“I saw a star explode and send out the building blocks of the Universe. Other stars, other planets and eventually other life. A supernova! Creation itself! I was there. I wanted to see it and be part of the moment. And you know how I perceived one of the most glorious events in the universe? With these ridiculous gelatinous orbs in my skull! With eyes designed to perceive only a tiny fraction of the EM spectrum. With ears designed only to hear vibrations in the air.
I don’t want to be human! I want to see gamma rays! I want to hear X-rays! And I want to - I want to smell dark matter! Do you see the absurdity of what I am? I can’t even express these things properly because I have to - I have to conceptualize complex ideas in this stupid limiting spoken language! But I know I want to reach out with something other than these prehensile paws! And feel the wind of a supernova flowing over me! I’m a machine! And I can know much more! I can experience so much more. But I’m trapped in this absurd body!”
— Brother Cavil, BSG 2003
Una de las bromas más jodidamente sórdidas que he visto. Pobre pibón. Me cuesta ponerle el tag fun.
(via Puño)
But more than an exercise is realism for its own sake, the verisimilitude of The Wire exists to serve something larger. In the first story-arc, the episodes begin what would seem to be the straight-forward, albeit protracted, pursuit of a violent drug crew that controls a high-rise housing project. But within a brief span of time, the officers who undertake the pursuit are forced to acknowledge truths about their department, their role, the drug war and the city as a whole. In the end, the cost to all sides begins to suggest not so much the dogged police pursuit of the bad guys, but rather a Greek tragedy. At the end of thirteen episodes, the reward for the viewer — who has been lured all this way by a well-constructed police show — is not the simple gratification of hearing handcuffs click. Instead, the conclusion is something that Euripides or O’Neill might recognize: an America, at every level at war with itself.
(via Carlitos)
Estoy siguiendo esta campaña presidencial con muchísimo interés, básicamente porque mucho de lo que nos depara el futuro va a depender de quién salga elegido ahí dentro de mes y medio.
Y tras el repentino giro que han dado los acontecimientos y el temblor que se está desatando en todo el país, me está costando sangre despegarme los feeds de noticias, periódicos, transcripciones y Youtubes que están cubriendo el asunto.
Estoy deseando ver qué pasa esta noche: si no saben de lo que estoy hablando, pongan las noticias. Pero antes vean este simpático vídeo que ilustra lo que te pasa si ninguneas a David Letterman. Ouch.
Jaja, la quiero!
via comic-con.org