UP

A nice movie by dinsey Pixar. Probably too much of me is in it. I cried, that is something that I deeply hate of me. I really did not want to. It is so difficult to go ahead and live a second new life without her. But this colorful movie is a message. Or a well done commercial operation. Dunno. I played a nice game with a nice man (with an awful ass). Best things are those that seem to happen but do not happen at all. I had to tell this to someone. Here is the best place to do it.

Fanboys

A piece of my life, really. I had read some bad critics on this movie.. nothing more far from truth. If you queued for the phantom menace, if you are a real fanboy, you have to check this out, man.
Its last line: "And what if it sucks?".
A masterpiece, the revenge of fans against the horrid, awful, stupid and blasphem carnival of Episode I.

To be beautiful

[Twice in a row, today. I will stop writing for two months, after this post].

Probably it is because of the film I saw last night (Il cuore altrove - a moving and romantic Italian film), but I suddenly realized that to be beautiful and perfect you should be a complete asshole, selfish and dumb. Or at least you should live in your inaccessible castle on the top of a mountain, far from the world. Otherwise the world would soil you, destroying your perfection. Kids are almost all beautiful, aren't they? It is because they are stupid, and do not understand what is going on around them. When this occurs, they become adult and invariably ugly.

A few adjustments to life

You keep asking to yourself why you are as you are. You could be more confident, more assertive, more competitive in a world that only do this, day by day. Then you realize suddenly that you are as you are because of the world around you. Should be a balance, it is not.
And if the world around you is empty, nothing good could come up, ever. Only the difference between a comma and a colon. Nothing more.

Useless people doing useless jobs

You can imagine what you're doing and you can actually do it. The great majority of jobs are only jobs of pure imagination. You think you are doung things, whereas you are actually trying to pass the time.
And the more importance you need to give to what you are doing, the less what you are doing is something really important.

Talking about youngsters

I was walking back home this evening when a girl from the back of car full of youngsters passing there shouted at me "Watch your backpack - it's open!" Instantly I got it on the front to check if on the bus someone could have made me the nice surprise of the day. At the same time, a matter of seconds, I heard them laughing loudly. I must confess I did not felt as stupid as I normally feel in these situations. I mean: it wasn't even a joke. It was nothing. It was so idiot that.. nothing. My second thought was "forced labour". A good camp, built in the old way, in which to make them do something of the time they waste so happily and imprudently. It hasn't to be necessarily a prison. It could be an hospital, it could be a garbage dump, it could be a field of crop under the hot sun of midday. I don't know if it is the richness of our days, I don't know if it's the lack of a war or of a big disease that could kill the vast majority of us and make people feel the pain and the seriousness of their actions or non actions. But there's a fact: I feel every day older than before.

When the rain comes

The weather is terrible, isn't it? So dumpy, and terribly hot. (Is it "dumpy" the right word? dunno).
After all, in getting older there aren't only bad things. I am appreciating it. I completely forgot the plot of some of the Aghata Christie's novels. I am so happy. I can re-read them all.

The day before

I am getting old. You realize it when you are tired to do things that weren't a problem for you just few years before. Tomorrow i will have an exam. With all probability I won't pass it. Not the first time, not the last time I fail an exam. Anyway, I feel tired.

It not possible to blame the weather for everything. It mustn't be always the fact that it's hot, or cold or whatever, the reason why we do not get things done. So my conclusion is that I am old. Being old means being not flexible anymore, being repetitive, being tired to be excited-

You know how your life will be (or - better - you think that you know, but life alway surprise us, and not in positive) and you aren't interested at all in what is going on.

The best time ever

Have you ever realized that the best time ever is always a moment that you do not get at all, while you're living it? I am not talking about sex - just to be clear. I am talking about stupidity. You can call it complexity, with a vague sense of hypocrisy, but you know what you feel is only being an idiot.

I was there, I was the star of that movie - but simply I wasn't looking at it. We tend to be more focused on bad things, when they happen. The good things, such as surviving to a possible accident crossing the street, fade without a noise in our daily thoughts.

First of all

Too many people are writing in this exact moment. Here I am, in the crowd, shouting in low voice.
Every sensible title for a blog has already been taken. Or at least every title I would have like to have here. Then I opened the dictionary and pointed my finger on "routinely". It is perfect. I will find a meaning for this later on.