground with a paw.

soon settles on the ground, you feel a little 'uncomfortable.
claws, designed to grab branches, he is bent backwards and fails to keep good balance.
Feeling damn awkward, trying to perch on a rock, which is the lowest, not to be heard too detached nor too share.
see friendly faces around her and thinks:
"You certainly can not be sick, do not read any hostility in the face. Calmiamoci and then try not to isolate ourselves too much. "
So Aquila seeks to integrate in the speeches of the guests. Are neither boring nor immoral, but it manages to say anything.
Rabbit roams around there, rejoicing in the presence of all.
Aquila observes and hopes it will not turn round to look at.
eagles come to mind when he was only a chicken, a stupid chicken that still had not understood to be an eagle, not a chicken, and you feel strange, even sad. Remember for her when the contacts were just another way to make her feel included. He does not understand how does it feel sad in a happy moment. Do not even understand how the heck came to certain arguments.
He looks away from the past and the present reprojects.
Yeah, what has changed from past to present?
It 's always selfish, unable to enjoy the happiness of others. It got worse every day since then. Escaping on his arm, detached from everything herself has only worsened.
too materialistic, too many contacts there.
yet makes an effort, he does it to Rabbit.
now is nervous.
began nibbling insistently bearing bone so epic, an epic stuff from us. Other than Job.
Sometimes unconsciously it flies on a branch nearby, looking up a bit for ', resume and watch the clouds, he realizes that this is not the appropriate behavior and back to earth.
Now the thing is starting to get serious. Has no more hunger, dizzy and stomach cramps.
But how is it that manages to feel so bad? Possible that this is so maladjusted?
No. He refuses to believe it.

After the party makes a friendly smile to everyone, hoping that no one has viscerally aware of what happened.
Fortunately Rabbit still smiles and is a true smile. Romulus, My Rabbit.

Back home Aquila does is take to test the tree, hoping that they see sense in some mysterious way by his absurd and embarrassing personality.
believed to have accepted, is now believed that certain things can not be repeated ever again, which was now in place.
And once again think of Rabbit. Aquila can not tell, but knows he must. Can not lie. Not her.
but will never have the strength to tell her what wears out.
So here it is, writing a post that he hopes Rabbit never read.

what happens to an eagle invite to a party.

Fuck me, maybe one day grow up too.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Hair Level Chart Goldwell

RododenTro


The first post I wrote has caused much comment.
Some said that wow is an elegance too, others who write badly, others were amazed that one so poor as I could spring a blog.

Flying these interesting opinions, most of all what has been recited is as follows:
-Lady, the word rhododendron is terribly disgusting.
How was it possible?
To my ears, nothing sounded more euphonious and stirring of the word 'rhododendron'.
is rolled up so long and hard to combine. On list of my favorite terms is at No. 1, followed by 'bumper', 'pterodactyl' and 'psychedelic'.
Also 'Jaguar' splits.

Yet, despite these well-founded and unassailable my tastes, their horror remained.

I then had to go looking for the cause of my (apparently) unfounded love elsewhere.
After a while, 'gladdened by the brooding contemplation of a jay that was perched in front of my window and shit are so beautiful but they have a voice drum chops, I passed into the brain telescreen this answer: RODO IN.

's why!
I had never imagined a turn of the plot so poetic, it was also a clever play on words!

is true, gnaw a lot inside.
me is very difficult to externalize negative emotions in words, let's say I have a tacit compromise with my body when I'm that headache I'm sick physically.
Just think ': for three years in a row would not stop vomiting and the doctors of all hospitals in the area is racked my brains to understand which unknown disease and degenerative disease could have, and I felt so much a patient of Dr. House and it amused me to death and hell if you are a bastard!
The answer was so simple, however paradoxical that nobody had thought I hated almost everything, made me sick people and the environment that I was forced to attend.
I were literally 'sick'.
But no one had thought because no one looks inside the other.
And they had much less come to terms with my hypersensitivity.
what happens to overlook a Lady of Rhododendrons.

And you know what?
Although they had finally understood the cause of my illness has not changed anything about anything. I'm just as before.
Who really helped me?
But, speaking clearly, those who have never really interested in the fact that I 'sick' too often (except the very few who can call friends)?
Who should be interesting, indeed.
yet those are still good that I do not have people popping daisies as saying
-Hey, cee're too kind a splash, heal yourself to see elegance!

urterebbero You are not a bit 'so the comments on your eye, so cold facts, while perhaps not sleep for a week and you have the fucking need to rest and feel in an atmosphere you friend?
I really hope that many of those who know the category the above-mentioned read this post.
Who knows, maybe before you hit that way, people will do two little questions.

The first is to recommend this: 'Why do not hold me to my disturbing thoughts and I'm going to do something useful for humanity?'

'shocking'. 'Knock'.
I discovered that I like these words.
battered So if I repeat.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Ruby Red Slipper Tattoos

Grint (Joel and Ethan Coen, 2010)

Tom Chaney (Josh Brolin) is killed by the coward father of Mattie Ross (Hailee Steinfeld) and now the girl wants revenge. Tesse negotiations to pick up the money it needs, and some of the worst looking mug that can do justice to her. When he meets the sheriff Rooster Cogburn (Jeff Bridges) learns that he had found his man, and although he tried to resist, the fourteen becomes in effect his employer. Lout the trigger-happy and the girl, the journey also joins the Texas Rangers LaBoef (Matt Damon), on the trail of the infamous Chaney to redeem the reward.

of Western is the dust and dirt, animated by dialogue and on. The Coens play to include features in the structure of gender parody, so Cogburn sparacchia around to show a good shot despite an eye patch; LaBoef falls into a trap, he risks the death but did not give up elegance and the extent to which they are usual. Mattie has a sharp tongue and a very good business sense, but it's still a little girl who can be spanking.

The whole painting seems to travel from the eye of a child playing . And dust the snow can be expected of all: a man dressed as a bear, two severed fingers that roll on the table, Sheriff talking to a girl of his wives with pride and irony, as if to say "The females do not understand."
The age of the young adult Mattie is the endgame. The children ended up in an adventure far away. It is no coincidence will look for the old Cogburn in a circus.

The sentimental ending begs the question whether there is still room for the epic western in this era without dreams. Obviously not. The Coen brothers speak with nostalgia of the exploits of the great heroes of the genre. When John Wayne winking from the screen and play the game of cowboys and Indians. Women had to be saved and the Indians were behind the hill. All that remains is just nostalgia.

RECIPE
Gringos, if you play cowboys and Indians would like to find something at the table back by their wives in an apron and bonnet? CHILI CON CARNE
1 clove garlic 150 ml beef stock 1 pinch of cinnamon
250g lean beef 250g lean pork 100g onions
coriander cumin
250g beans
1 red pepper 1 yellow pepper
pepper 200g tomatoes
olive oil salt pepper

Cut the lean beef and pork cubes. Chop the onion and garlic, diced peppers washed and seeded. Cut the chilli also. Put in a pan large enough to heat the oil to which add onion, garlic, and chili peppers. Brown. Add meat, spices and then, after about 10 minuit, the tomato pulp. Let cook 25 minutes soaking time to time with the broth.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Space Heater Cause Sinus Infection

The best people are animals.

In my life I have met many people.

I encountered snarling wolves to defend;
I met a peacock who was hiding under his glittering tail that he did not want to show others;
I met a raven forced to swallow all the evil that has ruined the item received and is now forced to croak;
I met a hyena that had a grin on his face that would have split the whole jaw to blows, but then you realize that this is only what is left of a grimace of pain, so much imprinted in the face to stay forever;
I met a rabbit who was afraid to leave the den, but he was so brave however, a weak prey to stay because he loved being a rabbit, he loved his lair and he loved his family;
I met a jackal who refused the pack of wolves just because they are just damn.

And how to forget the blog of Faina angry and venomous spiders.

Now, this is not simply the result of yet another gun of grass, is the reality of the people you love from my eyes view of Lady rhododendrons.

All persons I respect have in a sense 'denied' their humanity. The have surpassed, seeing what it meant to belong to this race.
We are always human, true, but inside something has changed.
Inside us a wolf begins to growl, a crow begins to want to fly and a jackal began to howl.

You want to be different, no different in the sense of 'look what are TRASHHHH',: different thinking, different in view of the world, other than in treating other humans.

... I?
I am only an eagle grew up in a pack of wolves.
A so-called eagle pack.
... There?
Fottenesega.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

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The only moments in life where everything runs smoothly on the ice as sloths.


The moments in life when everything runs smoothly are two
1) When you write ;
2 ) When drawings.

Maybe it was a horrible day a week to a horrible horrible life, and you just come home.
There will be a turn on the TV just because they say it's crap because they say to open facebook bullshit.

So you find yourself in front of an expanse of paper, and use the pencil like a crane with the mad desire to build a castle on the empty expanse of all that is around in your head for days.

became apparent The first form, the first thought, and meanwhile the crane continues to build and you feel that you are finally able to do something and you feel different from five minutes ago where everything was just able to externalize impatience and a craving to feel at ease.

And everything seemed just a blank space on the sheet and the brain takes shape in the form of letters, lines and thoughts and everything I had in mind is if you look in the paper as in a mirror and it does not matter if I'm not setting a minimum marks the beginning of the sentence or that it is a horrible day a week to a horrible horrible life, the only thing that matters is that nothing can go wrong as long as there will be that the pencil and paper waiting at home while on facebook and on TV around the world say bullshit.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

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'And I tried just another place to feel fully at ease' [cit] \u200b\u200b


-Lady, what led you to write a blog?

I would say that my answer is in the title of this post.
Let me explain.

In life, everybody wants to be always in the right place at the right time, make up with the right attitude right.

This type of behavior is not always present.
I began to look towards the fifth grade. The girls in my class did not play as pirates with me, preferred to decide how to comb his hair and what to wear according to the last comic came out on newsstands, where they could see 'the star' in their lives they believed to be perfect and realized.
Observing this behavior did not fall right into my royalties, I thought there was something wrong with me. Why do you put a skirt preferred use of the most convenient and practical pants. Because instead of spending a day looking in the mirror and see what was wrong in my face I preferred to draw. Because instead of watching that crap in Paso Adelante spent the afternoon reading.

The situation degenerated to the average.
there if you did not like them to become a social outcast, no longer an 'exuberant young girl outside the box.
Then I started to try to look like one of them.
You should know that I live in a neighborhood where people, particularly girls and women of all ages, put themselves in high heels to go out to empty the garbage. So in one way or another I had to be always perfect.
But I could not, because inside of me, at any time of day, I felt my personality that yearns to get out and breathe.
But I was ashamed of me too.

What happened then?
happened that I had broken. Every time I saw printed on the same smile on my face goose petulant as I hated to see in the faces of others, I decided to unleash my ideas around the world, while on my face instead of smiling like a goose petulant would was an evil-satisfied grin.

I said loud and clear as I thought about certain things:
- - ; E 'stupid aesthetics do their reason for living, because we are born with a certain face and it would be much more intelligent improve from within. Why a salamander man may be repugnant to the eye but if he has spent his life to think about himself and others is worthy of esteem . I say you deserve a / or girls or with a face like a momentary swoon that has no idea who he is but he knows by heart Bukowski Twilight?
- - & new from brain-damaged personality change depending on where you are and who you are. It means that in the end you do not have a dick and fills you to offset this around you. Again worth of tractors in the face.
- - is cowardly not to expose their views for fear of being judged if you do not listen to what others have to say is impossible to see things from different points of view, and then you will always have a superficial view of things.

this course my thinking has not been particularly successful in my environment.

But from then on it was triggered in me a totally reverse the process, which led me to want anything that was outside of what I considered a way of smiles fictitious fictitious fictitious words.

From that moment on I have been looking for a place to feel fully at ease.

You know the party of eighteen? For those where a common one has to go dressed as dandies stuffed? Behold, I am the one who comes with a jumpsuit and an artichoke Superpippo by sprawling on mo 'carnation.

-Rhododendron, this is mere self-centeredness.

No, not ego.

I would just like to be myself and show the world that even in times when one should feel uncomfortable I remain exactly in my place with my head and my ideas.

And that to change my point of view, not just a jolly smile hen.

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simple birthday cakes








these are the birthday cakes I've done to my two youngest children: a 1-year and the other 5.
I stuffed with tasty creams.
Camy is a CREAM:
ingredients

500g mascarpone
a tube of condensed milk (170g) 250g of fresh cream

Give a few turns of the whip at medium high speed for "inflating" the mascarpone
add a thread, always the whisk condensed milk

.... finally add the cream well whipped, to make it fluffy
the other is the CREAM GIANDUIA:


4 egg yolks 100g sugar 50g flour + 10g
starch
half liter of milk

200g 300g Nutella whipped cream soda

chocolate chips Beat the egg yolks with sugar, add flour and milk, being careful to
lumps, allow to cool.
then add the nutella by the spoonful, mix and leave in the fridge.
take it well when it is cold, add the cream and chocolate chips mounted

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

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Lowers begonias!

"But I say, what the heck is a rhododendron?!

We ask those of you who have little knowledge of unconventional terms.

Well, a rhododendron is a plant belonging to the genus Rhododendron of the family Ericaceae, native of Eurasia and America. The name comes from the Greek words ῥόδον ( rhodon , pink) and δένδρον ( dendron, tree). This usually includes more than 500 species, hybrids and infinite variety of shrub plants , ranging from 40 to 90 cm

Thanks Wikipedia.

-Ok, now that you've insulted me and did you figure dell'anticonformista Yeye as well as the moron who seeks entries on Wikipedia, explain to me what the fuck got to do the rhododendrons with a blog?

is abysmally simple.

I love rhododendrons.

Indeed, what is more correct to say is that I love the musicality of the word 'rhododendron'.

E ' a bit 'like when you listen to a song for the first time, say, Led Zeppelin or Pink Floyd, and absolutely do not understand a fucking word of the text but still think this is indeed \u0026lt;Wow, musica!>

Here, the word rhododendron gives me the same effect. Why do you, after all the words are just a bunch of sounds to which we turn quite make sense because we feel the owners of the world.

Wow, that's cool, I also did a few lines in the figure of misantropatantosiamotuttitestedicazzo.

However, I'm sure you also try a boundless love for an object that in the opinion of others is just a load of crap. Might be an old toy that you refuse to call you Teddy despite a Cayman, it may be a draft when you were little and you draw your arms still leave from his ears and legs resembling those of a heron (description taken from a true design that is now resting on my right. O left, are ambidextrous and I've never understood the difference). It could also be a dickhead, to whom you are absolutely sure it is a dickhead but despite that you love them or because no?, love him.

And admit it, the flowers of the rhododendrons were not bad.

PS Apart from your comments on your impressions and / or your insults, I will continue to post in this blog, simply because if you keep me in everything I try to explode into a major PATABUM! that would make flying shards of my cerebellum around the atmosphere. And I'm not sure that's a good show. Let's say it is for lovers of splatter. OK, enough rambling this postscript has become a separate note.
Ah, one last thing: thanks to all those who continue to support (meaning bear) myself and this further proof of the same selfishness that I offer.
And thanks to the Queen of pterodactyls for the banner. Lupadattila I love you!

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

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Death in sexy lingerie, After.Life (A. Wojtowicz-Vosloo , 2009)



Anna (Christina Ricci) lives a life trivial, that the drag from day to day without pathos. One evening, for the bad mood and bad weather, is an accident. He wakes up on the table in a morgue, but clinically dead disbelief of what happened. One possible source of clarity, Dr. Elliott Deacon (Liam Neeson) who must deal with the corpse.

The horror in general, play in unexpected circumstances, nell'abiezione, in the death of over placing the boundary in the limbo that is the non-life. This film, however, offers so bitter against the supposition. Namely, that between life and death there is no separation and that the desecration of the border does not lead to confusion, but clarity.
Liam Neeson is the avenger of death, to give her dignity to put an end to the lives unexpressed. A sort of Charon ferries the dead .... giving him an extra boost!

Opera before Agnieszka Wojtowicz-Vosloo, AL instills doubt of death, trace lives dormant and then reflect on the transience of life, but without trivializing the carpe diem. Playing on the psychological aspect rather than on the most appropriate visual trauma to the horror genre, however, leaves the road needed some refinement. The doctor is very heartfelt Elliott Deacon in the defense of its principles, and not very persuasive in the looks that launches the patient. Enigmatic and beautifully naked, Christina Ricci as an ethereal beauty, which is unusual for the actress. While in role of her boyfriend Paul, Justin Long is desperate enough. Bello, in some moments, the contrast between the inability to Paul to see the body of Anna and the movement lingering forms of the girl, dressed in symbolic red silk, which addresses the camera in the absence of other looks.

are, however, unnecessary tracks that undermine the essence of the film that basically remains sober and wearing in the photograph in the rhythms and at times disturbed by the color red. The screenplay loses bite as troubling questions arise in the mind of the viewer skeptical
How does a person believe to be dead if one looks at her straight in the eye and air deadpan says, "You're dead, Anna, your opinion does not matter anymore?
Focusing the question of life on a wound that bleeds, and then betray the concept if the breath fogs up the mirror, and again taken to the psychological work against the protagonist with reasons that do not even convince the viewer , can work in a film that should be based on psychological violence?
Finally, it was so necessary to have that child who believes he is Haley Joel Osment The Sixth Sense it?


RECIPE
You know that feeling of hope that, during a film, is repeatedly rejected and disappointed, that gives you times when the good impression is confirmed, and other burning questions of? This film has to do with intentions and defeats, but it is difficult to have an opinion good or bad. If nothing else hears it in the limbo that aims to tell. To make our task is in line with the taste of the work must agree that the dish should be just as strangely acceptable.
The recipe in question is a cake that is likely to be too sweet, but that guarantees good chance of being especially while going to meet the tastes of most.
BANANA CAKE
300g of flour 250g of butter
250g sugar 4 eggs
2-3 bananas 1 teaspoon baking powder
a pinch of cinnamon in a bowl
mounted sugar and yolks' egg. Gradually add the butter soften at room temperature left. Whip the egg whites until stiff. Add the flour and banana mixture and blend at first, finally, the egg whites, stirring from bottom to top with a wooden spoon. A pinch of cinnamon and pour the mixture into a greased baking sheet. Bake for 30 minutes in preheated oven at 200 degrees. Once cooled you can sprinkle with chocolate icing or sugar, or lemon meringue and caramel (to make it even sweeter!).