Archive for January, 2012

Thank you Kelly for being there!

We love Kelly Brook!

I know, I know, she IS a woman. I didn’t say I want to go out and have a chat with her.

I only think she is a great role model aesthetically speaking.


Why I hate women


I hate women.

I know that I am one too but I am quite good in not behaving like one.

Of course I am talking about the women I know. The ones that live in a big modern city in the west of the world.

It has not always been like that.

When I was very young I truly believed in all those feminist bullshit about girls being better than boys.

Then I discovered that even little girls are very duplicitous and scheming . And life at the  secondary school was like a  bad written-not-glossy soap opera.

Back then boys kept playing soccer, and laughing for silly jokes and swearing a lot.  A very much simpler lifestyle.

I grew up playing with my bigger male cousins. And I learnt to love Role Playing,  Sci-Fi, Fantasy, action movies , horror  movies and comics and videogames and all that silly and funny stuff.

Then I got my first boyfriend and I learnt to love heavy metal.

At the time I was attending an high school with a very small percentage of male population and  I finally discovered that I had nothing to share with my rich teenage  classmates.

Since then my friends are always been male.

And I’ve seen from their point of view how they were mistreated by the girls who claims to be “sooo  sensitive”.

Basically a woman is a being who doesn’t have a clue of what she want but anyway wants it  at any cost.

This way she will  always be unhappy and frustrated.

Handle with care.

I will try to explain further in the future how this unbelivably convoluted creature works.

It may turn out to be usefull.

Forgive me I’m from Italy

And this time not for our former premier grossness (At the moment it seems that we have at least partially  succeeded in getting rid of the disgusting dwarf).

I’m her to apologize for my english.

You have to know that I’m quite good compared with rest of the italian lot.

Basically italians don’t know english.

Dubbing is to blame.

Every movie you watch in Italy is dubbed.

Once, until the first 90’s, american actors used to be quite lame.

Since the italian dubbing is very emphatic, it  often made them a huge service enhancing their performances.

I didn’t watch movies in english back then and once I made the mistake of trying Matrix in his original language.

The ultra-cool Neo talked like a traumatized hamster.

Then I tried Interview with the Vampire.

Since back then apparently dental prosthetic still needed a bit of work, my erotic dream Lestat the vampire ( I was young) spelt every s with an embarrassing shushing sound.

Now american actors have become amazing.

And italian dubbing is getting worse every year.  The performances are very pompous and theatrical and so distant from the often very personal and peculiar original voices.

I cannot go to the cinema anymore because I can’t stand dubbing.

Not that italian actors are better.

They really really sucks.

Anyway since italians always manage to make themselves understood to a certain degree they don’t apply themself to the task of learning english.

It his a bit cocky of me to decide to write my blog in english but I thought it could be a good exercise.

Also I don’t think my friends will really be interested in what I write since I have already express my opinions to them in person.

So maybe someone else will.

Whatever I will decide to write on this blog.

That it is not exactly clear to me at the moment.

Clearly people who work for  advertising agency are not normal.

I don’t know how it is in the rest of the world but in Italy they really are abunch of freaks.

And I don’t mean freak in a funny-nerdy-artistic way.

First of all to work in an agency you have to not be able of doing absolutely nothing.

I mena it. If you know how to draw,  to write or  even how to use a computer, then you are not up to the role.

Then you have to know a special language to use to speak at lengh without hardly express a single concept.

And they are totally (maybe surgically) deprived of any trace of sense of humor.

If you make a joke they will watch you suspiciously like my mom’s dog confronted with the cheaper dog food.

Yesterday I spent one hour with a girl from a very big Agency, explainig to  me a picture of a bread loaf  -_-‘

I hope I have been subtle enough not to make her feel what I really thought of her  of her bread loaf and of her line of work.


Shushu in all is evil charme.

Mayas knew it.


Shushu is 10

I have a bad feeling about this