fereastra intre doua cursuri... o ora libera, ma asez pe o banca sa mananc linistit un twix, mangaiat fiind de razele soarelui (ei... poet ce mama dracu)...

apuc sa inghit de vreo 2 ori si vine spre mine un tip... ma intreb... bah, asta o fi cu mine in serie si nu-l cunosc, sa vezi ca vrea o bucata din twix-u meu... imi intinde un fluturas si ma intreaba daca poate sa-mi puna 4 intrebari in legatura cu un studiu... zice el, nu dureaza mai mult de 5 min... ma uit asa la el, mi se face mila, bag twix-u in buzunar si iau fluturasu

intrebari... “care este scopul tau in viata ?”... “crezi ca e bine sa traiesti numai pentru tine sau si pentru altii ?”... “te consideri o fiinta pura ?”... “ce faci pentru a te maturiza ?”... la primele am incercat sa-i raspund cat de cat decent... iar la aia cu puritatea deja m-am enervat... il intreb: “da tu te consideri pur ? “... el: “da, bineinteles, suntem puri prin faptele bune pe care le facem”... bah ma lasi... ii zic: “mah, acuma sincer, daca trece una in fusta neagra prin fata mea acuma, iti zic eu ca numai pur nu sunt... “... si de aici a inceput: “puritatea sta in credinta in dumnezeu si in smerenie...” ... aici m-am enervat... “a... deci despre asta era vorba... du-te ma pe la ase, gaseste-ti alti fraieri, eu ma consider un om inteligent si cunosc destui oameni inteligenti si nu suntem ce cauti tu... incearca sus la psihologie”... ma si nu mai puteam sa scap de el... ca sa ma duc la nush ce seminar de puritate samabata la ora 10... in sfarsit, venisera pe banca mai multi colegi care i-au dat cu flit toti si a plecat deznadajduit... la plecare, ne arunca asa niste vorbe de duh: “de aia a ajuns lumea unde a ajuns, cu toate razboaiele si celelalte probleme... pentru ca voi refuzati sa credeti in dumnezeu... “... mi-am scos twix-ul si am inceput sa mananc...

nota: poza maine, ca doarme cel care a facut-o :D

alt puzzle terminat... de vineri seara chiar, dar de abia ieri l-am lipit, dus la inramat...

ala e regele arthur daca se intreaba cineva...

incredibil... s-au dus intr-o zi...

eram sigur ca nu apuca o saptamana... da nici chiar sa se duca in cateva ore...

doamne, si ce coada era la diverta... sper sa valideze astia comenzile pe myticket.ro si sa aiba stoc separat de bilete... ca altfel omor toti nenorocitii care au cumparat cate 20 de bilete...

so, cei care vroiati sa mergeti... ghinion, sau grabiti-va repede...

No Country For Old Men

frumos... fucked up, funny si good acting... ca gen, l-as asemana cu Kill Bill...

Javier Bardem e genial cu look-ul ala de pisihopat criminal... toate scenele cu el sunt geniale... chiar a luat oscar pentru rolu asta... eu zic, meritat

un kil de citate:

“Llewelyn Moss: If I don’t come back, tell mother I love her.
Carla Jean Moss: Your mother’s dead, Llewelyn.
Llewelyn Moss: Well then I’ll tell her myself.

—

Anton Chigurh: Don’t put it in your pocket, sir. Don’t put it in your pocket. It’s your lucky quarter.
Gas Station Proprietor: Where do you want me to put it?
Anton Chigurh: Anywhere not in your pocket. Where it’ll get mixed in with the others and become just a coin. Which it is.

—

Nervous Accountant: Are you going to shoot me?
Anton Chigurh: That depends. Do you see me?

—

Wendell: That’s very linear Sheriff.
Ed Tom Bell: Well, age will flatten a man.

—

Wendell: You know, there might not have been no money.
Ed Tom Bell: That’s possible.
Wendell: But you don’t believe it.
Ed Tom Bell: No. Probably I don’t.
Wendell: It’s a mess, ain’t it, sheriff?
Ed Tom Bell: If it ain’t, it’ll do till the mess gets here.

—

Man who hires Wells: [about Chigurh] Just how dangerous is he?
Carson Wells: Compared to what? The bubonic plague?

—

Llewelyn Moss: [talking over phone] Hello?
Anton Chigurh: Yes?
Llewelyn Moss: Is uh, Carson Wells there?
Anton Chigurh: Not in the sense that you mean.

—

Wendell: Aw, hells bells. They even shot the dog!

—

Carla Jean Moss: Where’d you get the pistol?
Llewelyn Moss: At the gettin’ place.

—

Loretta Bell: Be careful.
Ed Tom Bell: I always am.
Loretta Bell: Don’t get hurt.
Ed Tom Bell: I never do.
Loretta Bell: Don’t hurt no one.
Ed Tom Bell: [smiles] Well. If you say so.

—

Carla Jean Moss: What’s in the satchel?
Llewelyn Moss: It’s full of money.
Carla Jean Moss: [sarcastically] Yeah, that’ll be the day.

—

Ed Tom Bell: How many of those things you got now?
Ellis: Cats? Several. Well, depends what you mean by got. Some are half-wild, and some are just outlaws.

—

Ed Tom Bell: They died of natural cause.
Wendell: Sir, they were shot.
Ed Tom Bell: They’re drug dealers. Being murdered is natural for them.”

nota 9.25

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