quinta-feira, 7 de maio de 2009
quarta-feira, 25 de fevereiro de 2009
sexta-feira, 30 de janeiro de 2009
Sabedoria Simpsoniana
Quinze pérolas de sabedoria do grandioso Homer.
1. Son, when you participate in sporting events, it’s not whether you win or lose: it’s how drunk you get.
2. Son, a woman is like a beer. They smell good, they look good, you’d step over your own mother just to get one! But you can’t stop at one. You wanna drink another woman!
3. What’s the point of going out? We’re just going to wind up back here anyway.
4. I’m normally not a praying man, but if you’re up there, please save me, Superman.
5. Fame was like a drug. But what was even more like a drug were the drugs.
6. Books are useless! I only ever read one book, “To Kill A Mockingbird,” and it gave me absolutely no insight on how to kill mockingbirds! Sure it taught me not to judge a man by the color of his skin… but what good does that do me?
7. I hope I didn’t brain my damage.
8. Weaseling out of things is important to learn. It’s what separates us from the animals… except the weasel.
9. Kids, you tried your best and you failed miserably. The lesson is, never try.
10. How is education supposed to make me feel smarter? Besides, every time I learn something new, it pushes some old stuff out of my brain. Remember when I took that home winemaking course, and I forgot how to drive?
11. Old people don’t need companionship. They need to be isolated and studied so it can be determined what nutrients they have that might be extracted for our personal use.
12. Facts are meaningless. You could use facts to prove anything that’s even remotely true!
13. How could you?! Haven’t you learned anything from that guy who gives those sermons at church? Captain Whatshisname? We live in a society of laws! Why do you think I took you to all those Police Academy movies? For fun? Well, I didn’t hear anybody laughing, did you? Except at that guy who made sound effects. Makes sound effects and laughs. Where was I? Oh yeah! Stay out of my booze.
14. You don’t like your job, you don’t strike. You go in every day and do it really half-assed. That’s the American way.
15. Oh, I’m in no condition to drive. Wait a minute. I don’t have to listen to myself. I’m drunk.
segunda-feira, 26 de janeiro de 2009
Em plena época festiva...
Ishkur | Our Great War... says:
faz s alguma coisa hj entao?
Ishkur | Our Great War... says:
ou cortamos os pulsos pra uma banheira ao som de my chemical romance?
Than | Now I've lost it... says:
fdx
Avram says:
UI
Avram says:
ke noite abençoada
Than | Now I've lost it... says:
rofl
Avram says:
arrisco dizer ser melhor que a consoada
Ishkur | Our Great War... says:
looool
domingo, 25 de janeiro de 2009
1, 2, 3, já cá estamos outra vez!
foto da autoria de ExidosApós um interregno de duração algo prolongada, é com enorme prazer que informo que o blog Perdidos na Vida está de volta! Como sempre, aguarda-se de tudo, desde a incontrolável baboseira ao mais épico relato. Façam pois o obséquio de ir deixando por aqui a marca da vossa presença, caros visitantes. Os autores agradecem.
quarta-feira, 25 de julho de 2007
O par de calças que faltava para um mundo melhor!
Meus amigos! Acalmai vossas almas sedentas de regozijo e diversão! No próximo Natal já não há que perder tempo pensando no que cravar ao velhote de barbas. O grandioso Chuck Norris, esse guru das artes marciais, protagonista de tantas e tão valiosas pérolas de televisão e cinema, encontrou a resposta aos nossos mais secretos desejos! A prenda perfeita, aí está ela: "Chuck Norris: Action Jeans"! Reparem bem... "Developed by Chuck Norris for stunt fighting in action movies. These great looking western style jeans have a unique hidden gusset which allows greater movement without binding or ripping."
Upa upa! Este Natal vai ser o melhor de sempre!!
Upa upa! Este Natal vai ser o melhor de sempre!!
quarta-feira, 25 de abril de 2007
domingo, 1 de abril de 2007
Batalha dos Tambores
Conclusões a retirar deste vídeo:
1. Rula a tripa;
2. Dá pontão;
3. É feito de win&gold.
Agora vejam e apreciem!
sexta-feira, 30 de março de 2007
terça-feira, 13 de março de 2007
terça-feira, 6 de março de 2007
Am I going to kill someone during my life?
UNKNOWN
Pelo menos foi o que ele respondeu...
The Occult meets the Internet: It's brick shitting time!!
Garrison: Yes.
Pelo menos foi o que ele respondeu...
The Occult meets the Internet: It's brick shitting time!!
Garrison: Yes.
segunda-feira, 5 de março de 2007
Ajuda ai, ó faxavôre!
Quem não gosta de ver bandas ao vivo cá? Ainda por cima bandas que nunca cá puseram os pés? Então podem vir aqui e tentar que essa banda venha visitar-nos. Mesmo que não gostem do tipo de música, votem. Tentar não custa. :P
Obrigado, irmãos PV.
Ah, já agora fica aí o úlitmo video deles:
Obrigado, irmãos PV.
Ah, já agora fica aí o úlitmo video deles:
segunda-feira, 26 de fevereiro de 2007
segunda-feira, 19 de fevereiro de 2007
A verdade!
(é favor clicar na imagem para correcta visualização)
Meus caros amigos... Por muito que por vezes a verdade seja dolorosa, cabe a nós enquanto amigos imperdíveis partilhar um problema, que sendo a maleita de um de nós, nos afecta também a todos. Há questões demasiado essenciais à nossa felicidade enquanto indivíduos - pornografia lésbica - das quais não conseguimos desviar-nos. Certos comportamentos de fuga ou desprezo até devem ser contemplados como insolência e inaceitáveis neste meio. A melhor forma de lidar com a questão passa também pela exposição pública e do diálogo aberto.
Vamos todos abraçar a questão com devida dedicação e ajudar o Max a sentir que independentemente de tudo, o aceitamos como um de nós e estamos dispostos a esquecer estes lapsos de sanidade.
Os vossos comentários são benvindos.
Um abraço.
segunda-feira, 29 de janeiro de 2007
Dá pa andarmos à porrada?
Caros amigos,
Eu e o tio Grivas, em mais uma das longas noites de insónias, encontrámos há uns tempos produções dignas de serem partilhadas com vocês, aqui no nosso modesto blog. Não se deixem desmoralizar pela 1ª impressão que os videos transmitem, e tentem visualizar todos até ao fim. Depois irão compreender.
Enjoy!
Reparem bem no murro ao basofe (até doi), e no facto do gajo de oculos e taco ser igual ao kapisso :P
Bruce Lee Spirit - video powered by Metacafe
Return To Hk - video powered by Metacafe
Return To Hk 2 - video powered by Metacafe
Eu e o tio Grivas, em mais uma das longas noites de insónias, encontrámos há uns tempos produções dignas de serem partilhadas com vocês, aqui no nosso modesto blog. Não se deixem desmoralizar pela 1ª impressão que os videos transmitem, e tentem visualizar todos até ao fim. Depois irão compreender.
Enjoy!
Reparem bem no murro ao basofe (até doi), e no facto do gajo de oculos e taco ser igual ao kapisso :P
Bruce Lee Spirit - video powered by Metacafe
Return To Hk - video powered by Metacafe
Return To Hk 2 - video powered by Metacafe
quinta-feira, 4 de janeiro de 2007
A Serenidade Caótica
With our concept making apparatus called "mind" we look at reality through the ideas-about-reality which our cultures give us.
The ideas-about-reality are mistakenly labeled "reality" and unenlightened people are forever perplexed by the fact that other people, especially other cultures, see "reality" differently.
It is only the ideas-about-reality which differ. Real (capital-T True) reality is a level deeper than is the level of concept.
We look at the world through windows on which have been drawn grids (concepts). Different philosophies use different grids. A culture is a group of people with rather similar grids. Through a window we view chaos, and relate it to the points on our grid, and thereby understand it. The ORDER is in the GRID. That is the Aneristic Principle.
The Aneristic Principle is that of APPARENT ORDER; the Eristic Principle is that of APPARENT DISORDER. Both order and disorder are man made concepts and are artificial divisions of PURE CHAOS, which is a level deeper than is the level of distinction making.
The belief that 'order is true' and 'disorder is false' or somehow wrong, is the Aneristic Illusion. To say the same of disorder, is the Eristic Illusion.
Reality is the original Rorschach.
An illuminated mind can see all, yet he does not insist that anything is really true, or that anything at all is true. Reason, and disorder are all his own creations and he may do with them as he wishes.
The real reality is 'there', but everything you know about 'it' is in your mind and yours to do with as you like. Conceptualization is art, and you are the artist.
To choose order over disorder, or disorder over order, is to accept a trip composed of both the creative and the destructive. But to choose the creative over the destructive is an all-creative trip composed of both order and disorder. To accomplish this, one need only accept creative disorder along with, and equal to, creative order, and also willing to reject destructive order as an undesirable equal to destructive disorder.
There are no rules anywhere. There is serenity in Chaos.
The ideas-about-reality are mistakenly labeled "reality" and unenlightened people are forever perplexed by the fact that other people, especially other cultures, see "reality" differently.
It is only the ideas-about-reality which differ. Real (capital-T True) reality is a level deeper than is the level of concept.
We look at the world through windows on which have been drawn grids (concepts). Different philosophies use different grids. A culture is a group of people with rather similar grids. Through a window we view chaos, and relate it to the points on our grid, and thereby understand it. The ORDER is in the GRID. That is the Aneristic Principle.
The Aneristic Principle is that of APPARENT ORDER; the Eristic Principle is that of APPARENT DISORDER. Both order and disorder are man made concepts and are artificial divisions of PURE CHAOS, which is a level deeper than is the level of distinction making.
The belief that 'order is true' and 'disorder is false' or somehow wrong, is the Aneristic Illusion. To say the same of disorder, is the Eristic Illusion.
Reality is the original Rorschach.
An illuminated mind can see all, yet he does not insist that anything is really true, or that anything at all is true. Reason, and disorder are all his own creations and he may do with them as he wishes.
The real reality is 'there', but everything you know about 'it' is in your mind and yours to do with as you like. Conceptualization is art, and you are the artist.
To choose order over disorder, or disorder over order, is to accept a trip composed of both the creative and the destructive. But to choose the creative over the destructive is an all-creative trip composed of both order and disorder. To accomplish this, one need only accept creative disorder along with, and equal to, creative order, and also willing to reject destructive order as an undesirable equal to destructive disorder.
There are no rules anywhere. There is serenity in Chaos.
- Adaptado de Principia Discordia e vários artigos sobre Discordianismo
terça-feira, 26 de dezembro de 2006
The Five and a Half Minute Hallway
With a little luck, you'll believe all you've said, and then you'll put it aside -though even here, just that one word, "aside", makes me shudder, for what is ever really just put aside?- and you'll carry on, eat, drink, be merry and most of all you'll sleep well.
Then again there's a good chance you won't.
This much I'm certain of: it doesn't happen immediatly. You'll finish and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe in a year, maybe in several years. You'll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. It won't matter. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how. You'll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place.
Old shelters -televisions, magazines, movies- won't protect you anymore. You might try scribbling it in a journal, on a napkin, maybe even in the margins of your keyboard. That's when you'll discover you no longer trust the very walls you always took for granted. Even the hallways you've walked a hundred times will feel longer, much longer, and the shadows, any shadows at all, will suddenly seem deeper, much, much, deeper.
You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridiscent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trance constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to sleep.
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch youself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then, for better or for worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmare will begin.
- Adaptado de House of Leaves
Then again there's a good chance you won't.
This much I'm certain of: it doesn't happen immediatly. You'll finish and that will be that, until a moment will come, maybe in a month, maybe in a year, maybe in several years. You'll be sick or feeling troubled or deeply in love or quietly uncertain or even content for the first time in your life. It won't matter. Out of the blue, beyond any cause you can trace, you'll suddenly realize things are not how you perceived them to be at all. For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You'll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you'll realize it's always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won't understand why or how. You'll have forgotten what granted you this awareness in the first place.
Old shelters -televisions, magazines, movies- won't protect you anymore. You might try scribbling it in a journal, on a napkin, maybe even in the margins of your keyboard. That's when you'll discover you no longer trust the very walls you always took for granted. Even the hallways you've walked a hundred times will feel longer, much longer, and the shadows, any shadows at all, will suddenly seem deeper, much, much, deeper.
You might try then, as I did, to find a sky so full of stars it will blind you again. Only no sky can blind you now. Even with all that iridiscent magic up there, your eye will no longer linger on the light, it will no longer trance constellations. You'll care only about the darkness and you'll watch it for hours, for days, maybe even for years, trying in vain to believe you're some kind of indispensable, universe-appointed sentinel, as if just by looking you could actually keep it all at bay. It will get so bad you'll be afraid to look away, you'll be afraid to sleep.
Then no matter where you are, in a crowded restaurant or on some desolate street or even in the comforts of your own home, you'll watch youself dismantle every assurance you ever lived by. You'll stand aside as a great complexity intrudes, tearing apart, piece by piece, all of your carefully conceived denials, whether deliberate or unconscious. And then, for better or for worse you'll turn, unable to resist, though try to resist you still will, fighting with everything you've got not to face the thing you most dread, what is now, what will be, what has always come before, the creature you truly are, the creature we all are, buried in the nameless black of a name.
And then the nightmare will begin.
- Adaptado de House of Leaves
quinta-feira, 21 de dezembro de 2006
terça-feira, 24 de outubro de 2006
Ah Pois'é!
Bem, parece-me que é necessário esclarecer aqui algo que tem vindo à baila nos ultimos tempos.
Nós, perdidos na vida, somos os criadores do Pois'é, e óbviamente não me refiro à marca produzida/representada (não faço ideia) pela cadeia de hipermercados continente. Últimamente teem aparecido grupos e indivíduos a consumirem uma espécie de cópia do dito cujo e, provavelmente, a creditarem-se pela orginalidade.
O conceito foi criado practicamente na data em que o pois'é da dita empresa se começou a distribuir e desde então foi sofrendo ligeiras alterações, aperfeiçoando-se e tornando-se realmente único. Temos fotos comprovativas da sua criação e denominação, cujo nome é não mais que um tributo ao produto original que muito respeitamos.
O que vocês fazem é algo consumido e conhecido desde que há água com açúcar e gás. Para o tornar especial é necessário amor, dedicação e espírito evolutivo. Só assim se pode refinar o bom para melhor.
Nós, perdidos na vida, somos os criadores do Pois'é, e óbviamente não me refiro à marca produzida/representada (não faço ideia) pela cadeia de hipermercados continente. Últimamente teem aparecido grupos e indivíduos a consumirem uma espécie de cópia do dito cujo e, provavelmente, a creditarem-se pela orginalidade.
O conceito foi criado practicamente na data em que o pois'é da dita empresa se começou a distribuir e desde então foi sofrendo ligeiras alterações, aperfeiçoando-se e tornando-se realmente único. Temos fotos comprovativas da sua criação e denominação, cujo nome é não mais que um tributo ao produto original que muito respeitamos.
O que vocês fazem é algo consumido e conhecido desde que há água com açúcar e gás. Para o tornar especial é necessário amor, dedicação e espírito evolutivo. Só assim se pode refinar o bom para melhor.
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