What's lazier than a kitty?  Eddie has some unusual sleeping positions, this is my favourite!

Biography -|- Filmography

Eddie Izzard este unul dintre cei mai buni Comedieni.

Everybody knows Eddie Izzard :p

Va invit sa urmariti cateva fragmente video din spectacolele sale de Stand-Up.

Eddie Izzard vs Creationist Theory

Intra aici pentru alte videoclipuri cu Eddie Izzard

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Aventura SOLO POR UN BESO
Aventura  LA BODA
Dominic Marte  CON LOS OJOS CERRADOS
Compay Segundo  CHAN CHAN
Marc Anthony  BARCO A LA DERIVA
Son by Four  A PURO DOLOR
Aventura  LA BODA v2
Eddie Santiago  QUE LOCURA ENAMORARME DE TI
Marc Anthony  QUE PRECIO TIENE EL CIELO
Luis Miguel del Amargue  DE RODILLAS
Xtreme  MIRA COMO ESTOY SUFRIENDO

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     1. Mă gândeam să nu mă mai uit la Saw V. Am văzut Saw IV şi mi-a părut rău de timpul pierdut, însă, asta mă face să încerc şi Saw V, măcar de curiozitate.

     2. Văzând asta, mi-am adus aminte de liceu, când, într-o zi, directoarea a intrat în clasă cu ochii fixaţi spre mine, a rămas puţin şocată şi apoi a reacţionat ironic:

     - Tu eşti de la noi din liceu?

     - Da, spun eu, zâmbitor.

     - Nu se poate! Spuse directoarea, uitându-se fix la nenea Eddie de pe tricoul meu. Începe un monolog, pe un ton extrem de ridicat, pe care, probabil, îl intuisem dinainte - Aşa vii tu îmbrăcat la şcoală? Diriginta ştie cum vii tu îmbrăcat la şcoală. Crezi că mă interesează că eşti rocker? Aici e şcoală! Şi astea ce sunt?! (îmi smulge căştile de la gât) Astea se confiscă! Imediat îşi face apariţia şi diriginta:

     - Ce s-a întâmplat doamna directoare?

     - D-voastră vedeţi cum vin elevii la şcoală? Vă rog să îi daţi afară! Să îi exmatriculăm, poate aşa se învaţă minte. Şi a plecat nervoasă, cu playerul meu, bineînţeles plin cu muzică de petrecere gen Maiden, Judas, Dimmu şi ce mai aveam eu prin el. Probabil s-a speriat când a vâzut ce era pe-acolo, aşa că n-a mai călcat prin clasa noastră.

     Şi mi-aduc aminte ce supărat eram. Adică să facă atâta gură şi să pomenească de exmatriculare, doar pentru un tricou Maiden cu Eddie pe el? La urma urmei, Eddie e chiar simpatic :))

     3. Un cântec despre tractoare. Sau cântecul fermierului supărat, spuneţi-i cum vreţi! :D

"In 50 m turn left"

"route recalculation" "route recalculation" " route...route...route" ....and by this point you just might be so pissed with you SatNav system you will have surely missed your turn.  Mio Map's James** did cost us about an hour in Brasov after refusing to give us any more instruction because of going off route (despite the fact that Ioana** usually did route recalculations).

For all you lucky TomTom users out there we have great news, the boring "bestemming bereikt" *** with "Thank God you're there , I can shut up  now" . If the most fun you could have with you satnav was set in it swedish and listen to the directions on your usuall road home now you can have Eddie Izzard yelling at you "you turn ahead, I'll stay here" . Sounds to good to be true? Go here for proof. Already convinged? You can buy it via CC at EddieIzzard.com . Instruction are available for free on the same website, just in case you go " I don't need these, I have used machines before"...and chuck 'em out a window.

*or 6.2 € but with the financial thingie going on now that may vary

** standard Mio voices Jame for English, Ioana for Romanian.

*** destination reached = (nl) destination reached

HAHA I totally forgot but somehow I remember. Today OCT 02 are these two boys' birthday XD keke.

ALVAN GUO YI JUN [Guo Wei Yun, aka TORO]
the dragonball head XD he turned 27 today o_o LOL

PETER ZHANG TING WEI
the righty cute one XD He turned 23 today ^^

I have no idea whats up with them currently XD

TORO was a member from ENERGY ^^ I have their last album with all five of them together ToT ENERGY is still in the music bussiness (apparently =X) but only three or four members? Toro was the first who left, because of some issues ._. *sighs* He was my fav member too D:

Tingwei is the youngest of Comic Boyz (Ke Mi Xiao Zi). Comic Boyz is now disbanded, and my fandom kinda grew out before they got disbanded XD I only know Figaro and Chuan Yi/Kingone are still in the entertainment, that is for sure XD (YAY because Figaro is my fav XD)

He didn't have to, but he did!

 So, what is an average day at work for you? Desk-time or seeing clients? Sure, that's what normal people do but not Eddie!

He is training with a Sheriff's Department and one of the certifications is OC. What is OC, you tentatively ask. Oleoresin Capsicum is a natural substance derived from the oily resins found in cayenne and other varieties of pepper. It is an inflammatory agent and when it makes contact with the mucous membranes (eyes, nose, throat, and lungs), symptoms will appear instantly. The capillaries of the eyes will immediately dilate, causing temporary blindness. Inflammation of the breathing tube tissues will cause difficulty in breathing. It is a less lethal weapon effective on those under the influence of drugs and alcohol or just out of control.

Why do the T.O.'s spray it on the Officers? Simple, so they know how it feels. Just to be clear, once you have this certification you Do Not have to do it again! This was Eddie's third time doing it!

OK, the obvious question, WHY? Because he's a masochist and he likes it. Just kidding, he did it because I told him to. Well, kinda. When he learned that this course was coming up and he didn't have to do it, I just reminded him of something he preaches. "We go in as a team, we leave as a team."  He should practice what he preaches!

Yeah, I felt a little bad when he got home and his eyes were bulging out of his head. I wouln't have done it, screw the "team!"  :-)

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The object of these ‘stories’ was to put on line something that would have some credibility about them and yet also a measure of doubt. Thus they would have certain factual information in them which came out of news reporting, together with ‘a point’ about the project, and something that shed some doubt over whether they were real or not.

Thus on the very first one, the factual things included a quote from Jacques Rogge at the Opening, plus a reference to Yao Ming, the Chinese standard bearer – seven foot six inches tall, as well as reference to the smog that Beijing was still suffering. The point about China made reference to “the thousands who have been pushed out of their homes in Beijing in the great clear-up beforehand.” The ‘doubt element’ asked, “Is this real I ask myself? Am I dreaming this? Am I making this up? You’ll have to make your own judgements on that in the coming days.” Each day, initially at least, we tried to maintain these three aspects of the day’s exploits.

After a few days the factual details started dropping out as we felt we had established a certain air of credibility. On the second day we inserted a couple of apparent ‘riddles’ to create further daily fun and interest but, like the factual content, these did not continue – too much daily pressure to write!!! We did manage to make a point every day, I think, about China, persecution or ratify and release.

Just as a point of historical interest, we had to check the language of what was being written to see if it roughly complied with what Eddie might have said. Mostly we seemed to get it right but once of twice we edited it before putting it on line because “Eddie would never say that!”

The question of the veracity of “The Tales” came up a number of times in discussion. Was it right to put a work of fiction online and pass it off as fact? Well actually no, we never said it was fact and the ‘doubt element’ each day added to its ethereal feel. The nearer we got to the end, the stronger this became as you’ll see if you click on the button at the top of the page. The question of its veracity was raised several times and near the end so strong was the comment made that we ceased to publish them for the last three days which, in retrospect, I think was a shame. The fact was that “The Tales” picked up a large number of daily hits and so clearly got quite a following, some of whom were clearly the media keeping watch. In that respect “The Tales” did their job very well. Some of us felt a bit bad that a number of people on the Internet clearly thought these were in fact Eddie and they wrote comments of encouragement. To all of you who contributed to the exercise by commenting or writing in, thank you.

Again for the point of historical accuracy, I have included all “The Tales” on this site, including the last three which we did not send. Whether it was poor media coverage or simply we were too busy to note carefully the length of the Games, I have left the last three inaccurate “Tales” as they were written, despite the fact that they show our own confusion as to when the Games actually finished. Believe it or not, it was a common assumption (and obviously not blazed about by the media) that the Games finished after a fortnight on the Friday, whereas they were still going on the Sunday and the Closing ceremony took place on Sunday afternoon. Oooops! I can only say in our defence that we did spot this before they were due to go out, but as the decision not to post them had been made, we left them and I have posted them here unchanged. One of the quirks of the project, I’m afraid!

I have wondered how it came to be that “The Tales” did become credible and I have concluded that it was because of the way they were displayed on the Webpage. They appeared each day under a video picture and came up as two lines at a time, as if they were being received. I am sure that if they had been visible as they appear on the page on this blog, it would have become far more obvious that they were, in fact, spoof writings. The fact that the daily one-line ‘Twitters’ also appeared on the site should have detracted from the veracity of “The Tales” although (purely by accident) there was a remarkable similarity between one of the early “Tales” and the Twitter coming though on that day. Also, as I have commented on an earlier writing, Eddie did get out and about as a tourist a couple of times, although not in Beijing itself. Did anyone in authority in Beijing take any notice of them? Perhaps we’ll never know, and it probably didn’t matter if they didn’t anyway. The objective was to keep the watching world interested in some small way, and to that end, I think these imaginary wanderings did actually work.

Western Conference playoff contenders and hopefuls readily acknowledge that the conference is so competitive that the least little slip up can be quite damaging, and with mere minor tweaks of the roster, teams can go from being non-playoff participants to powerful foes in one year.

But the teams in the west also must be wary about what challenges the Eastern Conference could present.

In one brief synopsis – Can the Big Three lead the Boston Celtics on another championship ride?

What will the hiring of head coach Michael Curry do for the talented but self-imploding Detroit Pistons?

Will the Cleveland Cavaliers get over the hump now that superstar LeBron James has a new sidekick in guard Mo Williams?

Do the Philadelphia 76ers figure to be a new player in the mix, now that Elton Brand has left the west for the east?

Or is the Orlando Magic, behind the growing domination of Dwight Howard, posed to reign in the Eastern Conference?

Certainly, the Lakers will have an eye on the east throughout the 2008-2009 season.

Kevin Garnett, Paul Pierce and Ray Allen all are likely headed for the hall of fame, once they concluded their NBA careers. Each had been an adversary of each other for years.
That is until last summer, when a pair of blockbuster trades by Boston Celtics general manager Danny Ainge brought Garnett from Minnesota and Allen from Seattle to join Pierce, forming what instantly was dubbed, The Big Three, a moniker that head coach Doc Rivers knew was inevitable.

Skeptics insisted that this trio would not be able to coexist peacefully in the locker room or mesh smoothly on the court, the egos supposedly being too grandiose to allow that.
But the doubters were wrong.

And ever since that late June evening when they were pummeled into submission by the Boston Celtics, it has been on the Lakers’ minds to exact comeuppance for that humiliating loss in the NBA Finals and wrest that championship crown from Beantown that they feel rightfully should have been theirs.

In one of the most remarkable one-year turnarounds in professional sports, the Celtics went from a team that failed to make the playoffs and finished with the league’s second-worse record the previous season, to a team that ended the 2007-2008 season with a NBA-best 66-16 record.

How the Celtics did it was a tribute to the coaching and leadership exhibited by Rivers, who had personal loss to deal with during the season, the death of his father. The Big Three’s role in the success boiled down to each of them unselfishly submitting their personal goals for the team’s good.

Prior to last season, Allen had averaged 21.5 points per game, over his 11-year career. He was Boston’s third-leading scorer last season, at 17.4 points.

Garnett had put together a prolific streak of nine consecutive seasons averaging over 20 points and 10 rebounds per game. Last season, he averaged 18.8 points and 9.2 rebounds.
Pierce, who had put up gaudy numbers for mainly pedestrian Celtic teams in previous years, had a streak snapped of seven consecutive years of averaging over 20 points per game.

But Pierce was more than happy with his team-leading 19.6 scoring average since it culminated in the championship that he previously thought he’d never get.

So, here we are, a year later and the Big Three are a year older. Allen is 33. Garnett will be entering his 14th season at the age of 32. Pierce, who idolized the Lakers while growing up in Los Angeles, will turn 31 next month.

Is there enough bounce left in those thirty-ish legs and sufficient mental drive for the Big Three to be the guiding force in a successful defense of their NBA title?

There is ample support to back that trio. Point guard Rajon Rondo played a pivotal role for Boston last season and is growing more confident in directing the offense. The Celtics’ center, Kendrick Perkins, is not counted on to score but he, Leon Powe and Glen Davis relish playing a bruising, physical style.

Key second-unit players Eddie House and Tony Allen are back, and Coach Rivers most certainly will push the development of second-year guard Gabe Pruitt, formerly of USC and rookie swingman Bill Walker.

One of the most intriguing stories for the Celtics going into training camp will be what former Golden State Warriors draft bust Patrick O’Bryant has to offer, and whether former Clipper Darius Miles can resurrect his career, after missing the past two seasons recovering from micro-fracture knee surgery.

When asked whether he expected the Celtics to be a formidable challenge again for the Lakers this season, Lakers coach Phil Jackson’s snappy reply was, “I don’t care about them. I care about us.’’

But it was evident that the Lakers’ Game 6 loss and elimination at the hands of the Celtics still weighed heavily on Jackson’s mind.

During that series, the Lakers were unable to control Garnett on either end of the floor, Pierce was a force offensively and in key situations, played superb defense on Kobe Bryant and overall, the Lakers got outmuscled by the Celtics.

At a pre-training camp session with the media, Jackson scoffed at a suggestion that perhaps the Lakers were too soft as opposed to the Celtics, who plainly were aggressive in the Finals.
“You don’t get to where you are by being a soft team,’’ Jackson said. “Boston was tougher than we were in the last the last game. They deserved it. They got it.’’

Kansas City 33 Denver 19

What the hell happened Broncos? You rolled over and laid a giant, moldy egg - the kind Fear Factor used to feed people. Beat the teams you are supposed to. At least my main man Eddie Royal did good with 9 catches and 104 yards (excluding his fumble). Jay Cutler did not look like himself. He threw 49 times; way too much in that offense. I realize that they were behind a lot of the time but, you must establish the run game a little bit. Set up play action. I sincerely hope, Kansas City fans don't think you guys have it together now. You don't. Your team is not going anywhere. This was a "Thank you for watching us even though we're not good" gift. Don't expect anymore of it. Herm Edwards needs to be fired and you know it. Where is Dick Vermeil? Maybe he can cry you guys into the playoffs. I kid. I like Vermeil. Anyways Denver, do not do this again. I thought you were the best team in the NFL before Sunday. So much for that...

New Orleans 31 San Francisco 17

I changed this pick Saturday night, along with a few others. This game was probably the hardest to figure out. San Francisco seems capable of winning but they are still somewhat confusing. The Saints are the same way. J.T. O'Sullivan was finally brought back to the planet in this game with a 59.6 QB rating. Frank Gore did OK but he needed his QB to help out. Drew Brees was the same guy he should be throwing 3 TD's. I really don't think this game helped out in telling me how good these teams are. I do know that whoever said J.T. O'Sullivan was going to be the next Kurt Warner "come out of nowhere" type player, they were sorely mistaken.

Tennessee 30 Minnesota 17

OK, Tennessee should not be 4-0 right now. They are really not very good. The defense does everything. The offense is just barely competent enough. Minnesota is the exact same way yet they are 1-3? It does not make sense to me. Both had running QBs that are now replaced by old veterans. The Vikings have the better RB in Peterson. It just doesn't add up. I am not sold on the Titans and probably will never be this season. I may be in the minority, but I feel if they were to face a really good team, they would fold over faster than Ohio State in BCS championship games or against the SEC. Call me what you want, but the Titans are not good. They will make the playoffs, sure, but will make an early exit. I won't even say anything else about Minnesota besides that they should trade AP to the Packers.

Tampa Bay 30 Green Bay 21

This was the first game where Aaron Rodgers didn't play very well throwing 3 INT. I wanted to see how he would respond in the second half, which wasn't very well. He did get injured, though, and for some reason Matt Flynn came in. Brian Brohm should be the second string, not Mr. One Time LSU Wonder. Also, one of my fears is coming true - Ryan Grant was a fluke last year. He just does not look the same this year. Running backs in this day and age are not doing well. There is not a consistent runner anymore. LT can't even give us 100 yard games that much. The Packers put up an amazing 28 yards rushing for the game. Ouch. That stat speaks for itself. The GB defense did a good job of creating turnovers but the offense couldn't help out. This game was really important because this was a loss to an average team. People expected the Packers to lose to Dallas but not to Tampa Bay. They need to regroup, hope Rodgers is healthy, come up with a new run strategy and take care of Atlanta next week by 21. Thoughts and prayers go out to Matt Bryant of the Bucs; playing Sunday after losing your child took a lot of heart.

Pittsburgh 23 Baltimore 20

Pittsburgh is not that good. Baltimore is by far the better team. Roethlisberger is garbage and will always be garbage. Flacco is the man. That is all I have to say about this game.

-Ray

Update: Aaron Rodgers has a shoulder sprain and should be able to start Sunday
Source: ESPN

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Dire Pearl Jam vuol dire molto e tanto. Non c'è un concetto preciso che indichi la band, se non quello solo temporale di "grunge", in quanto la band nasce a Seattle, dalle ceneri di due band: Green River e Mother Love Bone. Il grunge fa parte del loro DNA, ma in realtà il loro sound, pur non prendendo veri spunti dal passato, si ricollega in maniera migliore ad un rock poetico anni '70 quale quello di Neil Young, distaccandosi considerevolmente dalle band contemporanee, nonchè conterranee, come Nirvana, Soundgarden e Alice In Chains.
"Ten" è un album innovativo, mai ascoltato, nuovo, che pur provenendo da un passato rock delle due band nominate in precedenza, ben riesce a dare un senso di nuovo. In realtà il merito credo vada proprio alla fusione di più caratteristiche personali dei singoli elementi della band, apparentemente e storicamente più distaccati nel sound, che riescono a dare questo "frullato" di suoni con un risultato davvero sorprendente. Nonostante un Eddie Vedder alle prime armi e nonostante questo sia solo l'inizio di una carriera sempre più povera (per quanto riguarda vendite di dischi), ma al contempo sempre più professionale, "Ten" è un album che ha lasciato il segno e che, tuttora, sa dire il fatto suo.
Consiglio fra parentesi: lettura dei testi originali (diffidate delle traduzioni, anche delle migliori!)

1- Once
Il primo brano di quest'album ha un'introduzione fatta di suoni, alla "Money" dei Pink Floyd (per farci un'idea), che ben presto si trasforma in un inizio alquanto devastante con un sound grintoso e una tempistica da pogo. "Once" fa parte del trittico delle prime tre song dell'album: Once, Even Flow, Alive. Presentano tematicamente un racconto unico, di un ragazzo... beh, a voi la traduzione dei testi. Sicuramente l'introspezione di Eddie si manifesta da subito, e questo ne è l'indice. Il serfista-benzinaio neo arrivato è senza dubbio l'innovazione radicale rispetto al resto. E "Once" ne è la prima prova. Ma non è che l'inizio. Un pezzo esaltante, con un sound atipico per quel periodo.

2- Even Flow
Per gli amanti della chitarra, ecco un brano che farà la storia. Alla pari di "Alive", plurisuonata da una marea di band nel proprio garage, "Even Flow" è un pezzo che diverte, che esalta le doti della band, le melodie della chitarra (e non per nulla è uno dei brani inseriti in Guitar Hero) che McCready, col suo stile palesemente ispirato ad Hendrix, è in grado di far vibrare in ogni parte del brano. Chicca consigliata: ascoltare i live dove il brano dura più del doppio e dove nella parte centrale la "new entry" Matt Cameron (ex Soundgarden!!!) regala assoli mozzafiato alla batteria.

3- Alive
Bene, parliamo del brano storico della band. Posta come conclusione del trittico a tema dell'album, "Alive" è senza dubbio la canzone che più rappresenta quello che c'è di grunge nei PJ. Non tanto come "grunge" inteso nella terminologia angloamericana, ma come filosofia di vivere e di suonare in quegli anni. Forse non sarà un caso che gli accordi del ritornello richiamano perfettamente quelli di un altro brano famoso di quegli anni: "Man In The Box", a sua volta brano storico degli Alice In Chains. Sarà un caso? Sarà che quei quattro accordi in successione erano la chiave dell'espressione e del grido rabbioso di una depressione che colpì i musicisti a Seattle? Quattro magici accordi (Mi-, Sol, Re, La) che, nonostante le sonorità positive, rappresenteranno per sempre due ritornelli storici del grunge. E non è poco!
"Alive" è simboleggiata dal riff di chitarra iniziale che invita la band a suonare il brano: un paio di note, degli stacchetti ed ecco che placida si avvia all'esecuzione. Eddie Vedder canta libero nelle strofe, per poi sfogarsi in un ritornello in attesa di una chitarra che risponde (sul RE e sul LA). La grinta non manca, ma anche la calma di una chitarra acustica a spezzare la canzone dopo il secondo ritornello, direi, non è niente male. Per non parlare dell'assolo finale, lungo, melodico, pentatonico!!! "Alive" è senza dubbio un brano che merita i primi posti delle classifiche di tutti i tempi, per gli amanti del genere e non. Un brano da 10 e lode.

4- Why Go
Un quattro quarti carico e con dei levati incalzanti dà il via alla quarta canzone dell'album. Violenta, aggressiva, con delle distorsioni allegramente suonate, funkeggianti, sulla scia del miglior Stone Gossard, col solito Mike che regala singole note, apparentemente mal suonate, che arricchiscono quella che è l'andatura della canzone prima del secondo ritornello, con Eddie gridante "Why go on?!", andando ad introdurre un assolo degno dei migliori chitarristi che suonano con la chitarra ciò che davvero sentono, ciò che provano, come fosse sempre improvvisato, diretto. Ottimo brano, tra i migliori ed esaltanti dei PJ.

5- Black
Benvenuti nella poesia dei PJ. La band sarà solita riprendere tempi e suoni di questo brano, quasi ad indicare che le migliori ballate sono solamente canzoni rock cantate con una poesia. E "Black" è una delle più belle della band. Leggera nelle strofe, accattivante e triste nei pre-ritornelli, con un distorto triste che incide gli accordi, e poi, fantasticamente, un piano accompagna Eddie nelle melodie dei ritornelli. Semplice batteria che accompagna enfaticamente il brano, così come il basso. Mike riesce a non metterci TROPPE note e con dei bei riff puliti sulle strofe le chitarre fanno poesia. E, per chi vuole una melodia sempre in testa, le note del piano poi riprese dalla chitarra verso fine canzone, con Eddie che si sgola in una specie di torpiloquio, sono consigliate altamente! Un brano che riesce a dare una sensazione di continuità, di suono sotto effetto di droghe, di sogno. "Black" è una canzone come poche altre al mondo, e sicuramente il suo contributo in un alto voto dell'album è sostanziale. Ripeto: pura poesia. I coretti in "U" sulla parte finale accentuano l'enfasi del brano. Scommetto contro chi dice che questo brano non resta in mente anche per giorni!

6- Jeremy
E quando uno si aspetta che, in un album di esordio, i brani migliori siano finiti, ecco "Jeremy". Dopo "Alive", sicuramente è il pezzo più conosciuto dei PJ. Anche quì troviamo sonorità e melodie che renderanno unica la band nel mondo della musica. Un grande Eddie Vedder indica la possibilità di esprimersi al meglio in un brano. E quale meglio di "Jeremy"? Anche qui il riff di chitarra, quasi alla pari di quello di "Alive", resterà nella storia. Il punto forte del brano è una conclusione lunga (quasi 2 minuti sui 5 totali), condotta da un'apoteosi di strumenti, voci lontane e incrociate, rullante, chitarre al limite del paranoico.

7- Oceans
Semplici accordi accompagnano in una leggerezza musicale la voce di Eddie Vedder. Un sound sobrio, quasi freddo, poco grunge, molto Neil Young. Effetti alla voce, sospensione dei strumenti, accordi e cambi tutt'altro che scontati. Un brano che scivola via, che accompagna l'ascoltatore ad un attimo di pausa, di innata calma, per due minuti e mezzo...

8- Porch
...facendo tornare il grunge quasi improvvisamente. "Porch" è la canzone di spinta nella seconda parte dell'album. Un Eddie Vedder a briglie sciolte canta quasi rappando, com'è nel suo stile ed inteso nel senso più stretto del termine (non fa rap, non mi fraintendete!!!). Innovazione, grunge, rock anni '70 sono i sound che emergono in questo brano. Un assolo povero ed espressivo ne è il lampante esempio.

9- Garden
L'arpeggio iniziale apre il brano a chiare e rilassanti vedute. Sonorità che effettivamente aleggiano nelle strofe, ma il ritornello, per quanto possa esserci qualcosa che traspare come calmo, in realtà le distorsioni, la batteria più incisiva e la voce di Eddie, regala un impatto "grunge depresso", tipico del 1991... :D
L'assolo, ancora una volta Hendrixiano, è davvero musica cantate, una chitarra parlante, un cuore col plettro...

10- Deep
Degno del miglior grunge rock in circolazione, è un pezzo brioso, quasi esagerato, al limite della pazzia, altalenante nelle sonorità. Non molto conosciuto forse a causa delle basse posizioni nell'album, è comunque un brano nel quale i PJ tendono a rockeggiare in maniera poco inedita ma molto divertente.

11- Release
Lenta e poetica conclusione per un grande album. E' un brano tipico B-Side, anche se nei successivi PJ ci sarà più "Release" che "Jeremy", per intenderci. Un brano scorrevole, ululato, particolareggiato da feedback di chitarra. Una buona conclusione. Non eccelsa, ma buona. Sempre grandi Pearl Jam, fino in fondo, comunque. Poi una pausa... e... SURPRISE! A voi l'ascolto

Nun sitz ich hier ich armer Torr... und hab wieder nix zu tun. Hin und wieder hört man Geräusche aus dem Freien. "Aus dem Freien"; nicht dass das so weit weg wäre, um dafür ein fantastisches Gehör zu haben. "Aus dem Freien" ist viel mehr eine Art Synonym für "Draußen". "Draußen" wie "auf der Straße". So wenig hab ich zu tun, dass ich darauf achten kann; dass ich hören kann wie die Kinder draußen spielen; dass ich hören kann wie die Vögel miteinander ein neues Lied rausbringen. Hm, ich glaub mittlerweile haben sie schon genug, um ein eigenes Album rauszubringen. Ich vernehme genauso auch die ganzen Autos, die an meinem Fenster vorbeifahren. Letztens raste ein groß-aufgemotztes Auto hier vorbei: muss etwa 120 PS gewesen sein; eigentlich sehr schade -hätte man eigentlich mehr rausmachen können. Scheinbar war dem Besitzer die Soundanlage mehr wert als der Motor. Ich hätte das Auto doch zu gern mal gesehen, aber... naja... ich hatte Besucher, die meine  Aufmerksamkeit unbedingt haben wollten. Ach, moment: "Besucher" -nochmal- "BESUCHER" Ja, doch! "Besucher" nennt man doch diese Leute, die einen besuchen oder in meinem Fall AUFsuchen. Also waren es doch Besucher. Nicht diese, über die man sicht freut -geschweige denn in den Arm nimmt. Noch nicht mal die Besucher, die unter anderem in meiner Umgebung "Postbote" genannt werden. Ich hätte diesem Besuch am liebsten nicht die Tür geöffnet, aber kann man nix machen. Aber scheinbar hab ich ihm so gut gefallen, dass er Heute nochmal wieder kommen möchte. Müsste jeden Moment soweit sein. Dabei treten "The Birds on Tree" wieder mal auf. Ich glaub sie haben einen neuen Sänger dazu bekommen. Passt super in die Gruppe! Natürlich werden extra für den sanften Einstieg des Neulings die Klassiker dargebracht. Wobei mir grad auffällt, dass sie dabei sind an einem Klassiker zu feilen. Sehr nett! Da bin ich ja mal... Was, jemand ist an der Tür? Doch nicht jetzt!... ähm, ich meinte: ich bin gespannt. Es hat grad geklingelt. Ob's der angekündigte Besuch ist? Die klopfen doch sonst immer wie wild auf die Tür als wollten sie von ihr Schutzgeld erpressen! Nagut, dann mach ich mal auf. Schnell auf den "Aufmach-Kopf" gedrückt und Gäste reinlassen. Zur Sicherheit hole ich mir meine beiden Lieblingswaffen: Funktelefon und Portmonee! Für den Wireless Controller ist jetzt keine Zeit. Müsste ich erst noch suchen. Doch während ich bei der Küche vorbei schlender und nachdenke, ob ich gleich einen Kaffee oder lieber einen Tee zum Schoko-Croissant genießen sollte wird meine hübsche Tür eingeschlagen. Meine schöne Tür! Na, so schön war sie gar nicht. Aber mein schönes Joker-Poster! Joker fragt sich jetzt ebenso wie ich:"Why so...?" Hätte man doch anders regeln können -vor allem, nachdem ich ihnen aufgemacht hab! Dieses Stück Eisen hat's jedenfalls ernst gemeint -besser gesagt "serious"; dieses Fetzen von meinem Poster umklammert nämlich jetzt jenes Stück Eisen. "Stück Eisen" ist jetzt natürlich eine sehr genaue und auf die Zielgruppe gerichtete Bezeichnung, doch hab ich keine Ahnung wie das Ding heißt. "Brecheisen" ist was anderes. Ich werd aus meiner inneren Diskussion über "Brecheisen/Brechstange/wasweißich" rausgerissen, als man mich am Unterkiefer packt und Richtung Wohnzimmer zerrt. Ich nehm die zwischernden Vögel wieder wahr und lass mich von ihnen wieder bisschen aufheitern. Ach, schöner Klang! Nur leider wird er von einer schrägen Stimme niedergerissen. Scheinbar ist das der Anführer oder so was in der Richtung. Keine Ahnung wer diese Leute eigentlich sind? Mafia oder so was? Ich höre ihn nur dummes Zeug schwetzen. Er labert irgendwas von "sie regieren hier", "ich=Müll", "einsteigen oder Wohnung kaputt". Ein Glück müsst ihr ihn nicht hören. Boah, wie der nervt! Er ist schuld, dass ich gleich das Crescendo der Vögel verpasse! Einfach klasse wie die Vögel das so hinbekommen. Wahrscheinlich werden sie als larven geboren, wachsen in einer Musikschule auf, verpuppen sich in einer Substanz, welche wir als "Ei" kennen und schlüpfen mit einer abgeschlossenen Gesangsausbildung aus den Eiern heraus. Und ich bekomm jetzt nicht mit wie sie immer weiter ansteigen. Vielmehr spürr ich wie mein Zorn ansteigt. Während dieser Besucher-Boss von mir verlangt jede Woche ihnen Geld zu geben, fühl ich prüfend in meine rechte Hosentasche. Mein Portmonee ist da, wo's immer ist. Ein Glück! Aber nur benutzen, wenn's wirklich sein muss! "Sende uns dein Geld oder wir werden dich nochmal besuchen kommen! Und DAS werden wir weiterhin machen, wenn du so geizig bist und dein Geld behalten möchtest!" sagt er mir ins Gesicht und zeigt auf einen seiner Männer. Hab schon befürchtet er wolle mich in diesen Mann verwandeln. Fettige Haare -oder ist das Gel? Oder beides?- , ein Gesicht, bei der mir das Wort "Gesichtskrätsche" plötzlich ohne weiteres in den Sinn kommt, ein Wanst, als hätte man es wirklich getan und müsste danach seinen ganzen Schmerz wegfressen. Bitte mich nicht falsch verstehen. Ich hab nichts gegen Übergewichtige -bin selbst nicht grad der Dünnste. Doch dieser Kerl ist grad dabei meine schöne CD- und DVD-Sammlung zu verwüsten. Ich frage, nett wie ich bin, ob sie die vorhin erst nach Alphabet sortierten Medien wenigstens wieder einräumen könnten -muss ja nicht sortiert sein. Irgendwie war Eddie nicht einverstanden. Ihr fragt wer Eddie sei? Der Boss. Klatzbacke hat ihn jedenfalls so genannt. Achja, Klatzbacke ist der Kerl, der meine Sammlung umgeräumt hat. Wollte meine Kreativität bisschen äußern. Doch Klatzbacke und Eddie waren von meiner neuen Idee nicht sehr erfreut. Weder von meiner Aufräumaktion als auch von meiner Namesgebung. Eddie schickt jetzt auch noch seine anderen Kumpanen los. Alle waren auch fleißig dabei meine Bude auf den Kopf zu stellen, während ich auf meinem schönen Bürostuhl hockte und auf's Ende wartete. Nur Mose nicht. Mose kam mir sehr sympathisch vor. Er war eigentlich sehr nett und außerdem will ich später mal meinen Sohn Mose nennen. Was ihn nur getrieben hat in diese Clique reinzufallen? Alle nannten ihn Mus, um ihn zu ärgern. Als ich fragte wieso man ihn nicht Muse nenne grinste er sogar mal. Passte grad so gut, da er dabei war meine Kissen beiseite zu LEGEN. Alle schrien ihn an. Das machte mich noch zorniger und schaute nach, ob mein Telefon immer noch unter dem Bürostuhl lag. Irgendwie musste ich ihn da raus bringen. Für mein Sohn wäre er viel zu alt oder ich viel zu jung, aber einen guten Freund darf man doch immer gewinnen, oder? Also frage ich Eddie; fragen kostet ja nix -zumindest in meiner Wohnung! Er zuckt  eine Pistole raus und hält sie in meine Richtung und befiehlt seinen Leuten ebenfalls ihre Waffen zu ziehen. Er meint wieder irgendwas von "Eindruck hinterlassen" oder so ähnlich. Klatzbacke ballert in meiner Küche rum. Plötzlich höre ich, dass er meine Kaffeemaschine erwischt hat. Na toll! Wofür brauch ich dann noch die ganzen... Ah ok, die Pads hat er jetzt auch erwischt. Genervt von all dem; Tür und damit Poster kaputt, Vogelkonzert verpasst, CD-/DVD-Sammlung durchwühlt, Kaffee-Maschine und -Tabs zerballert und überhaupt die ganze Wohnung geradezu zerstört. Wird ne Menge Arbeit sein hier wieder klar Schiff zu kriegen. Bei "kriegen" gebe ich Eddie ein Angebot: Wenn du dich jetzt einfach verziehst ohne weiter Chaos zu stiften werd ich euch nix tun! Für mich ein faires Angebot. Immerhin zwinge ich sie nicht hier aufzuräumen. Das muss alles immer noch ICH machen. Eddie fängt an wie wild zu lachen und ruft seine Leute wieder zu sich. Alle lehnen sich an die Wand, Schrank oder ähnliches und präsentieren ihre Gewehre und Pistolen, als hätten sie sie erst Gestern zum Geburtstag bekommen. Ich stecke also meine Hände in die Hosentaschen. In der einen Hand halte ich mein Portmonee, in der anderen mein Telefon. Ich wiederhole mein Angebot, doch von Eddie höre ich nur Willst du mich verarschen? Also mache ich ihm anders klar, was ich meinte; kapiert halt nicht jeder: Wenn du jetzt nicht gehst werde ich deine Wahl aktzeptieren. Doch bedenke deine Wahl beinhaltet den gewünschten Tod. Ist nicht ein Wunsch, dem ich jeden erfülle, doch du scheinst wert zu sein, dir diesen Wunsch zu erfüllen. Und weil du bestimmt Gemeinschaft brauchst werde ich deine Leute mit dir schicken. Nur Mose nicht. Er hat mir nix getan! Außerdem muss mir ja auch einer helfen wieder Ordnung ins Chaos zu bringen! Ich frage mich, ob er es jetzt richtig verstanden hat, zieh mein Portmanee, halte es ihm hin und frage ob alles klar sei. Er greift nach dem Portmanee und verlangt viel Geld. Ein Betrag mit einer Anzahl Nullen nach der 1, die meinem ganzen Portmaneeinhalt übersteigt 100.000 € müssen es gewesen sein -hatte grad nur 2,43 € drin oder so, weil ich einkaufen gewesen bin und hab es nicht wieder vollgetankt. Ich merke er hat's nicht gerafft, steh auf, immer noch mein Portmanee haltend schau ich in Richtung Küche. Sehr schön. Ich kann erkennen, dass noch eine M4-Ladung auf dem Tisch liegt. Oh, verzeiht: Eine M4-Ladung ist einfach ein Pack Mehl und ein mit Klebeband befestigtes Centstück. Hab ich in Anlehnung an C4 so genannt -um mal wieder meine teilweise bekannte Kreativität Ausdruck zu verleihen. Ich nehme meine linke Hand aus der Hosentasche und nehme mein anderes Centstück aus der Poloshirttasche oder wie die auch immer heißen mag. Ihr wisst schon: diese "Tasche", die's auch bei vielen Hemden gibt. Ich verdeutliche Mose in Deckung zu gehen. Eddie will FEUER schrein doch schon vor der ersten Silbe lass ich meine M4-Ladung hochgehen, indem ich auf den Centstück drücke. 2 Eddie-Leute erwischt; so wieviel bleiben noch? Schnell nochmal nachzählen: 6, 7, 8, Mose wäre Nummer 9. Ja, es müssen 11 gewesen sein. Also richtig gezählt. Die Bande fängt an los zu feuern. Ich spring hinter mein Sofa. Ja, doof, ne? Aber was besseres als Deckung hatte ich grad nicht zur Hand. Doch was sehe ich zu meinem Entsetzen: Mein Controller! Unter dem Sofa? Was hat der denn DA verloren? Und zum Glück ein Pack Tempotaschen. Ich stecke mein Controller in meine rechte Hosentasche, schnelle nach oben und zeige ihnen, was ich gefunden hab. Er schaut mich fragend an. Hab vergessen, dass er ja nicht ahnen konnte, was ich damit vorhab -geschweige denn was ich so alles kann; bin ja selbst jedes Mal auf's Neue erstaunt. Ich gebe also ein paar Schüsse aus meinem Portmanee ab und treffe wieder einen -macht also nur noch 7 Feinde. Eddie hab ich leider nur an der Backe gestreift. Musste mich zu schnell wieder in Deckung bringen, als dass ich den Schuss sicher ins Ziel bringen konnte. Ich reis den Verschlussteil der Tempo-Packung ab und werf sie zu Klatzbacke und zwei weiteren Leuten. Eigentlich doof ihn Klatzbacke zu nennen -auch wenn ich ihn nicht besonders gern habe, doch leider weiß ich nicht wie er heißt und jetzt nochmal nachzufragen wäre glaub ich nicht so gut. Dazu ist es jetzt eine unpassende Gelegenheit. Ich sehe wie Klatzbacke wundernd die Packung anstarrt und BOOM! dann von ihr getroffen wird. Die andern beiden auch. Halt, den einen nicht; er greift wieder zur Pistole. Bevor ich ihn treffen kann spür ich wie mich eine Kugel an der Hand berührt. Zum Glück nur ein Streifschuss, doch ausreichend, dass ich mein Portmanee fallen lasse. Dauert zu lang es aufzuheben, also leg ich mit meinem Controller los. Zuerst ein paar Salven auf den vorhin angepeilten und weitere auf Nummer 8, bleiben nur noch 2. Ich sehe Mose nicht mehr. Ist er abgehauen? Wäre gut so. Nur sehe ich die Tür geschlossen und keine Fenster offen. Komisch, aber ich hab noch was zu erledigen. Ich höre Schritte und Namen rufen. Eddie muss 4-5 Leute noch als Reserve gehabt haben. Schnell einen Blick riskieren. Einer versucht auf Mose zu schießen, den ich gerade wieder gefunden habe. Ich ziehe also noch mein Telefon und beschiese sie. Mit Eddie sind's jetzt 8 Leute, -2 macht nur noch 6. Wieso müssen die ausgerechnet hier ins Schlafzimmer reinballern!? Moment, ich bin im Schlafzimmer? Ich hab doch immer paar Pack Taschentücher in der Schublade. Wieso hab ichdas nur vergessen? Ich hol auch die Flasche neben dem Bett und werfe sie und die Packs nacheinander Eddies Leuten und ihm selbst entgegen. Sie springen in Deckung, was mich ziemlich amüsiert. Denn immerhin hab ich noch die Kontrolle, was hier zu Granaten wird und was nicht. Ich biete Eddie nochmal eine letzte Chance an jetzt zu gehen. Er sieht's endlich ein und haut ab. Zerrt mit einem anderen Mose nach draußen. Ich zwinge Eddie Mose frei zu lassen, doch er fängt wieder an auf mich zu schießen und sagt er wäre wichtig. Wichtig? Wofür? Mose hilft der Gruppe nicht, lässt sich sogar von mir kommandieren und ist trotzdem wichtig für Eddie? Doch bevor ich sie aufhalten kann, geht ein versteckter Sprengsatz hoch. Ich werde nicht selbst getroffen, doch von der Wucht der Explosion durch mein Wohnzimmer auf den Balkon geschossen. So ein Mist! Sie sind weg und ich muss hier aufräumen. Alleine. Und auch noch ohne Musik. Die Vögel sind natürlich alle erschrocken weggeflattert.

Das Säubern ist nun allemal nicht mein größtes Problem. Viel mehr muss ich mich fragen wie ich meinem Vermieter erkläre was hier passiert ist. Mein Raumgestalter hat bisschen Blödsinn gemacht. ? Oder besser: Haben Sie schon mal Feng Shui ausprobiert? Soll ich ihm die Wahrheit sagen? Ob er die mir abkaufen wird? Und meiner Freundin? Schatz, bevor ich wieder geh wollte ich nur schnell sagen, dass ich mit einer Wasserflasche besser schießen kann wie ein Elite-Soldat mit seinem Gewehr; für weitere Entfernungen benutz ich ein einfaches Glas als... .Ach, was soll's!? Doch früher oder später muss sie es erfahren. Vielleicht stellt sich ja raus, dass sie auch so was kann. Hey, jetzt wo du's ansprichst kann ich's ja auch sagen: Ich bin Storm und hab erst letztens bei unserem Picknick das Wetter schön werden lassen! Hm, wäre ja auch zu schön. Sollte ich fliehen? NEIN! Das bringt mich auch nicht weiter.

Erst mal wird aufgeräumt und Ordnung geschaffen. Morgen sehen wir weiter! Erst mal den Schutt zusammenrechen. Morgen ist auch noch ein Tag! Erst mal die Sammlung sortieren. Vielleicht gibt's ja auch erstmal gar nichts zu klären. Vielleicht... "

Alle, die es bis hierher geschaft haben: Hier kommt meine Erklärung für die oben verfasste Geschichte:

Früher hab ich immer mal ganz gerne mit den Fernbedienungen gespielt. Halt so, als ob sie Pistolen, Gewehre u.Ä. gewesen wären. Dieser "Held", der die Geschichte erzählt ist jemand, der aus jedem Gegenstand eine Waffe machen kann. Sie werden nicht umgeformt, er kann sie einfach das machen lassen. So könnte er mit einer DVD-Box erst schießen und sie schließlich als Granate verwenden. So ähnlich wie Gambit, der sämtliche Dinge zum Explodieren bringen kann (er benutzt meistes Pokerkarten). Ich hab den Titel "GunMan - Weapon of Choice" aus verschiedenen Gründen gewählt: GunMan soll nicht "Amokläufer" bedeuten (hab mal nachgeforscht, ob das was bestimmtest heißt^^), ich hab einfach an die anderen Superhelden gedacht, deren Namen alle mit "Man" enden -Batman, Spiderman, Ironman,...- und "Gun" würde doch ganz gut zu seinen Fähigkeiten passen. Naja, ist noch ausbaufähig. "Weapon of Choice" ist ein Lied von Fatboy Slim. Ich weiß nicht, worum es bei dem Song geht, aber er passt ganz gut zu meiner Geschichte. "Weapon of Choice" soll so viel heißen wie "Wahl der Waffen" und diese Wahl hat ja mein Held. Natürlich würe ich gern ein Comic zeichnen, doch dazu fehlt mir das nötige Können. Müsst ihr also erst mal drauf verzichten -oder dürft? ;)

Ideen für später:

• Es kommt raus, dass Mose auch Superkräfte hat; was genau ist noch nicht klar
• "Held" baut Sniper-Gewehr aus Funktelefon: Antenne=Schalldämpfer, dünnes Glas=Zielfernrohr
• "Held" kommt in eine Elite-Truppe und wird ausgebildet -oder wurde bereits ausgebildet? Er benutzt daher auch gerne richtige Gewehre --> unendlich Munition und Magazine als Granaten

Ich hoffe es hat euch wenigstens ein bisschen gefallen!! Und ich hoffe ich werd demnächst mal wieder dazu kommen, was von mir zu schreiben :-) Was ich im Moment so mache bzw. vorhabe zu tun.

Bis dahin sag ich Auf Wiedersehen und eine schöne Woche!!

Lieben Gruß
joni

At the request of Ernie Banks, Eddie [Vedder] threw together a song for the Cubs ("All the Way"). He got a pretty good live version of it at the Auditorium Theatre in Chicago this August. It's now being played on Chicago radio and at the Bleacher Bars around Wrigleyville. We have decided to make the song available for download - you can get it here in the next few days [18.09.08] . Check back here for the latest.

Denn er ist aus Illinois.

Update: hier bei youtube

In other news . . .

James's first little passport has arrived already!  He looks kinda dopey in it, actually, but Mom says everyone's passport picture is bad!

La pochette de l'album est due à Derek Riggs, où l'on peut voir Eddie jouant avec le diable.

Le titre fait référence au Nombre de la bête 666 qui symboliserait la bête de l'apocalypse selon st Jean (livre des Revelations Chapitre 13, verset 18). À cause de cette pochette et de son image, Iron Maiden fut fréquemment accusé d'être composé de satanistes, à tort.

Cet album est considéré par certains comme le meilleur album du groupe grâce à des morceaux comme : The Number of The Beast, Run To The Hills et Hallowed Be Thy Name. Il a été qualifié d'album classique par l'organisme Billboard en l'an 2000. The Number of The Beast se positionne au n° 1 du classement des ventes en Angleterre dès sa première semaine de vente pour y rester pendant 5 semaines.

Un DVD The Number of the Beast, sorti en 2001 retrace l'enregistrement de cet album.

Titres de l'album:

Invaders: (5 sur 10: chanson assez décevante)

Children of the damned: (9 sur 10: excellente chanson, au riff magnifique et au refrain surpuissant)

The Prisoner: (6,5 sur 10: le refrain est très bien mais le reste ne suit pas. Dommage)

22 Acacia Avenue: (9 sur 10: un des meilleurs titres de l'album)

The Number of the Beast: (10 sur 10: un des plus célèbres titres de Iron Maiden, souvent considéré comme le meilleur de tous)

Run to the Hills: (10 sur 10: tout comme The Number of the Beast, cette chanson est incontournable)

Gangland: (8 sur 10: morceaux sympathique voire assez agréable)

Hallowed be Thy Name: (10 sur 10: également un titre très célèbre, néanmoins, joué avec plus d'agressivité, il serait encore mieu je pense [voir le live de Death On the Road])

The Number of the Beast est un des meilleurs albums de Iron Maiden, si çe n'est le meilleur. Avec des tubes comme Run to the Hills, Hallowed be thy Name et The Number of the Beast, il s'impose comme un classique du heavy metal. A écouter absolument.

A princípio o que me chamou a atenção nessa série foi a forma como ela conseguia misturar perfeitamente drama e comédia. Mesmo nos episódios mais tensos, o humor sempre está presente. Um humor negro inteligente, que virou uma marca registrada da série. A cena inicial é um perfeito exemplo do que acabei de dizer. No início somos surpreendidos pelo suicídio de uma moradora do subúrbio, Mary Alice, que, aparentemente, levava uma vida perfeita e logo depois morremos de rir com a cena de Martha Huber roubando o liquidificador de sua vizinha morta.

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Depois de exibir as duas primeiras temporadas, a RedeTv, emissora que exibia DH, decidiu copiar criar, baseada na versão original, uma versão brasileira, que diga-se de passagem, revelou-se ser algo de péssimo gosto que não vale a pena ser comentado. Coincidementemente, nesse período chegou banda larga na minha casa e pude fazer o download dos episódios de onde tinha parado.

Foi assim que entrei no "mundo das séries". Graças à DH fiquei familiarizado com fórums, portais e comunidades relacionados a seriados e comecei a baixar alguns que já conhecia, como The New Adventures of Old Chistine e Arrested Development. Bom, mas esse já é um assunto para outro post.

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Ao longo de quatro temporadas não pude deixar de notar como o enredo dessa série é incrível. Com um ótimo roteiro, as tramas envolvem os personagens em romaneces, muito mistérios e assassinatos, tudo isso com um toque de surrealismo que faz com que, na maioria das vezes, os desfechos tornem-se memoráveis.

As personagens principais merecem destaque. Cada uma possui características próprias muito fortes e exageradas, às vezes, chegando a parecer caricaturas.

A Bree é a minha favorita. Não pela personagem em si, pois ela possui bastante defeitos, mas sim pelo fato de que podemos aprender bastante com as suas falhas. Ela é o estereótipo da Dona de Casa estadunidense perfeita e a série, muitas vezes, faz críticas à sociedade americana através dela. Na minha opinião, a Bree é a que, geralmente, têm as melhores storylines. Ela sempre está envolvida nos mistérios e assassinatos da série. E eu adoro as caras que a personagem faz, são ótimas. E a Marcia Cross é simplesmente linda!

A mais atrapalhada das Donas de Casa é a Susan. Ela é de longe a mais engraçada. Adoro o jeito dela, sempre se mete em situações cômicas que rendem boas risadas. Apesar de suas histórias sempre girarem em torno de seu lado romântico ela é uma ótima personagem e é a minha segunda favotita.

Já a Lynette é a típica esposa com filhos que se vê dividida entre a sua carreira e sua responsabilidade como mãe. Ela e o Tom formam o casal mais real da série. Adoro ver como eles sempre conseguem resolver os seus problemas e continuam juntos depois de tudo. A personagem têm uma carga dramática muito forte e a Felicity Huffman não deixa a desejar, mereceu o Emmy que ganhou em 2005.

A princípio, a Gabrielle foi a que eu menos gostei. Apesar de adorar o jeito glamuroso e fútil dela, as suas cenas, geralmente, giravam em torno do seu caso com o jardineiro e não eram muito interessantes. Mas ao longo dos episódios ela provou que consegue fazer tanto drama como comédia.

A Eddie é demais! Eu sempre a considerei a quinta Housewife. O que eu mais gosto nela é que ela não tem medo de falar o que pensa. Lembro que fiquei muito triste quando assisti a Season Finale da Terceira Temporada e pensei que ela tinha morrido. Wisteria Lane não seria o mesmo sem ela.

E claro, não poderia esquecer de falar da Mary Alice. As suas quotes ao longo da série são um luxo à parte. Ela expõe suas refelxões observando a vida de suas amigas, e muitas vezes me identifico com elas.

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Depois de longos meses de espera a minha série favorita está prestes a estrear sua quinta temporada. Mais precisamente no dia 28/09,  o qual também retornarão, Brothers & Sisters e Dexter, outros seriados que acompanho.

Estou super ansioso para ver como ficarão os personagens depois do pulo de cinco anos que houve no final da temporada passada. Foi genial avançar no futuro e mostar como a vida das Donas de Casa acabou não sendo como elas achavam que seria. Acho que a série foi bem real nesse ponto.

As mudanças mais drásticas, na minha opinião, foram com a Gabby que está pobre e com filhos, e com a Susan que está sem o Mike com quem ela foi apaixonada durante a série inteira. Vai ser interessante ver como isso aconteceu com elas. E também estou curioso para ver a Katherine como uma Housewife.

Nossa, como eu escrevi! Quando o assunto é "séries" sou bastante prolixo mesmo, especialmente quando se trata de Desperate Housewives. Acho que ninguém vai ler isso aqui, mas eu nem me importo muito. Gostei de escrever o meu primeiro post do meu blog e espero estar atualizando-o com fequência. :)

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