Monday, February 21, 2011

Bow And Arrow Old Windows Game

Return of the Living Dead


All is silent for a long time, no updates to the damn football final at 5 (The year was 2010), yet the team is still very much alive, still with the same characters, a bit 'more old and bruised but always with the enthusiasm and desire to play together, maybe (for once) also trying to win something.
We are always labeled as the favorites, the team to beat, and eventually someone always beats ....... what a drag. In those moments (believe me, I have lived many, perhaps too much) you want to cry, to say enough, it's time to stop and then after a while you find yourself back to the DSU Semra to register the same names on the damn damn list and discuss with the girl (antipaticissima) for a medical certificate with no region code or without the signature of a doctor who is almost certainly your father or your uncle.
All this because basically I'm convinced (and I did not think would ever happen) that is really the important part, of course winning would certainly tempting, but I still can not know that I know .......; xò with certainty how much I enjoy finding myself in the dressing room with you, to hear the usual bullshit, the same lines of all time, but every time you steal a smile, make you forget all the problems, and I encourage people to go forward to the next game, hopefully it will not be the last.
is why oggi io vi dico andate in campo si per vincere, ma pensate per prima cosa a divertirvi, è questo ilgiusto spirito, non v'incazzate se un compagno non vi passa una palla solo perchè deve prima verificare se l'avversario può prendere 3 tunnel di fila senza incazzarsi, non v'incazzate se il goal non arriva, prima o poi succederà e se anche non succede, cmq l'importante è tornare nello spogliatoio e potersi guardare negli occhi sapendo che ognuno di noi ha dato il massimo, questa è la vera vittoria, dare tutto sempre e cmq, poi se c'è qualcuno più bravo di noi pazienza, ma ce lo deve prima dimostrare sul campo.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Maxine's Birthday Cards

Happy Birthday to me!

Instead of the usual cake ... ;-)



Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Ge Microwave Troubleshooting

long road to BilBolBul, Marco Tabilio

How good tradition here we are again, the usual appointment with the long road to Bilbolbul.
It 's a rather windy Tuesday at Hamburg. The wind has taken away my beautiful tonsils, which now appear to be two beautiful Cocomo.
Without the seeds inside though.
E 'satisfaction but also a Tuesday! The aficionados will recall the post in which I spoke of my animation for the course of Stefano Ricci.
Well, today I finally broke the brush, when the last frame and cinquecentoquarantesimo! After much
tribble and patience, as well as accompanying beer, tomorrow, after the assembly will come to light my little child, whose working title is " Unduetrè . This

, well because I'm enjoying as a pig, I say why do not you think that I'll stay here with our arms folded, looking at me with illustrations by illustrators enslaved friends and, of course, not paid!

After the usual advice for latecomers, to go and reread the old posts, gentlemen, this is a golden stake for ammazzacaffè.
Today we are dealing with a fumettistanonchèillustratorenonchèscrittorenonchèsuonatoredifisarmonica.

Ladies and dolls, presents his personal ammazzacaffè,

MARCO STABILITY





get a great career here in the gallery matacafè, this material and Trentino character.
Today I enjoy this very post, and also tell you why. Marco Marco said Tabilio Tabilio is my companion venture here in Hamburg. From early September. It will stay here a semester while I am about to return. Marco
I really know almost here. With him I went canoeing, hiking fact, drank wine, played dice on the North Sea, the lake and all the tables in Hamburg, take the metro, danced, sung, drawn, imagined, designed, lost time at the computer . We drank beer during the derby, we played football and we have prepared Italian pasta for German tourists. I met someone who
looks like what he writes, that he designs. He says, his is a world populated by priests drunkards, thieves, mercenaries, bastards, players and drinkers.
And I'm not surprised to find that world to play his accordion.
Among other things, is 'material' as his illustrations, his comics. His brush has refined over the years, has discovered the pleasure of painting and does it very well.
I love the way it draws why you feel it, feel it under your fingers. if its a touching illustration diobono is as if you were holding that gun, painting, that glass of wine, the accordion (for argilesi, I'm talking about musical instrument).

Mark is truly a great illustrator, earth colors and pastels. Daughters see him, to his clothes. If you wear something red, say, means that just the tops brown has finished.
choice.
is specializing among other things with computers, video production is already established reality, as well as unrestrained passion. Recently
is also critical for the sojourner, the magazine edited by Goffredo Fofi (re-read the line again, please). His articles have also appeared on Hamelin.


short, more than tell you to go on his blog to discover his world and enjoy this beautiful picture I do not know what to tell you, dear people hungry purple, red, bleu.

I want us to Mark a lot of good, and I hope, as we are promising for a while, to sing with him on the street, playing his accordion.
canzonacce Maybe, maybe popular, but maybe not too bright.

From Marco, we go into that bar. There I saw a priest get a little drunk.
We're going to confession.


Mark's blog!
http://www.marcotabilio.jimdo.com/

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

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long road to BilBolBul, Alice Socal

forgive the delay ladies and gentlemen.
are moments of pain and fever, sweats, and those lines that accompany these beautiful days of the blackbird! It is now February, the air smells of fog here in Hamburg.
exams, projects to finish books to print.
You will soon see the fruits of work began five months ago parbleu now! This week should be the last fingers of pathos and black ink and white acrylic. Let us not lose the thread
cyber friends.
talked about the fog. A snow
Bologna, Hamburg is the fog.
Is there anything it touches.

This is where I do not see great atmosphere, definitely very sexy, which will introduce the third artist of this long road towards Bilbolbul.
We only stop to pee, ok?

There were a few hairy kid if he had lost the pieces, I suggest seeing previous posts.


But now, boys and girls, here The ammazzacaffè of

ALICE SOCAL



Let's talk about Alice. Now that I have a
Socal unpublished original FileZ between my computer, I can do. I speak to her.
Alice lives in Hamburg for three years or so. He just gave the last exam with attached exhibit (beautiful, I was there, would not you, to moh) before the 'diploma' at HAW, the school and I Mark Tabilio good (you will hear about him soon) we are attending as Erasmus.
His stories are surreal, sometimes melancholy, certainly suggestive. I would call the
tasty. In the sense that each page is a little surprise, kleine bon bon to be discovered. The sign
light takes your hand, you say 'come on, let's have a beer Astra dentroc'è too much smoke here'.
addition to the comic is also very good illlustratrice, mastery of a self-paced und acrylic watercolor. Her children dinosaur with a soak in the background are cool. Rest
a vulgar, oh.

Alice began to writhe around and enjoy the magical world of publishing. Guest sets of Judah and other magazines Bilbolbulàgna unveils a solo exhibition at the walls by the very talented Bartleby.
'Luke, even the bad guys get old' will be the name of the show and his new comic book that will present on the occasion of the Festival. For more information

Innauguration of the show, you are connected to the site of the Festival!
I think this is not a goal, what a wonderful springboard for Alice. From mò Alis, jump!

that the fog is going on.




And now, as usual, the link to Alice!

Flashfumetto ...
http://www.flashfumetto.it/artisti/professionisti_pagina/id-75


and blog!
http://vuoto-incipiente.blogspot.com/