Hot Fuzz

geniala comedie tipic englezeasca... funny ca ma asteptam la cu totul alt gen de film, ceva gen s.w.a.t... a fost o mare surpriza :D

Nicholas Angel: Oy! When’s your birthday?
Underage Drinker: 22nd of February.
Nicholas Angel: What year?
Underage Drinker: Every year!
—
Nicholas Angel: In the meantime, why don’t you check out a few of Martin Blower’s clients?
DS Andy Wainwright: Martin Blower represents damn near most of the village. Do you want us to go through the whole phone book?
DS Andy Cartwright: Yeah, we’ll put a call in to Aaron A. Aaronson, shall we?
—
Nicholas Angel: Mr. Porter, what’s your wine selection?
Roy Porter: Oh, we’ve got red... and, er... white?
—
Danny Butterman: So what made you want to become a policeman?
Nicholas Angel: Officer.
Danny Butterman: What made you want to become a policeman-officer?
—
Nicholas Angel: I didn’t mean to upset the apple cart.
DS Andy Cartwright: Oh yeah, cause we all sell apples ’round here, don’t we?
Danny Butterman: Your dad sells apples, Andy.
DS Andy Cartwright: And raspberries.
—
[Angel has knocked out Michael]
Simon Skinner: [on walkie-talkie] Michael, are you there?
Nicholas Angel: [pretending to be Michael] Yarp...
Simon Skinner: Sergeant Angel’s been taken care of?
Nicholas Angel: Yarp...
Simon Skinner: He’s not going to get back up again?
[Angel thinks for a while]
Nicholas Angel: [hesitantly] Narp?
Simon Skinner: Good. Proceed to the castle.
—
Danny Butterman: Where’s the trolley boy?
Nicholas Angel: In the freezer.
Danny Butterman: Did you say "cool off?"
Nicholas Angel: No I didn’t say anything...
Danny Butterman: Shame.
Nicholas Angel: Well, there was the bit that you missed where I distracted him with the cuddly monkey then I said "play time’s over" and I hit him in the head with the peace lily.
Danny Butterman: You’re off the fuckin’ chain!
—
Danny Butterman: Have you ever fired two guns whilst jumping through the air?
Nicholas Angel: No.
Danny Butterman: Have you ever fired one gun whilst jumping through the air?
Nicholas Angel: No.
Danny Butterman: Ever been in a high-speed pursuit?
Nicholas Angel: Yes, I have.
Danny Butterman: Have you ever fired a gun whilst in a high speed pursuit?
Nicholas Angel: No!

nota 9

Timpuri Noi – Perfect

din ciclul: "stai aprins becule, stai aprins / noi te iubim..."...

incredibil ce cantau baietii astia in ’87... solo-uri de chitara adevarate, basu ala nebun... nici nu stiam ca exista filmulete de prin cluburi underground de pe vremea aia... tot respectul pentru cel care filma...

multumim danutz pentru video...

I Am Legend

un fel de resident evil mult mai prost...

nota 7

tot azi am dat si primul examen oficial din sesiune, ISM (Instrumentatie Software pentru Microelectronica) cu Profirescu... recunosc cu nerusinare ca am copiat ca porcu :D

cateva citate din prof... sunt in engleza (ma rog, un fel de engleza :D) ca la cursuri participau si doua spanioloaice de la FILS...

• "it is difficult because it is not easy..."
• "and this equation, you know, ca o stiti de la DCE, no ?"
• [pe 9 dec, cu 2 sapt inainte de vacanta :D]: "craciun fericit, ne vedem la anu"
• [dupa pauza]: "nu mai am chef... hai duce-ti-va acasa"
• [recurring line]: "ok ?"
• [dupa examen] noi: "domn profesor, ati zis ca nu ne dati din cap 7... nu l-am invatat, n-a facut nimeni subiectu ala..."
  el: "eh, am uitat"

nu stiu inca nota, "rezultatele pe vineri"

stateam azi in 336 pe dealu dintre cotroceni si leu si nu mi-a venit sa cred de cate ori am prins semaforu ala pe rosu... cred ca statea pe verde maxim 3 secunde... iar din partea aialalta nu trecea nimeni, era complet gol... stupid

mi-a venit o idee injurand semaforul ala... hai sa facem un simulator de intersectie pe calculator... desenam intersectia, setam numarul de benzi, sensuri, etc, apoi aplicam un flux de masini din fiecare directie masurat statistic in prealabil (eventual il si ponderam in functie de intervalul orar), apoi gasim o combinatie optima pentru timpii semafoarelor astfel incat fluxul de masini care ies din intersectie sa fie maxim...

mie mi se pare ca ar fi ceva extrem de util astora care se ocupa cu decongestionarea traficului... intr-o versiune imbunatatita am putea chiar sa folosim semafoare dinamice, care sa sesiseze traficul si sa se adapteze corespunzator... ar fi interesant de simulat asta...

toata lumea vrea sa inventeze ceva nu ? mie mi se pare ca asta ar fi ceva...

de la rattlehead direct in fantana de disperare si melancolie... multumim anca...

The White Stripes – Jolene

ador stilul disperat al lui Jack White... majoritatea celor care au ascultat melodia au zis ca nu le place vocea... ei, tocmai asta e toata cheia melodiei... n-are nici un farmec fara el la voce...

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green

Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can

Now I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you do not know what he means to me, jolene

You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me, jolene

I had to have this talk with you
’Cause my happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, jolene

Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, jolene, jolene, jolene
Please don’t take him even though you can