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Dog for sale: eats anything and is fond of children.
→ Dog for sale: fond of children. Eats anything.
For sale: antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs
and large drawers.
→ For sale: lady’s antique desk with thick legs and large drawers.
If you haven’t shot yourself with Smith’s ammunition you haven’t lived.
→ If you haven’t yourself shot with Smith’s ammunition you haven’t lived.
From the series ”Don’t bite off more than you can chew”, I give you Fringe, the latest addition to my lazy-crazy schedule. Fringe is the sixth show I’m watching on a weekly basis and I’m pretty sure six is the ideal amount of TV crap my brain can absorb without any structural damage. So what is it about? Well, its name comes from fringe science, the science that deals with mind-control, shape-shifting, and other weird things you see on tv and make you want to say “Dude, what the fuck?” (politics not included). Of course, as in every sci-fi movie that respects itself there is an FBI division that deals with these unusual problems and hides the truth from the general public.
The main character is a blonde-haired, smartass girl that kind of makes all the men on the show look bad. Let me rephrase that: Olivia Dunham definitely makes all the male characters look bad. I mean, she is an ambitious, tough, hard-working agent with a nice body and a beautiful mind. She is a Wonder Woman without the silly costume. She’s good on her own but even better when her team is backing her up.
The science team features Peter and Walter Bishop, the rebel genius and his father, an archetypal mad scientist that spent 17 years of his life in a mental institution. They are sometimes helped by Nina Sharp, the CEO of Massive Dynamic, the global corporation that seems to be behind most of the freaky accidents the Fringe Division is dealing with. To spice up things even more, Massic Dynamic’s chairman proves to be William Bell, Walter Bishop’s former lab partner.
Fringe is kind of cool with all those dead, weird people droping by Bishop’s lab to help him figure out what the hell is going on with the world today and how he can stop it. Most of the times, dr. Walter Bishop simply realizes he is the mastermind who created all the genetically modified beings walking around killing people, but, hey, what fun would we have if he would just get his memory back and put an end to this never-ending ”pattern” circus?
Before sunrise is my favorite movie of all time; it’s the kind of love story I want to experience. No mambo-jumbo, no stupid pick-up lines, no rules, no planning, no social analysis, no friends sticking their noses where they don’t belong, no romantic masquerade, no extraordinary Hollywood crap. No.
My perfect love story would be something like this: a boy and a girl, perfect strangers to one another, meet by chance in a train travelling throughout Europe, they start talking, getting to know each other, share special moments without a care in the world. A simple love story with simple people. The type of people who don’t stick to the standard relationship thing where you go on a date, bring flowers and follow some stupid rules.
If you ask me, having a day to day routine really sucks and no matter what others may be expecting of me, I don’t feel like a normal relationship, building a house and buying a car really suits me. Yes, I know, that’s pretty much the dream of every normal , sane person in this whole world but that’s just it, I’m not that sane person that spends all its days sticking to some bullshit agenda. Sleeping, watching movies, shopping and all that crap doesn’t really work for me. It simply doesn’t. Not by any chance. When I wake up in the morning and I realize I’m still in the same old room with the same old friends doing the same old things over and over again, I really feel like I’m throwing my life away.
I long for the kind of relationship Jessie and Celine have, the funny, sweet, childish story of two young adults living their life, doing crazy things, telling jokes during a nighttime walk through an unknown city where nobody knows them and nobody cares who they are. I vote for the kind of guy who would voluntarily go to the end of the world just to see if he can reach it, one who isn’t afraid of all the embarrassing moments, one who appreciates all the small things in life, things others ignore, one who isn’t afraid of trading a life of certain comfort for one of unending adventure.
I’d rather work all day long and then spend two or three years of my life in a foreign country helping people who need it than just be in a normal, social accepted relationship in which I can feel no passion nor happiness. I respect my parents and the only real reason I’m still around here it’s that I want to keep my end of the deal. I’ll finish school and get a job, but after that, after I get some money saved up, I want to fly away, do something meaningful with my life, create beautiful stories I can later tell my children. Am I crazy? Probably, but I don’t want to destroy somebody’s life in the name of a “not so good, not so bad relationship”. I think dreams give life its beauty and if I can’t really follow my dreams what’s the whole point of living?
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