<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498</id><updated>2011-12-18T01:38:22.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mars from venus</title><subtitle type='html'>un blog de cosas allí...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-115074272962778844</id><published>2006-06-19T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T13:45:29.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ya</title><content type='html'>rato sin publicar una nueva entrada... y aqui voy, para anunciar tambien que este blog llega a su fin, como terapia de desparche ha cumplido su cometido... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-adios nora, te quiero- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd... por favor visiten mis nuevos proyectos, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://comits.blogspot.com/ &lt;br /&gt;http://elclubdelosdiscos.blogspot.com/ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m . a .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-115074272962778844?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/115074272962778844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=115074272962778844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/115074272962778844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/115074272962778844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2006/06/ya.html' title='ya'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-114065373674842916</id><published>2006-02-22T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T19:15:36.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>de palo</title><content type='html'>Kaw-liga was a wooden Indian standing by the door.&lt;br /&gt;He fell in love with an Indian maiden over in the antique store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, &lt;br /&gt;So she could never answer "yes" or "no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he never got a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;Poor ol' Kaw-liga, he don't know what he missed. &lt;br /&gt;Is it any wonder that his face is red? &lt;br /&gt;Kaw-liga, that poor ol' wooden head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He always wore his Sunday feathers and held a tomahawk. &lt;br /&gt;The maiden wore her beads and braids and hoped some day he'd&lt;br /&gt;talk.&lt;br /&gt;Kaw-liga, too stubborn to ever show a sign, &lt;br /&gt;Because his heart was made of knotty pine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaw-liga was a lonely Indian, never went nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;His heart was set on the Indian maid with the coal black hair.&lt;br /&gt;Kaw-liga just stood there and never let it show, &lt;br /&gt;So she could never answer "yes" or "no." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day a wealthy customer bought the Indian maid, &lt;br /&gt;And took her, oh, so far away, but ol' Kaw-liga stayed. &lt;br /&gt;Kaw-liga just stands there as lonely as can be, &lt;br /&gt;And wishes he was still an old pine tree.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-114065373674842916?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/114065373674842916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=114065373674842916' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/114065373674842916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/114065373674842916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2006/02/de-palo.html' title='de palo'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-114012290851662777</id><published>2006-02-16T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T15:48:28.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>yo no soy asi</title><content type='html'>a ver, &lt;br /&gt;en los dos ultimos anios he perdido parte de mi ''legendaria paciencia'', (en especial a loque a relaciones se refiere. lo fui durante mucho tiempo y me di cuenta que no valia la pena perder tiempo y juventud en ello, me di cuenta  de que a la mayoria de la gente -y en especial la gente joven- invierte y pierde mucho tiempo de su vida en relaciones enfermizas y destructivas, relaciones esteriles donde sila lucha por anular al otro es constante). &lt;br /&gt;que te puedo decir, no, no, no, no. no me gusto estar con una ninia caprichosa, con alguien que no sabe comunicarse (yo no lo hago muy bien, pero que alguien sea mas cabeciduro que yo, me parece peor. ya me he aguantado a mucha gente asi. no lo quiero mas), los celos cuando no habia por que (aparte de que no habia ''otra'', celos por que? somos novios? nos comprometimos ya o que? solo habia que estar, felices, tranquilos, felices. pero no... intensa es la palabra). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigue habiendo mcuho de esta persona que me gusta, pero ya no se. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo no soy asi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''everybody's talking'' (en version de manta ray)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-114012290851662777?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/114012290851662777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=114012290851662777' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/114012290851662777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/114012290851662777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2006/02/yo-no-soy-asi.html' title='yo no soy asi'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-114002725892870650</id><published>2006-02-15T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:14:18.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget it&lt;br /&gt;It's just a silly phase I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;And just because&lt;br /&gt;I call you up&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, no no, it's because.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to see you&lt;br /&gt;But then again&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you mean that much to me&lt;br /&gt;So if I call you&lt;br /&gt;Don't make a fuss&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell your friends about the two of us&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, no no, it's because.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep your picture&lt;br /&gt;Upon the wall&lt;br /&gt;It hides a nasty stain that's lying there&lt;br /&gt;So don't you ask me&lt;br /&gt;To give it back &lt;br /&gt;I know you know it doesn't mean that much to me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love, no no, it's because.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you'll wait a long time for me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you'll wait a long time&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you'll wait a long time for me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you'll wait a long time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;So don't forget it&lt;br /&gt;It's just a silly phase I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;And just because I call you up&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, don't think you've got it made&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;I'm not in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-114002725892870650?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/114002725892870650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=114002725892870650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/114002725892870650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/114002725892870650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-113981277348119909</id><published>2006-02-13T01:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T13:20:57.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>keep coming back</title><content type='html'>rato, rato sin poner nadita por aki. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cosas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- broken hearted (es bien raro cuando es uno mismo el que se rompe el corazon) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- musica, siempre, bienvenida en mi corazon. new wave, cool wave (tuxedo si!)... mmm glam, some glitch y me tendras a tu lado. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- vi algunas pelis esta semana pasada (como el bonito ep de radio dept.). a saber: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "permanent vacation" (un jarmusch estudiante. interesante. hay un muy buen     chiste, pillenselo) &lt;br /&gt;    "la travesia del emperador" (bien en general -nice music-. mal, doblada), &lt;br /&gt;    "point blank" (buenisima) &lt;br /&gt;    "2046" (no me gusto. ya) &lt;br /&gt;    "mars attacks" (de nuevo) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sonido: &lt;br /&gt;   cat power "werewolf" &lt;br /&gt;   hot chip "beeting" &lt;br /&gt;   tuxedomoon "anythin you want" &lt;br /&gt;   anita lane &amp; blixa bargeld "how long have we known each other?" &lt;br /&gt;   maria daniela y su sonido lasser "miedo" &lt;br /&gt;   mandy "o superman" &lt;br /&gt;   tuxedomoon "in heaven"/"i heard it through the grapevine " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no me odies. o quizas si. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ya volvere con mas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-113981277348119909?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/113981277348119909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=113981277348119909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/113981277348119909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/113981277348119909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2006/02/keep-coming-back.html' title='keep coming back'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-113113848367600061</id><published>2005-11-04T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T16:08:03.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mi querida isol</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Pero como muchas personas no saben leer imágenes, no notan el trabajo de concepto que puede haber tras ellas, la cantidad de variables que hay que tener en cuenta, toda la responsabilidad que tiene el dibujante de un libro. La misma que el escritor. Así, habrá textos más brillantes y menos, e ilustradores más lúcidos que otros, pero lo básico es que la legislación esté clara, que haya un acuerdo básico para empezar luego a discutir segun cada libro en particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me da risa cuando oigo a un escritor decir ¡pero yo traje la IDEA del libro!, como si la idea argumental de un libro fuera lo más importante. ¿Y la IDEA gráfica? Esa no la trae el escritor, y el mismo texto puede dar pie a miles de tratamientos distintos. En el cine es claro, con un guión se puede hacer muchos tipos de películas, y quizás el argumento no cambie. Y nadie duda de que el director es "autor" en un film ¿verdad? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que, de a poco, estas discusiones cambiarán a partir de entender y respetar y conocer el trabajo de los ilustradores. Y nosotros como dibujantes, tenemos que ocupar ese sitio de autores, con toda la responsabilidad y libertad que eso también trae."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lambiek.net/artists/i/isol.htm"&gt;Isol&lt;/a&gt; en entrevista a Imaginaria, revista sobre literatura infantil y juvenil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas sobre ella &lt;a href="http://www.isol-isol.com.ar/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-113113848367600061?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/113113848367600061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=113113848367600061' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/113113848367600061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/113113848367600061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/11/mi-querida-isol.html' title='mi querida isol'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-113094600305475248</id><published>2005-11-02T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:40:03.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>el mundo del comic, el arte y casi todo lo demas</title><content type='html'>parte de una entrevista que le hizo &lt;a href="http://www.girlhero.com"&gt;megan kelso&lt;/a&gt; a &lt;a href="http://lambiek.net/artists/r/ralph_b.htm"&gt;brian ralph&lt;/a&gt; (ambos hacedores de comiquitas de las que me gustan)... nada, no quise traducir por pereza y de puro esnob que soy,leanla y me dicen, a mi me tramo lo que dice el man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd: la entrevista completa en &lt;a href="http://www.girlhero.com/BR_Interview.html"&gt;http://www.girlhero.com/BR_Interview.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK: Well, I happen to think keeping it fun is the only way one can keep doing comics, period! Can you describe your creative process? How a story is born and then how it eventually becomes a comic? &lt;br /&gt;BR: I have little snippets of ideas, mostly things that have happened to me, &lt;br /&gt;I'll take events and turn them into comics. When I start a comic I only have a vague idea of where it's headed, I know some of the characters and then I let the comic unfold.  I just let the characters go.  I know that might sound corny, but I let the characters take over and the thing just happens. The characters have a life of their own--- I honestly believe that, to the point that they just write the stories themselves. Each character has it's own personality, and playing them against each other is where I think I develop the ideas from.  I tend to draw the exciting parts first and not worry too much about how all the parts will eventually fit. Then later, when I'm putting it all together, I'll see where I have to explain more, so then I draw more pages to link it all up. For instance, I added 25 pages to Cave-In at the very end when we were putting together the book for print at Tom's house. A lot of times I will work from the center of the story and work in both directions, it is honestly a fun way to work. &lt;br /&gt;MK: Wow! I'd like to try that. &lt;br /&gt;BR:  I came up with a theory, that it's like playing a slot machine.  Imagine the panels are all spinning and anything can happen, and one panel is finished, it's locked in.  And then the next panels play off that panel, and then they all fall into place one after another like on a slot machine.  Each one comes up in succession. The new story I am working on deals with characters travelling through time, so I can write in the past present and future as if they are all happening at the same time.  I never set out to write insanely complex stories, or stories that even really have a point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MK:  My theory is that we all have some major points we need to make in our work, even if we don't consciously know what they are.  If we take care of the little things, the big things'll take care of themselves. &lt;br /&gt;BR:  That would be my one tip to cartoonists.  Stop trying so hard to make good stories.  When you stop trying, that's when it starts happening.  God, there is nothing worse than someone trying to write stories, it is pathetic.  Just start making comics and before you know it, you've done it.  It's instinct. &lt;br /&gt;MK:  Ahh, the mystery of comics. &lt;br /&gt;BR: I was honestly a little bummed out at the last SPX EXPO, there was a panel of cartoonists, Jessica Abel, Jason Lutes, Brian Biggs, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reddingk.com/"&gt;Jordan Crane&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---all cartoonist I have a lot of respect for, and I genuinely like the work they do.  &lt;strong&gt;But all of them except Jordan were talking like they wanted to be filmmakers, instead of cartoonists&lt;/strong&gt;.  And I found that to be discouraging.  They all said, basically, &lt;strong&gt;"we want to be making movies, but it's too expensive and there's too much involved, so comics is the next best thing."&lt;/strong&gt;  It was depressing to be at a comics convention and here are the best and brightest in the field and all they say is that they want to make movies. &lt;strong&gt;I don't want to make movies or novels or even comic strips.  Just comics.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-113094600305475248?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/113094600305475248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=113094600305475248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/113094600305475248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/113094600305475248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/11/el-mundo-del-comic-el-arte-y-casi-todo.html' title='el mundo del comic, el arte y casi todo lo demas'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-113081215376977206</id><published>2005-10-31T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T21:29:13.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween y nadie gives a shit</title><content type='html'>esta fecha me gusta mucho desde que tengo memoria, pero como muchas otras festividades, el comercio las ha ido deformando a su favor. en colombia no se les ocurrio otra cosa mejor que transformarla desde hace ya años en "el dia de los niños" (con razon los cristianos se escandalizan tanto con la festividad)... al igual que con los comics, disfrazarse y cualquier actividad que parezca un poco ludica, sera percibida como infantil o inmadura; solo algunos adultos boletas saldran a la calle ataviados con sus dizfraces, ah pero es que ellos no van a pedir dulces, sino a emborracharse, drogarse y eventualmente, a empujar... esa es la excusa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;los mexicanos se lo arman mejor, tienen su dia de los muertos el 1o de noviembre, (que en ultimas viene teniendo el mismo origen del halloween pagano europeo, su posterior cristianizacion como "dia de todos los santos" y he aqui el cierre del circulo nuevamente con la colorida y macabra pero a la vez ludica y bonita celebracion mexicana). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me pondre mi disfraz del club de los animales, me quedare en mi nueva casa y disfrutare... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como decia una cancion de un grupo de metal local: &lt;em&gt;"satanismo, cristiandad, underground!"&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-113081215376977206?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/113081215376977206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=113081215376977206' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/113081215376977206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/113081215376977206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-y-nadie-gives-shit.html' title='halloween y nadie gives a shit'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112888567884765293</id><published>2005-10-09T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T14:38:45.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oooh...</title><content type='html'>"hey birthday boy.&lt;br /&gt;hice este dibujito anoche...&lt;br /&gt;y hoy te pones camiseta de rayas, por eso te lo mando.&lt;br /&gt;V."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graaaacias mil!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112888567884765293?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112888567884765293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112888567884765293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112888567884765293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112888567884765293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/10/oooh.html' title='oooh...'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112831619349283241</id><published>2005-10-03T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T00:09:53.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poetry that rox... </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punk Rock Mustache&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristi Berg &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;MUSTACHE! this hair grows on me&lt;br /&gt;MUSTACHE! it's total anarchy&lt;br /&gt;MUSTACHE! some might think it's bunk&lt;br /&gt;MUSTACHE! I think it's hella punk&lt;br /&gt;My mustache beat up your honor student &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(gracias stranger v., me gusto mucho!) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112831619349283241?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/' title='poetry that rox... '/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112831619349283241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112831619349283241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112831619349283241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112831619349283241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/10/poetry-that-rox.html' title='poetry that rox... '/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112806581077805901</id><published>2005-09-30T02:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T02:36:50.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... y dice... </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance&lt;br /&gt;oh fall for me &lt;br /&gt;fall for me &lt;br /&gt;fall for me &lt;br /&gt;fall for me  &lt;br /&gt;fall for me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112806581077805901?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/' title='... y dice... 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'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112802845230041722</id><published>2005-09-29T16:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T16:14:12.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perdonenme, pero no lo puedo evitar... </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Your slim frame&lt;br /&gt;Your eager eyes and your wild mane&lt;br /&gt;Oh they keep me where I belong&lt;br /&gt;All wrapped up in wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re to blame&lt;br /&gt;For wasted words of sad refrain&lt;br /&gt;Oh let them take me where they may&lt;br /&gt;Believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be your accident if you will be my ambulance&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance&lt;br /&gt;oh fall for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your slim frame&lt;br /&gt;Your simple stare and your wrong, wrong name&lt;br /&gt;Oh they keep me where I belong&lt;br /&gt;All strung out in song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so tame&lt;br /&gt;We could shoot wilder vines&lt;br /&gt;Through younger veins&lt;br /&gt;Sip slow from night’s deep wells&lt;br /&gt;And watch our gardens swell&lt;br /&gt;Once the seeds are sown&lt;br /&gt;Wild and overgrown, you’ll see&lt;br /&gt;Heart's colors changed like leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet sweet tree&lt;br /&gt;Fall for me&lt;br /&gt;Fall fast, fall free, fall for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I will be your ambulance if you will be my accident&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your screech and crash if you will be my crutch and cast&lt;br /&gt;And I will be your one more time if you will be my one last chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sweet tree, fall with me&lt;br /&gt;Fall fast, fall free, fall with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ambulance", tv on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(anoche la escuche tres veces)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112802845230041722?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112802845230041722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112802845230041722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112802845230041722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112802845230041722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/perdonenme-pero-no-lo-puedo-evitar.html' title='perdonenme, pero no lo puedo evitar... '/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112797787570264229</id><published>2005-09-29T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T02:41:13.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... y ahora las noticias del entretenimiento!</title><content type='html'>el viernes llovio y llovio y nos fuimos (mis comparsas y yo), para el parque del poblado. alli tomamos guaro y se nos unieron mas comparsas, fuimos al "roto play elettronico", pero ni eso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;el sabado mejoro considerablemente, toda la tarde en la feria, luego vamonos para el centro, que nadie quiere ir a lo de alejo? pues yo si, me como una empanada, hey! ustedes por aqui? compramos ron y nos vamos... llegamos, esta finca es grande, hay mucha gente de upb, ron? no, en el bus nos lo acabamos y en el pueblo compramos guaro, ah, aqui hay ron, bueno, no yo no se armar, tomas sabe, uy que, cripa? y es cosecha tuya? eh home, en la cocina comen pollo, queres? ah bueno, choni servime un ron, carolina me lo sirve, hey esas peladas que estan metiendo alli? se inyectan, ah como se puso de moda esa vaina aqui tambien, vamos a bailar mejor, ay me mataron... la version de "o superman" de mandy, es super-bonita!!! (que bueno es el minimal), bailo mas, tomo mas, bailo mas, suena "dexter" de villalobos, huy "sister savior" de the rapture, bailemos, no, no lo tengo le di la pata a choni, otro ron, voy a acostarme un rato, hay alguien al lado, es tebi, "huy gu-evon crei que se me habia acostado una nena al lado", no, si soy yo gu-evon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me levanto, tebi ya se levanto, estan en la sala, otros en el otro cuarto, todos cuentan chhistes, queres nestea?, claro! tenes bareta? me queda medio criposo, "huy, prendelo" dice natalia, se prende la cripa, todos a hacer el desayuno! de nuevo hay musica, ramirez arranca dj set de hip-hop con ""the next movement" de the roots, ah, que buenos son the roots, que hora es? las 10 am? pasen a desayunar, cada uno se sirve, esta todo rico, hey mira me encontre una malta! en la cocina alguien comenta "el guardian en el centeno", ramirez pone reggeton, natalia dice "marco, le vendi mi alma al reggeton!", bailamos, que chevere, juane, estas embalado, sisas, ramirez, estas embalado? sisas, marco, estas embalado? huy a lo bien, juane pregunta "esta es la fiesta de ralph records?", porque? hey si, eso que suena es snakefinger! que tueste! bailamos mas, alli juegan play, prenden un varillo que parece un clarinete, da como cinco vueltas y no se acaba, suena modeselektor (que bueno es el break y el glitch), que tueste, suena timtim, suena ellen allien (que bueno todo lo que saca la b-pitch control), se sube jose a pinchar, pone versiones de 8 bits: "blue monday", "ping-pong", la lambada!, que? ah se tosto el laptop, juguemos tetris entonces, "este retiro espiritual esta muy aspero" dice juane, "estamos en "NERDerland"!", agrega... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y volvemos a medellin, vamos a la feria del libro de medellin, hoy es el ultimo dia, huy ustedes traen la misma ropa de ayer, parce esta enguayabado? nooo papá! yo todavia voy pilotando... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(extracto de otro e-mail).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112797787570264229?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112797787570264229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112797787570264229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112797787570264229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112797787570264229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/y-ahora-las-noticias-del.html' title='... y ahora las noticias del entretenimiento!'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112788867004493414</id><published>2005-09-28T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T01:24:30.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>antes... </title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Antes solía tener veinte años, pero ahora todo lo contrario" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feria. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112788867004493414?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112788867004493414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112788867004493414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112788867004493414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112788867004493414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/antes.html' title='antes... '/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112779473717834947</id><published>2005-09-26T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T23:18:57.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>boletin informativo del planeta pequenito</title><content type='html'>regreso al apartamento y vuelvo a salir inmediatamente a comprarme algo para hacer una comida que parezca decente. cocino, me como una empanada mientras cocino, me llaman, me demoran, por fin cuelgo, me pongo la piyama, me siento a comer frente al tv, como y no le presto mucha atencion a lo que veo, no hay cable, la tv nacional es un peye, los tres canales regionales, peor, sera que los famosos que salen en realities estan mas graves de plata que yo? sera que yo tengo mas dignidad? maldita dignidad, cochina necesidad... reviso dibujos, tengo que terminar estos, pulir aquellos, preparar textos, leer descansar, todavia tengo peliculas para ver, almorzar maniana con mi mamá, salir a comprar materiales maniana, muestra el viernes!!!, quiero que me queden bonitos los transfers para la muestra, escucho la banda sonora de "the wicker man", escribo los recomendados para el fanzin de cinema zombie medellin, ya escribi la resenia de "killer klowns from outer space", cinema zombie medellin es mas cuca que zinema zombie bogota, en zinema zombie bogota cobran, cinema zombie medellin no cobra, la portada del fanzin la hice yo (al igual que la anterior) y quedo bonita, hay funcion este jueves "big trouble in little china" de carpenter, me dijeron que "demolover" de assayas era un bodrio, igual no me la vi por andar en la feria del libro que menos mal ya se acabo, creo que resulto otro freelance con uno de los contactos que resulto en la feria, detesto el freelance pero ahora no tengo mas, tengo que mercar verdura y granola esta semana, tambien tengo que ir donde manuel, que me dijo que me tenia musica nueva y que cuando ibamos a volver a mezclar juntos a ver si la otra semana, tambien tengo que ir donde truchafrita y donde choni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(extracto de un e-mail)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112779473717834947?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/' title='boletin informativo del planeta pequenito'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112779473717834947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112779473717834947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112779473717834947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112779473717834947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/boletin-informativo-del-planeta.html' title='boletin informativo del planeta pequenito'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112770558055193862</id><published>2005-09-25T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T15:29:18.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>o superman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;O Superman. O judge. O Mom and Dad. Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I'm not home right now. But if you want to leave a&lt;br /&gt;message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.&lt;br /&gt;Hello? This is your Mother. Are you there? Are you&lt;br /&gt;coming home?&lt;br /&gt;Hello? Is anybody home? Well, you don't know me,&lt;br /&gt;but I know you.&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a message to give to you.&lt;br /&gt;Here come the planes.&lt;br /&gt;So you better get ready. Ready to go. You can come&lt;br /&gt;as you are, but pay as you go. Pay as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:&lt;br /&gt;This is the hand, the hand that takes. This is the&lt;br /&gt;hand, the hand that takes.&lt;br /&gt;This is the hand, the hand that takes.&lt;br /&gt;Here come the planes.&lt;br /&gt;They're American planes. Made in America.&lt;br /&gt;Smoking or non-smoking?&lt;br /&gt;And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom&lt;br /&gt;of night shall stay these couriers from the swift&lt;br /&gt;completion of their appointed rounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice.&lt;br /&gt;And when justive is gone, there's always force.&lt;br /&gt;And when force is gone, there's always Mom. Hi Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold me, Mom, in your long arms. So hold me,&lt;br /&gt;Mom, in your long arms.&lt;br /&gt;In your automatic arms. Your electronic arms.&lt;br /&gt;In your arms.&lt;br /&gt;So hold me, Mom, in your long arms.&lt;br /&gt;Your petrochemical arms. Your military arms.&lt;br /&gt;In your electronic arms. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112770558055193862?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112770558055193862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112770558055193862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112770558055193862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112770558055193862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/o-superman.html' title='o superman...'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112714679543923280</id><published>2005-09-19T11:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:19:55.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sorners en vivo+punkrock all nigth</title><content type='html'>... quien lo creyera me volvi a sentir como de catorce. patio de la casa, luna llena, vodka por litros, los sorners en vivo, dj sets de punk rock, amiguetes... parche rocker. me causo gracia que al final cuando estaba poniendo musica, casi no me dejan ir y me toco irme casi volado, porque ya estaba que me caia del cansancio... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que cuca. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112714679543923280?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112714679543923280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112714679543923280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112714679543923280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112714679543923280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorners-en-vivopunkrock-all-nigth.html' title='sorners en vivo+punkrock all nigth'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112697671470487587</id><published>2005-09-17T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T12:05:14.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wishlist</title><content type='html'>- despertar sin cansancio, hace rato que no lo hago.&lt;br /&gt;- un empleo. &lt;br /&gt;- ya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112697671470487587?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112697671470487587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112697671470487587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112697671470487587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112697671470487587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/wishlist.html' title='wishlist'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112685448145410769</id><published>2005-09-16T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:10:16.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nada tiene gracia!</title><content type='html'>pues que novedad! descubrieron el agua tibia! si es que las cosas y la gente en general no tienen gracia alguna, la gracia se la pone uno! no me crean tan aguacate... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"beauty lies in the eye of the beholder"... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112685448145410769?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112685448145410769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112685448145410769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112685448145410769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112685448145410769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/nada-tiene-gracia.html' title='nada tiene gracia!'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112683369209025712</id><published>2005-09-15T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T11:26:25.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing My Edge...</title><content type='html'>ya se que la cancion no es tan nueva y a pesar de haberla escuchado varias veces, puesto en fiestas, realmente no habia reparado mucho en la letra, salvo frasesitas sueltas que me habian dado risa. pues bien, ayer en el sitio web de magnet (una de las pocas publicaciones musicales decentes que hay), revisando su archivo de entrevistas estaba una con james murphy (mitad de dfa y cerebro detras de lcd soundsystem) y le preguntaban acerca de la ironia y la posible rabia que existia detras de la letra de "losing my edge". me acorde de como a veces en otra epoca me daba rabia que algo que me gustaba se popularizara, porque connsecuentemente ya no iba a gustar tanto o sencillamente ya no me iba a gustar nada... ahora entiendo que eso es inevitable. el año pasado cuando salio franz ferdinad me gusto mucho, ahora no puedo escuchar su disco y lo archive hasta que pueda volverlo a hacer, (igual que el nevermind, el siamese dream y tantos otros -creo que miranda! va pa'lla tambien, que lastima-), igual, espero que su disco nuevo sea bueno. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la cancion rebosa ironia y malaleche, quizas se pasa de chiste esnob, pero hacia falta que alguien dijera esto, por todos nosotros, los obsesos musicales y nuestros amiguetes que aunque muchas veces resultan ser los copiones del paseo, igual los queremos. y si, yo fui el primero en poner esta cancion en el viejo pavor... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yeah, I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;The kids are coming up from behind. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge to the kids from France and from London. &lt;br /&gt;But I was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was there in 1968. &lt;br /&gt;I was there at the first Can show in Cologne. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge to the Internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1978. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all the kids in Tokyo and Berlin. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge, but I was there. &lt;br /&gt;I was there. &lt;br /&gt;But I was there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks. &lt;br /&gt;But I was there. &lt;br /&gt;I was there in 1974 at the first Suicide practices in a loft in New York City. &lt;br /&gt;I was working on the organ sounds with much patience. &lt;br /&gt;I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band. &lt;br /&gt;I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime." &lt;br /&gt;I was there. &lt;br /&gt;I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids. &lt;br /&gt;I played it at CBGB's. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody thought I was crazy. &lt;br /&gt;We all know. &lt;br /&gt;I was there. &lt;br /&gt;I was there. &lt;br /&gt;I've never been wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to work in the record store. &lt;br /&gt;I had everything before anyone. &lt;br /&gt;I was there in the Paradise Garage DJ booth with Larry Levan. &lt;br /&gt;I was there in Jamaica during the great sound clashes. &lt;br /&gt;I woke up naked on the beach in Ibiza in 1988. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent. &lt;br /&gt;And they're actually really, really nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my edge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody. Every great song by the Beach Boys. All the underground hits. All the Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import. I heard that you have a white label of every seminal Detroit techno hit - 1985, '86, '87. I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your computer out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear that you and your band have sold your guitars and bought turntables. &lt;br /&gt;I hear that you and your band have sold your turntables and bought guitars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But have you seen my records? This Heat, Pere Ubu, Outsiders, Nation of Ulysses, Mars, The Trojans, The Black Dice, Todd Terry, the Germs, Section 25, Althea and Donna, Sexual Harrassment, a-ha, Pere Ubu, Dorothy Ashby, PIL, the Fania All-Stars, the Bar-Kays, the Human League, the Normal, Lou Reed, Scott Walker, Monks, Niagra, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joy Division, Lower 48, the Association, Sun Ra, &lt;br /&gt;Scientists, Royal Trux, 10cc, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric B. and Rakim, Index, Basic Channel, Soulsonic Force ("just hit me"!), Juan Atkins, David Axelrod, Electric Prunes, Gil! Scott! Heron!, the Slits, Faust, Mantronix, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, the Swans, the Soft Cell, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you really want... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112683369209025712?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/' title='Losing My Edge...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112683369209025712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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vitrola II (o las locas aventuras de mi jukebox)</title><content type='html'>- death from above 1979 vs. the telescopes &lt;br /&gt;  (pongan a sonar sus discos "you're a woman i'm a machine" y "taste" en random y veran...) &lt;br /&gt;- diplo/favela on blast (demencia carioca, bala droga y letras soeces en portugues)&lt;br /&gt;- bloc party/silent alarm ("i can give you life, i can take it away") &lt;br /&gt;- the cramps/bad music for bad people &lt;br /&gt;- my bloody valentine/when you sleep (para terminar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pd... tengo una peste asquerosa, me estoy leyendo "sin noticias de gurb" de eduardo mendoza (gracias jose andres!), muy divertido, me he reido mucho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112672248317845749?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112643795569826521</id><published>2005-09-11T06:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T06:25:55.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>todos vamos a morir II </title><content type='html'>a veces es mejor no decir nada... segun los amigos, pierdo el tiempo, segun yo... a lo mejor. no me importa mucho, el ligue casual me ha curado en salud, sencillamente no puedo... y no me gusta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112643795569826521?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112643795569826521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112643795569826521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112643795569826521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112643795569826521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/09/todos-vamos-morir-ii.html' title='todos vamos a morir II '/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112555216133852337</id><published>2005-09-01T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T00:38:42.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>todos vamos a morir</title><content type='html'>... pero no hoy, porque, pero que todo va a ser un dia suuuuper aburridor y segundo porque &lt;a href="http://www.komunistaloko.com/destinos/feria/huevo.jpg"&gt;inu&lt;/a&gt;, el mejor dibujante de comits del momento, acaba de publicar portada muuuuy bonita en el &lt;a href="http://www.komunistaloko.com"&gt;komunista loko&lt;/a&gt;  a la vez que es el protagonista de &lt;a href="http://www.komunistaloko.com/index.php/index.php?blog=2&amp;p=196&amp;amp;c=1&amp;page=1&amp;amp;more=1&amp;tb=1&amp;amp;pb=1&amp;disp=single"&gt;vidas ejemplare&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.komunistaloko.com/index.php/index.php?blog=2&amp;amp;p=196&amp;c=1&amp;amp;page=1&amp;more=1&amp;amp;tb=1&amp;pb=1&amp;amp;disp=single"&gt;s&lt;/a&gt; de este mes y eso, eso es bieeeeeeeeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todos a escuchar a &lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll"&gt;los cramps&lt;/a&gt; y a &lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?opt1=1&amp;P=amg&amp;amp;sql=telescopes"&gt;telescopes&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112555216133852337?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112555216133852337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112555216133852337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112555216133852337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112555216133852337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/08/todos-vamos-morir.html' title='todos vamos a morir'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112542774315522026</id><published>2005-08-30T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:56:33.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; A heart of stone, a smoking gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I can give you life, I can take it away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;A heart of stone, a smoking gun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm working it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Why'd you feel so underrated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Why'd you feel so negated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Turning away from the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Becoming adult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Turning into my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I wanted to bite not destroy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;To feel her underneath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Turning into the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She don't think straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;She's got such a dirty mind and it never ever stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And you don't taste like her and you never ever will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And we don't read the papers, we don't read the news&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And it's never enough, we will never be fooled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And if you feel a little left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We'll wait for you on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;And if you feel a little left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;We'll wait for you on the other side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I'm on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Coz you know I'm on fire when you come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Coz you know I'm on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Coz you know I'm on fire so stub me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Coz I'm on fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112542774315522026?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112542774315522026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112542774315522026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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general, la pita, el crepe de espinacas con queso, cualer cosa con queso, una bandeja paisa que me comi en bogota y parecia un platillo volador (trucha sabe de que hablo)y ya, que estas maricas listas de comidas dan mucha hambre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mujeres buenas: la seniora Nora Noregna, mi erika linda (menos cuando esta borracha) y la pelada mas bacana del mundo que jamas sera nada de mi,  k.g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mujeres malas: cualquier ex-novia, las que no me quieren a mi ni a mis amiguis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cosas que me gusta hacer solo: leer en el wc, comerme algo muy bueno, leer comits, escuchar musica y bailar, dj sets pa' mi solo, infernet, el amor (a.k.a. "por fin a solas con mis cuadros"), caminar, hablar solo a las 3 am, ver tv a las 4 am, montar en ascensor (crei que era el unico), retozar en mis cobijas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cosa que no me gusta hacer solo: emborracharme, trabarme (aunque una vez le jale al popper solano y fue bacano), retozar en mis cobijas, el amor, fumar crack ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- comics malos: cualquie cosa de image, las editoriales indies de superheroes, esa porqueria que sale en la pagina de rock 'n'pop, la vieja ola comiquera nacional, daniel rabanal anda chupame una bola...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cosas que tengo que hacer: comits, mandarle unas vainas a diego, decidirme por una pelada(?), soplar, mas comits, mas portadas para zz, una portada para kl, mudarme (oe tebi, me dijeron que en el centro ya hay apartamentos baratos y cheveres), soplar el viernes, una fiesta en the club (necesito plata), varios cd-mixes, dejarme crecer el pelo, morirme (un dia de estos)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- gente que hace falta matar: paris hilton(aunque sea de mentiras), a TODOS los politicos del mundo, a mi padrastro, chris ware (y por ahi derecho adrian tomine), a mis amigos, a todos los que usan camisetas con esloganes divertirijillos, la gente con celular, a mi, a mis ex, a la gente que no le gusta el pune (aqui no va mi mamá porque a ella le gustan los ramones y siniestro total), los burocratas, la gente que huele maluco, la gente sin sentido del humor (ojo metaleros y goths)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112491928872307795?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112491928872307795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112491928872307795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112491928872307795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112491928872307795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/08/lista-con-de-todito.html' title='lista con de todito'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112322932286066425</id><published>2005-08-05T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T03:08:42.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gracias... </title><content type='html'>a todos los que de una u otra forma se han manifestado y se han preocupado, gracias. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112322932286066425?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112322932286066425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112322932286066425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112322932286066425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112322932286066425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/08/gracias.html' title='gracias... '/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112267047818359325</id><published>2005-07-29T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T16:11:04.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>una oración</title><content type='html'>mi muy querida y amada madre nora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se que tu no lees esto pero da igual. en estos duros momentos para nosotros quisiera regalarte algo a modo de oración, rogando por tu bienestar. hace ya un tiempo nos pusiste una dinámica de preguntas y respuestas, de esas que luego definen la clase de vínculos que uno tiene con alguien. en el numeral donde había puesto esta canción, se trataba de la relación que teníamos (tenemos) tu y yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... esto es para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Anonymous Collective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me are moulded by things&lt;br /&gt;Well beyond our acknowlegment&lt;br /&gt;You and me are shaped by some things&lt;br /&gt;Well beyond our acknowledgement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me are moulded by things&lt;br /&gt;Well beyond our acknowlegment&lt;br /&gt;You and me are shaped by some things&lt;br /&gt;Well beyond our acknowledgement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112267047818359325?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112267047818359325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112267047818359325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112267047818359325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112267047818359325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/07/una-oracin.html' title='una oración'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112057629164399309</id><published>2005-07-05T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T10:11:31.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>(...), hace ya muchos días que no me ponía triste y ayer, otra vez. la razón? que me dio mucha rabia darme cuenta como todavía de alguna manera, alguien a quien quise, aun me importe y cuando tuve la impresión de que esta persona estaba en medio de una crisis nerviosa (y en realidad lo estaba), me responde (como casi siempre lo ha hecho), de la manera mas grosera haciéndome sentir infinitamente imbecil... siempre pasa... con esta persona ya no estoy involucrado sentimentalmente (y no deseo volver a estarlo), es solo que después de haber compartido tanto es difícil no mostrar preocupación o interés en los problemas que esta persona comparte con uno, pero ahora que se hace evidente mas que nunca, el afán manipulador, oportunista y caprichoso de esta personita solo pude llenarme de rabia contra mi por ser tan tonto y tan humano, luego sentirme triste de que toda la gente quiera destruir y dejarse destruir de esta forma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sencillamente la vida tiene mas, mucho mas y aunque ella quiera seguir jugando, no será. yo estaba bien, así seguiré, que puedo hacer, yo no soy responsable de tu miseria. solo tu. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lo que escucho, The Royal Tenenbaums (original soundtrack)...) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112057629164399309?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112057629164399309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112057629164399309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112057629164399309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112057629164399309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-112003479808336421</id><published>2005-06-29T03:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T14:21:01.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nueva lista ociosa</title><content type='html'>... de vuelta al hogar de la lesbiana mas pequea del mundo despues de mas de una semana sin infernet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... alguien elaboro esta lista de las 50 peores canciones de todos los tiempos (personalmente creo que hay mas y muchas no estan aqui) y la idea es poner en negrilla las que a uno le gustan, como yo no creo en esa vaina que llaman "placeres culpables", ahi va...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.d.  en &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;rojo&lt;/span&gt; pongo las  que si me parecen pesimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post this list of Blender's 50 Worst Songs of All Time in your journal and bold the songs that you actually like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. We Built This City ... Starship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Achy Breaky Heart ... Billy Ray Cyrus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Everybody Have Fun Tonight ... Wang Chung&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Rollin' ... Limp Bizkit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ice Ice Baby ... Vanilla Ice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The Heart of Rock &amp; Roll ... Huey Lewis and the News&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Don't Worry, Be Happy ... Bobby McFerrin&lt;br /&gt;8. Party All the Time ... Eddie Murphy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. American Life ... Madonna&lt;br /&gt;10. Ebony and Ivory ... Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder&lt;br /&gt;11. Invisible ... Clay Aiken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Kokomo ... The Beach Boys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Illegal Alien ... Genesis&lt;br /&gt;14. From a Distance ... Bette Midler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;15. I'll Be There for You ... The Rembrandts (y &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt; por ahi derecho)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What's Up? ... 4 Non Blondes&lt;br /&gt;17. Pumps and a Bump ... Hammer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. You're the Inspiration ... Chicago (&lt;em&gt;karate kid&lt;/em&gt; foreva!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Broken Wings ... Mr. Mister&lt;br /&gt;20. Dancing on the Ceiling ... Lionel Richie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Two Princes ... Spin Doctors&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue (The Angry American) ... Toby Keith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23. Sunglasses at Night ... Corey Hart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Superman ... Five for Fighting&lt;br /&gt;25. I'll Be Missing You ... Puff Daddy featuring Faith Evans and 112&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. The End ... The Doors&lt;br /&gt;27. The Final Countdown ... Europe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your Body Is a Wonderland ... John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;29. Breakfast at Tiffany's ... Deep Blue Something&lt;br /&gt;30. Greatest Love of All ... Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;31. Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm ... Crash Test Dummies&lt;br /&gt;32. Will 2K ... Will Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;33. Barbie Girl ... Aqua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Longer ... Dan Fogelberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;35. Shiny Happy People ... R.E.M.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Make Em Say Uhh! ... Master P featuring Silkk, Fiend, Mia-X and Mystikal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Rico Suave ... Gerardo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Cotton Eyed Joe ... Rednex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. She Bangs ... Ricky Martin&lt;br /&gt;40. I Wanna Sex You Up ... Color Me Badd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;41. We Didn't Start the Fire ... Billy Joel (aberracion total, cosas que no deberian existir)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;42. The Sounds of Silence ... Simon &amp; Garfunkel (como que mala? esta cancion es bonita!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Follow Me ... Uncle Kracker&lt;br /&gt;44. I'll Do Anything for Love (But I Won't Do That) ... Meat Loaf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Mesmerize ... Ja Rule featuring Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;46. Hangin' Tough ... New Kids on the Block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. The Only Thing That Looks Good on Me Is You ... Bryan Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da ... The Beatles&lt;br /&gt;49. I'm Too Sexy ... Right Said Fred&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;50. My Heart Will Go On ... Celine Dion (aaaaaaaaaaaarrrgh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-112003479808336421?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/112003479808336421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=112003479808336421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112003479808336421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/112003479808336421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/06/nueva-lista-ociosa.html' title='nueva lista ociosa'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111863952802636360</id><published>2005-06-13T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T00:12:08.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cosas pa' oir y moverlo (e intentar levantar niñas o bailar en el intento)</title><content type='html'>esta semana voy a estar ocupado con el maravilloso mundo de los comics (los indi comics!) y la autopublicacion, asi que me demoro un ratico en escribir nuevas entradas... ahi les dejo para que se vayan sacudiendo hasta el fin de semana. (nos vemos el viernes en san telmo, donde estare dandole a la perilla con los otros amiguetes de siempre y el sabado, romina cohn is in da house!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dar play! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- club 8/close to me &lt;br /&gt;- ivy/keep moving &lt;br /&gt;- black box recorder/these are the things &lt;br /&gt;- tom tom club/lorelei &lt;br /&gt;- closer musik/you don't know me &lt;br /&gt;- bergheim 34/take my soul &lt;br /&gt;- ellen allien/alles sehn (klick märtini brös. remix)&lt;br /&gt;- fsk meets anthony ''shake'' shakir/incident with the dogs &lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.webcomicsnation.com/users/americanelf/music/HoneyISureMissYou.mp3"&gt;james kochalka superstar/honey i sure miss you&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;- chelo scotti/tiempo &lt;br /&gt;- tok tok vs. soffy o./day of mine &lt;br /&gt;- j.o.y./sunplus (dfa remix) &lt;br /&gt;- foetus/new york or bust &lt;br /&gt;- a.r.e. weapons/streetgang (a touch of class mix) &lt;br /&gt;- gang of four/damaged goods &lt;br /&gt;- n.e.r.d./she wants to move (dfa remix) &lt;br /&gt;- pixeltan/get up-say what &lt;br /&gt;- the killers/ somebody told me  (mylo remix) &lt;br /&gt;- the dirtbombs/lost love &lt;br /&gt;- the rapture/echoes &lt;br /&gt;- ellen allien/strobo me &lt;br /&gt;- trio/da da da &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111863952802636360?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111863952802636360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111863952802636360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111863952802636360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111863952802636360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/06/cosas-pa-oir-y-moverlo-e-intentar.html' title='cosas pa&apos; oir y moverlo (e intentar levantar niñas o bailar en el intento)'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111839119678895589</id><published>2005-06-10T03:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T03:21:38.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>el blog de max mosku, a lo bien</title><content type='html'>pa que vayan viendo divertido e informativo (con la entrada de llamadas al call center de empresas publicas y al 113, me parti en dos de la risa)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnspaces.com/members/noosfera/PersonalSpace.aspx"&gt;http://www.msnspaces.com/members/noosfera/PersonalSpace.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111839119678895589?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111839119678895589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111839119678895589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111839119678895589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111839119678895589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/06/el-blog-de-max-mosku-lo-bien.html' title='el blog de max mosku, a lo bien'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111818031417903862</id><published>2005-06-07T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:10:46.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>link-o-rama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cosas que me gustan:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://americanelf.com/"&gt;american elf&lt;/a&gt;, the sketchbook diaries of james kochalka: esta es mi pagina de inicio. el tipo es uno de mis ''héroes de la vida sencilla'', dibuja un comic cada dia a modo de diario (ya lleva publicados como tres libros de estos diarios), tiene un grupo de rock bien divertido, llamado james kochalka superstar, una familia (con gato) y varias teorías muy interesantes acerca de la técnica en el comic, lo ''bonito'' en el arte y la creación de universos personales... quien lo creyera acabo de descubrir que es una de mis influencias!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://papelcontinuo.net/"&gt;papel continuo&lt;/a&gt;: el MEJOR blog que existe en la red. aquí si hay de todo y todo bueno, como suelen decir ellos mismos ''que echen humo los modems!''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://edicionespeo.com/"&gt;ediciones peo&lt;/a&gt;: mi modelo a seguir de editorial-net (salvo que todavía no estoy muy seguro de que flash sea la mejor alternativa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://planetabuba.net/"&gt;planeta buba&lt;/a&gt;: a josé quintero lo descubrí todavía estudiando y en aquel entonces veia mucho en revistas y fanzines de comic, a otros que como el conjugaban comic con reflexiones filosóficas y algo de poesía. la mayoría (si no todos), eran (y son), como diría daniel rabanal, una autentica mierda. quintero no. creo que es el único que sabe hacer este tipo de híbrido y aparte le sale bien... demasie bien.&lt;br /&gt;sitio re-bonito, el tipo es uno de los mejores diseñadores e ilustradores que haya visto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://locoarts.com.ar/"&gt;locoarts&lt;/a&gt;: aquí se hospedan las animaciones  de ‘’alejo y valentina’’ . esto es el punk-rock de la animación.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;amiguis y coleguis:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://elenergumeno.blogspot.com/"&gt;el energumen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://elenergumeno.blogspot.com/"&gt;o:&lt;/a&gt; donde mis amiguetes y yo nos quejamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.komunistaloko.com/"&gt;komunista loko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.komunistaloko.com/"&gt;:&lt;/a&gt; a ver, a ver lo recito como todos mis amiguetes que ya lo han ''linkeado'': ''el mejor y único sitio de comic y animación en colombia''. y es verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.malogrado.da.ru/"&gt;malogrado&lt;/a&gt;: mi amigui choni. un genio que no necesita ser comprendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://truchafrita.furtopia.org/"&gt;cuadernos gran jefe&lt;/a&gt;: mi amigui y gran colega truchafrita el creador mas prolífico de comic en colombia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://noosferacorp.com"&gt;noosfera&lt;/a&gt;: los hermanos arango, en palabras de un amigo  ''los hermanos ryder del comic''. salvo que juiciosos y menos fuleros. genios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://excusa2.tk"&gt;excusado&lt;/a&gt;:  ustedes ya los han visto hasta anunciados en tv. labor única y quijotesca, (como robot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- el doctor calamar: uno de mis coleguis de cinema zombie. talentoso escritor y cronista. sus blogs, a saber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drcalamar.blogspot.com/"&gt;el cine del doctor calamar&lt;/a&gt;: excelente reseñas de todo el cine que pasa por los ojos de este personaje. es una de las pocas personas en cuyo gusto cinematográfico confío.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://octopoid.blogspot.com/"&gt;zona freak&lt;/a&gt;: divertido diario de las desventuras de este octopoide. lastimosamente no lo ha&lt;br /&gt;vuelto actualizar. queremos mas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota: existe otro blog mas personal, pero como el mismo doctor lo dice ''encuéntrenlo ustedes mismos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://elvagabundomasaltodelmundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;el vagabundo mas alto del mundo&lt;/a&gt;: es uno de los mejores humoristas del mundo. de nuevo y lastimosamente, no se actualiza muy seguido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;músicas marcianas y/o para revolear las patas:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://malamusik.da.ru/"&gt;mala&lt;/a&gt;: el man es una caspa (como dicen todos), pues no ha vuelto a actualizar el sitio.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://neuma.furtopia.org/"&gt;neuma&lt;/a&gt;: estoy rodeado de amiguis talentosos. jose santamaría es de los mas.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://www.series.furtopia.org/"&gt;series&lt;/a&gt;: esfuerzo conjunto de los protov, glad kazuka, mala y traidor tot. a comprar sus discos, ir a sus toques y descargar de su sección netlabel.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://microbiorecords.net/"&gt;microbio records&lt;/a&gt;: netlabel de emiliano zapata (AKA yopoman), desde mérida, venezuela para el que quiera en el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;a href="http://8bitpeoples.com/"&gt;8 bit peoples:&lt;/a&gt; música hecha en 8 bits o inspirada en la estética de las tecnologías ochenteras obsoletas. todo re-bonito y gratis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                                                                    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... y por la casa? bien gracias, el corazón un poquito confundido pero contento.&lt;br /&gt;banda sonora sugerida: family "un soplo en el corazón".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p . d ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;k . g .&lt;/span&gt; estamos hechos para desencontrarnos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111818031417903862?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111818031417903862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111818031417903862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111818031417903862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111818031417903862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/06/link-o-rama.html' title='link-o-rama'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111778684406721335</id><published>2005-06-03T03:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T03:26:45.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>canciones bonitas parte ll</title><content type='html'>Conmuto a todo el mundo a que se baje esta &lt;a href="http://www.webcomicsnation.com/users/americanelf/music/HoneyISureMissYou.mp3"&gt;cancion&lt;/a&gt; pero ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111778684406721335?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111778684406721335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111778684406721335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111778684406721335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111778684406721335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/06/canciones-bonitas-parte-ll.html' title='canciones bonitas parte ll'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111765112380404769</id><published>2005-06-01T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:48:10.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>canciones bonitas + comits = suspiro</title><content type='html'>... o si no miren la ultima de mi amiguete &lt;a href="http://truchafrita.furtopia.org/semana.html"&gt;alvaro&lt;/a&gt;, ya hasta me inspiro a hacer un comit con ''the black keys work'' de erlend oye (ver entrada previa a esta)... a dibujar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p . d . alvarin escuchate esta cancion a vos que te gusta kings of convenience (a mi tambien y no es poco -&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;k. g.&lt;/span&gt; tu tienes algo para mi, cierto?-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111765112380404769?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111765112380404769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111765112380404769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111765112380404769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111765112380404769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/06/canciones-bonitas-comits-suspiro.html' title='canciones bonitas + comits = suspiro'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111752639780292299</id><published>2005-05-31T02:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T03:02:47.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; The Black Keys Work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a little mouth&lt;br /&gt;you have,&lt;br /&gt;kissing you is nice,&lt;br /&gt;but hard.&lt;br /&gt;Sit down in your chair,&lt;br /&gt;and play.&lt;br /&gt;I'll stretch on your back&lt;br /&gt;and wait&lt;br /&gt;and wait...&lt;br /&gt;You asked me if I have&lt;br /&gt;I said no.&lt;br /&gt;Neither do you,&lt;br /&gt;but still. (still, still, still, still, still)&lt;br /&gt;You go on top of me,&lt;br /&gt;and you stay.&lt;br /&gt;Wake up with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;next day.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh...&lt;br /&gt;What a little mouth&lt;br /&gt;you have,&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you is nice,&lt;br /&gt;but hard.&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayayayay! que son esas letras señor &lt;a href="http://www.allmusic.com/cg/amg.dll?opt1=1&amp;P=amg&amp;amp;sql=erlend+oye"&gt;orlando&lt;/a&gt;! pues eso, las maquinas solteras estan sueltas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111752639780292299?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111752639780292299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111752639780292299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111752639780292299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111752639780292299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/ay.html' title='ay!'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111749020572495439</id><published>2005-05-30T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T03:06:13.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>una y otra</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Si para crear un clima especial tengo que dibujar con un martillo, voy a hacerlo. No tengo por qué usar la pluma que exige la Biblia del dibujo. Yo voy a usar la herramienta que me haga falta y todo es válido". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Breccia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Formula para un domingo guapachoso (vale tambien para un lunes festivo)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- venir de una buena fiesta en ''la continental''.&lt;br /&gt;- dulce de moras!&lt;br /&gt;- ivy/in the clear&lt;br /&gt;- ... y luego Erlend Øye DJ Kicks!&lt;br /&gt;+ Andrea Parker DJ Kicks+Ellen Allien/My Parade&lt;br /&gt;- llamar a &lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;k. g.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dibujar... armar 'zines.&lt;br /&gt;- saber que lo que hago es importante.&lt;br /&gt;- mirar a ver que hago en la noche... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plans anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111749020572495439?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111749020572495439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111749020572495439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111749020572495439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111749020572495439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/una-y-otra.html' title='una y otra'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111722417245174201</id><published>2005-05-27T15:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T15:04:59.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anda a cagar mejor...</title><content type='html'>Revisando las entradas reciente del &lt;a href="http://www.komunistaloko.com"&gt;Komunista Loko&lt;/a&gt; (el único sitio sobre animación y comic en Colombia) y me encontré con la joya que reproduzco a continuación con mi quizás emotiva pero sincera reacción...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentario de: csi [Visitante]&lt;br /&gt;Nadie en Colombia, NADIE, puede autoproclamarse animador porque aquí no hay escuelas de animación y porque acá no hay maestros de animación. La animación es algo que hay que dejarle a los gringos, a los japoneses, a los europeos y hasta a los argentinos (EN ARGENTINA)que son los que saben de esa vaina. Los colombianos tenemos que dedicarnos a cosas para las cuales si hay escuelas, maestros y futuro acá, me refiero al cicariato y al ballenato.&lt;br /&gt;27.05.05 @ 00:42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comentario de: diegogue [Miembro]&lt;br /&gt;Csi, tú no progresas, eh? sicariato es con "s", y vallenato es con "v", a menos que te refieras a los ballenatos cachorros de las ballenas, y estés insinuando que los animadores deberíamos dedicarnos a cazar ballenas (tesis que te invito a desarrollar). Dada la cultura general que has demostrado en éste y otros post que has dejado con distintos nombres (pero todos con el mismo IP de cablenet) debo suponer que cuando hablas de animación argentina te refieres a Alack Sinner, Mafalda y el Eternauta, que en realidad son cómics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acá nadie enseña tampoco a hacer comics (a pesar de los que proclaman escuelitas de ‘’calicaturas’’ y otras donde dizque enseñan –juarajuajua, juarajuajua!-, a dibujar manga) Y a pesar de ello SI SE HACE COMIC Y BUEN COMIC, guardando las proporciones claro, porque al igual que no existe una cultura y/o tradición de comic en Colombia, tampoco las hay de animación (y aun siendo dos campos distintos, pero emparentados consideraría lógico, tener un bagaje amplio en las dos disciplinas sea cual fuere la escogida a practicar. Por eso es que en general no hay suficientes productos de calidad en el país ni en comic, ni en animación, ni en música rock y pop –son poquísimos los buenos grupos que ha dado este pueblo Y ¿acaso por eso no debemos seguir cagandonos en todo desde cualquier sótano con nuestros amigotes, dañando amplificadores, reventando cuerdas como todo buen dios? ¿Regalando demos que nadie compra a todo el mundo, con el afán de darle a conocer lo último que parimos en nuestro pc de peso? ¿Solo porque un mamarracho diga que los argentinos y los mexicanos lo hacen mejor? Allá también hay caspa y no es poca... ¿Será que te gustan Vilma Palma y Mana?-...Soy el primero en reconocer que soy un perezoso de mierda y un dejado, pero vaya si he hecho lo mío, así que si sos tan bueno como para andar abriendo tanto la boca como lo hacés llenado este blog de sandeces y aparte de todo no te atrevés a dar la cara, mostrá a ver que es lo que hacés tan bien aparte de predecir el futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Que porque hablo con esta elegante propiedad? Por que soy la persona que mas sabe de comic (y algo de música) en Colombia (de lo demás no se ni me interesa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MousEoNarse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111722417245174201?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111722417245174201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111722417245174201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111722417245174201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111722417245174201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/anda-cagar-mejor.html' title='Anda a cagar mejor...'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111679619471487125</id><published>2005-05-22T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T22:50:23.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>minha vitrola querida</title><content type='html'>- mount sims/wild light (oscururidás)&lt;br /&gt;- the kills/no vow (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;k . g .&lt;/span&gt;, se te kiere)&lt;br /&gt;- metric/static anonimity&lt;br /&gt;- sébastien tellier/l'incroyable vérité (''oh malheur chez o'malley'' yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;- the arcade fire/funeral (siempre, siempre, siempre)&lt;br /&gt;- yann tiersen/tout est calm&lt;br /&gt;- ellen allien/astral... (bang! bang!)&lt;br /&gt;- xiu xiu/fabulous muscles (siempre pasan los descubrimientos tardios, pero que bueno!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que disfrutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p . d . mis agradecimientos infinitos a mi colegui de cinema zombie, jose andres gomez (AKA &lt;a href="http://drcalamar.blogspot.com/"&gt;doctor calamar&lt;/a&gt;), el regalo de la musica siempre sera el mejor... (casi nadie regala comics).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111679619471487125?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111679619471487125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111679619471487125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111679619471487125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111679619471487125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/minha-vitrola-querida.html' title='minha vitrola querida'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111655661392449642</id><published>2005-05-19T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:47:35.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>muchacho que dizque era muy triste, pero que va...</title><content type='html'>el pasado 18 de mayo, cumplio 25 años de fallecido &lt;strong&gt;Ian Curtis&lt;/strong&gt;. no se me ocurre nada ... y tanto que me ha dado, quizas citarle con una de mis canciones favoritas sirva. salve Ian curtis, bailando como poseso en el mas alla...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; A Means to an End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A legacy, so far removed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;One day will be improved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Eternal rights beleft behind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We were the better kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You this day met free too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I always looked to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;We fought for good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;stood side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Our friendship never died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;But stranger ways that froze on highs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;our vision touched the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Mortal list - the points to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I put my trust in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;A house somewhere, on foreign soil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Where aching lovers called&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Is this your goal, your final deeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Where dogs and vultures eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Permitted still, I turned to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I put my trust in you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;In you, in you, in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Put my trust in you, in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111655661392449642?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111655661392449642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111655661392449642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111655661392449642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111655661392449642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/muchacho-que-dizque-era-muy-triste.html' title='muchacho que dizque era muy triste, pero que va...'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111652516188478279</id><published>2005-05-19T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T12:52:41.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pregunta al aire... (to k. g.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;como te fue el martes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111652516188478279?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111652516188478279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111652516188478279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111652516188478279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111652516188478279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/pregunta-al-aire-to-k-g.html' title='pregunta al aire... (to k. g.)'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111634911856990779</id><published>2005-05-17T11:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T21:50:07.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>la conexion cosmica entre m . a . +los corraleros de majagual+robertocarlos y+R. Crumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;paseando el viernes pasado por mi barrio escuche salir de una tienda de esas donde los señores toman guaro y cerveza, una musica bien simpatica. era algo asi como los corraleros de majagual interpretando una version del cacharrito de roberto carlos. me hizo sonreir y recordar lo que dice R. Crumb al comienzo de ''Crumb'', (el excelente documental sobre el hombre, terry zwigoff 1994) que cuando escuchaba la musica que le gustaba, cuando se encontraba con una manifestacion artistica de su agrado, sentia que se reconciliaba con la humanidad... asi me senti.&lt;br /&gt;y bueno, ahora lo que a todos nos divierte, una nueva lista titulada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;''hola, vengo a flotar''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- La teoria de betty y veronica: no existe una mujer ideal. existen dos.&lt;br /&gt;(suena descabellado, pero luego lo explicare. esta idea se me ocurrio el&lt;br /&gt;dia en que me hice el padrino de la pequeña gabriela, con su papa y caro&lt;br /&gt;amigo mio, wil y mi otro amiguete tebi).&lt;br /&gt;- my new favorite girl (esta si es en serio).&lt;br /&gt;- ... ser una maquina soltera es mas complicado de lo que creia&lt;br /&gt;(de nuevo tomando el pelo, ¡soy un ser humano!).&lt;br /&gt;- ¡little sound djs!&lt;br /&gt;- ¡... y los emuladores de gameboy!&lt;br /&gt;- ... y bajar roms (juegos) a la lata.&lt;br /&gt;- animal club (mi nuevo comic).&lt;br /&gt;- webcomics... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;- laptop djing is love.&lt;br /&gt;- las animaciones de &lt;a href="http://locoarts.com.ar/"&gt;locoarts.com.ar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- los ep's descargables de protov, o. k. y cooptrol (&lt;a href="http://series.furtopia.org"&gt;series.furtopia.org&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111634911856990779?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111634911856990779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111634911856990779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111634911856990779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111634911856990779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/la-conexion-cosmica-entre-m-los.html' title='la conexion cosmica entre m . a . +los corraleros de majagual+robertocarlos y+R. Crumb'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111626858454720348</id><published>2005-05-16T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:44:48.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Art &amp; Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;''No dejes de dibujar cada día, pues no importa lo pequeño que sea tu dibujo. Merecerá la pena  y te hará un bien infinito'' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Cennini, siglo xiv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... bueno al menos lo intentare, pero si he de decir que concuerda con mi filosofia personal. un dibujo cada dia, una pequeña creacion cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(la frase la tome de Art &amp; Beauty, una especie de ''magazine'' de arte, producto de la destreza para el dibujo de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R. Crumb&lt;/span&gt; -y de su fanfarroneria, todo hay que decirlo, eso si, divertido y mordaz como siempre-, que aparte de sus propios comentarios, tambien incluye frases de varios artistas. Recomendado.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111626858454720348?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111626858454720348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111626858454720348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111626858454720348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111626858454720348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/art-beauty.html' title='Art &amp; Beauty'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111619350799006656</id><published>2005-05-15T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T16:45:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mas sobre mi (para eso es esto,  ¿no?)</title><content type='html'>... pues que por fin actualize mi perfil (el link aqui al lado que dice ''view profile''). ya saben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111619350799006656?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111619350799006656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111619350799006656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111619350799006656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111619350799006656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/mas-sobre-mi-para-eso-es-esto-no.html' title='mas sobre mi (para eso es esto,  ¿no?)'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111599811296925622</id><published>2005-05-13T10:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T10:28:32.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>nueva mente l'ennui del weekend... </title><content type='html'>.mi vida ha experimentado cambios drasticos en los ultimos siete meses y durante este ultimo mes &lt;strong&gt;-me encanta escribir sin tildes-&lt;/strong&gt; aun mas. que sera, que sera...  ¿lo sabes tu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111599811296925622?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111599811296925622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111599811296925622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111599811296925622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111599811296925622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/nueva-mente-lennui-del-weekend.html' title='nueva mente l&apos;ennui del weekend... '/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111559220230154008</id><published>2005-05-08T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T17:43:22.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>¡gol, gol, gol. gol, gol, domingooooooooooool!</title><content type='html'>... y dale con reproducir apartes de mi correspondencia personal. en este caso se trata de camilo ramirez -no se si seria atrevido llamarle amigo ya que fue poco el tiempo que compartimos, pero se le aprecia al hombre, allende un perdido paraje de la republica checa-, un tipo inteligente, un bacan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p . d . el correo es algo viejo, de dias posteriores a la creacion del blog, pero por esos dias &lt;br /&gt;        todavia tenia la cabeza harto ''empecuecada''. para fortuna mia y tuya, ya no... &lt;em&gt;''un pie &lt;br /&gt;        efficient es un pie feliz''&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Santa Margarita Maria de Alacoque (Virgen y Martir).... casi borro el &lt;br /&gt;mensaje.... Que bueno por fin volver a recibir algo desde tan lejos. &lt;br /&gt;Y no sentirlo tan lejos.&lt;br /&gt;La vida aca es inmunda. No hay internet. Hay ropa muy bonita. Vienen &lt;br /&gt;djs buenos (a veces). La gente tiene mal gusto y acaba con todo.&lt;br /&gt;A veces, al querer citar a Dante me siento culpable. A los 20 agnos, &lt;br /&gt;en terminos generales, solo nignas nognas se han leido tambien el &lt;br /&gt;purgatorio y el cielo. YO, solo el infierno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segundo circulo....&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;Dante y Virgilo.... Los lujuriosos.... Paolo y Francesca de &lt;br /&gt;Rimini.... Francesca dice: No hay nada peor, que recordar el tiempo &lt;br /&gt;feliz en la miseria.&lt;br /&gt;La verdad, no se si extragno a Medellin o si solo es antojo de nostalgia.&lt;br /&gt;Vease (oigase) al respecto:&lt;br /&gt;- N.5 de Galactica&lt;br /&gt;- Septiembre de Niza&lt;br /&gt;- El futuro de Astrud&lt;br /&gt;- La Boda (ambas versiones) de Astrud&lt;br /&gt;- My sweet Prince (Placebo) (puede agregarse aca casi todo placebo, &lt;br /&gt;especialmente en duo con bowie)&lt;br /&gt;- Lo bonito de Adam Green o de los Moldy Peaches&lt;br /&gt;- Todo el indie pop que de lo bonito es triste....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera que con el advenimiento de los 90, va a volver la depresion? O &lt;br /&gt;solo la muy esperada mania de que todos vuelvan a pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo bueno de estar tan Hidrogeneticos es que siempre se puede contar &lt;br /&gt;con que "hay algo mas triste que lo tuyo" (turnos de noche, la vida &lt;br /&gt;de las grillas, ser un perdedor, las tiendas de animales /vamos a &lt;br /&gt;quemar mascotas en la 35/ no leer a bukowsky, ginsberg o murakami, &lt;br /&gt;los caballitos pony) y saber, que a pesar de que ns crucen la cara, o &lt;br /&gt;nos vacien el coche, tenemos toda la noche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilo.&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Ahi se perdonara la soso, peor me acabo de levantar :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111559220230154008?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111559220230154008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111559220230154008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111559220230154008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111559220230154008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/gol-gol-gol-gol-gol.html' title='¡gol, gol, gol. gol, gol, domingooooooooooool!'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111553421504258796</id><published>2005-05-08T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:36:55.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>para desayunar con buen humor...</title><content type='html'>visita ya, elvagabundomasaltodelmundo.blogspot.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plops!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111553421504258796?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111553421504258796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111553421504258796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111553421504258796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111553421504258796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/para-desayunar-con-buen-humor.html' title='para desayunar con buen humor...'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111550422917629999</id><published>2005-05-07T17:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T17:17:09.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...maybe you could like it... we let our hair grow long, and forget all we used to know.</title><content type='html'>hacia rato que una cancion no me llenaba los ojos de lagrimas ni sentia que el corazon se me iba a estallar mientras la escuchaba... &lt;br /&gt;tanta emocion, tanta energia contenida, tanto que dar... The Arcade Fire... give it a try, you could like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And if the snow buries my, my neighboorhood.&lt;br /&gt;And if my parents are crying&lt;br /&gt;Then i'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You climb out the chimney,&lt;br /&gt;And meet me in the middle, the middle of the town. And since there's no one else around,&lt;br /&gt;We let our hair grow long,&lt;br /&gt;And forget all we used to know.&lt;br /&gt;Then our skin gets thicker from&lt;br /&gt;Living out in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change all the lead&lt;br /&gt;sleepin' in my head,&lt;br /&gt;as the day grows dim&lt;br /&gt;I hear you sing a golden hymn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we tried to name our babies&lt;br /&gt;But we forgot all the names that -&lt;br /&gt;The names we used to know.&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, we remember our bedrooms,&lt;br /&gt;And our parents' bedrooms,&lt;br /&gt;And the bedrooms of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;Then we think of our parents,&lt;br /&gt;Well what ever happened to them?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You change all the lead&lt;br /&gt;Sleepin' in my head to gold,&lt;br /&gt;As the day grows dim,&lt;br /&gt;I hear you sing a golden hymn,&lt;br /&gt;The song i've been trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purify the colours, purify my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Purify the colours, purify my mind,&lt;br /&gt;And spread the ashes of the colors,&lt;br /&gt;Over this heart of mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111550422917629999?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111550422917629999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111550422917629999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111550422917629999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111550422917629999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/maybe-you-could-like-it-we-let-our.html' title='...maybe you could like it... we let our hair grow long, and forget all we used to know.'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111523459341080513</id><published>2005-05-04T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:23:13.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>download list pa' ti</title><content type='html'>... como sigo de buen animo ahi les va una download list para que se entretengan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(en su mayoria es musica melancolica, pero me hace sentir bien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- wolfsheim / wondervoll &lt;br /&gt;  (sigh-suspiro)&lt;br /&gt;- coloma / summer clothes&lt;br /&gt;  (''i want to wear the clothes that summer wears'') &lt;br /&gt;- vitalic / the past &lt;br /&gt;  (sencillamente, ¡guau! puro moroder)&lt;br /&gt;- mount sims / forest chamber &lt;br /&gt;  (creepy) &lt;br /&gt;- console / into the universe &lt;br /&gt;  (''... if love was an equation...'') &lt;br /&gt;- röyksopp / remind me  (Someone Else's Radio Mix)&lt;br /&gt;  (''... everywhere i go, there's always something to remind me of another place and time'')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111523459341080513?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111523459341080513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111523459341080513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111523459341080513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111523459341080513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/download-list-pa-ti.html' title='download list pa&apos; ti'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111519021845502566</id><published>2005-05-04T02:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T02:03:38.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... y despues me preguntan, ¿y usted de que se rie?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;''in the hotels they are serving tea &lt;br /&gt; writing postcards &lt;br /&gt; ringing the bell &lt;br /&gt; they're still looking for the lighthouse key &lt;br /&gt; so kiss me quick i'll never tell.''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111519021845502566?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111519021845502566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111519021845502566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111519021845502566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111519021845502566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/y-despues-me-preguntan-y-usted-de-que.html' title='... y despues me preguntan, ¿y usted de que se rie?'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111518108777453554</id><published>2005-05-03T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T23:31:27.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... my kinda girl...</title><content type='html'>hace un poco mas de una semana alguien a quien aprecio mucho me envio lo que sigue a mi correo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings of Convenience&lt;br /&gt;Album : Riot On an Empty Street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee esto, es muy bonito:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1.Misread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be my friend&lt;br /&gt;You want us to get along&lt;br /&gt;Please do not expect me to&lt;br /&gt;Wrap it up and keep it there&lt;br /&gt;The observation I am doing could&lt;br /&gt;Easily be understood&lt;br /&gt;As cynical demeanour&lt;br /&gt;But one of us misread...&lt;br /&gt;And what do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend is not a means&lt;br /&gt;You utilize to get somewhee&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I didn't notice&lt;br /&gt;friendship is an end&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come no-one told me&lt;br /&gt;All throughout history&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest people&lt;br /&gt;Were the ones who always spoke the truth&lt;br /&gt;The ones who made a difference&lt;br /&gt;By withstanding the indifference&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's up to me now&lt;br /&gt;Should I take that risk or just smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;It happened again&lt;br /&gt;What do you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'd rather dance with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance with you than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we just move into the other room&lt;br /&gt;There's space for us to shake, and hey, I like this tune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if I could hear what you said&lt;br /&gt;I doubt my reply would be interesting for you to hear&lt;br /&gt;Because I haven't read a single book all year&lt;br /&gt;And the only film I saw, I didn't like it at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music's too loud and the noise from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;Increases the chance of misinterpretation&lt;br /&gt;So let your hips do the talking&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you laugh by acting like the guy who sings&lt;br /&gt;And you'll make me smile by really getting into the swing&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing, getting into the swing&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing, getting into the swing&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing, getting into the swing&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing, getting into the swing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Getting into the swing...)&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance, I'd rather dance than talk with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance with you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather dance with you &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... una bonita persona, bonita musica, textos bonitos... &lt;br /&gt;y todavia hay gente que cree que lo que hablen de mi &lt;br /&gt;me va a destruir...naaaa! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... these are my kinda people... my kinda girl... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111518108777453554?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111518108777453554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111518108777453554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111518108777453554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111518108777453554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-kinda-girl.html' title='... my kinda girl...'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111480837774711195</id><published>2005-04-29T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:59:37.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>... </title><content type='html'>GOT BRASS IN POCKET&lt;br /&gt;GOT BOTTLE I'M GONNA USE IT&lt;br /&gt;INTENTION I FEEL INVENTIVE&lt;br /&gt;GONNA MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU NOTICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT MOTION RESTRAINED EMOTION&lt;br /&gt;BEEN DRIVING DETROIT LEANING&lt;br /&gt;NO REASON JUST SEEMS SO PLEASING&lt;br /&gt;GONNA MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU NOTICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GONNA USE MY ARMS&lt;br /&gt;GONNA USE MY LEGS&lt;br /&gt;GONNA USE MY STYLE&lt;br /&gt;GONNA USE MY SIDESTEP&lt;br /&gt;GONNA USE MY FINGERS&lt;br /&gt;GONNA USE MY, MY, MY IMAGINATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE I GONNA MAKE YOU SEE&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOBODY ELSE HERE&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE LIKE ME&lt;br /&gt;I'M SPECIAL SO SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HAVE SOME OF YOUR ATTENTION GIVE IT TO ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOT RHYTHM I CAN'T MISS A BEAT&lt;br /&gt;GOT NEW SKANK IT'S SO REET&lt;br /&gt;GOT SOMETHING I'M WINKING AT YOU&lt;br /&gt;GONNA MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU, MAKE YOU NOTICE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(CHORUS)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE I GONNA MAKE YOU SEE&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOBODY ELSE HERE&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE LIKE ME&lt;br /&gt;I'M SPECIAL, SO SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HAVE SOME OF YOUR ATTENTION&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IT TO ME&lt;br /&gt;'CAUSE I GONNA MAKE YOU SEE&lt;br /&gt;THERE'S NOBODY ELSE HERE&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE LIKE ME&lt;br /&gt;I'M SPECIAL, SO SPECIAL&lt;br /&gt;I GOTTA HAVE SOME OF YOUR ATTENTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GIVE IT TO ME &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111480837774711195?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111480837774711195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111480837774711195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111480837774711195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111480837774711195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title='... '/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111476109046321285</id><published>2005-04-29T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T02:51:30.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mmm</title><content type='html'>''What you gonna do when you get out of jail?&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have some fun&lt;br /&gt;What do you consider fun?&lt;br /&gt;Fun, natural fun'' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom Tom Club, Genius Of Love 1981. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111476109046321285?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111476109046321285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111476109046321285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111476109046321285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111476109046321285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/04/mmm.html' title='mmm'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111476027697323587</id><published>2005-04-29T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T02:37:56.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lista tonta que puede o no decir algo sobre mi</title><content type='html'>... boobadas q se encuentra uno por ahi... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTRUCTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Copy this whole list into your journal.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bold the things that are true about you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Whatever you don't bold is false.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01. I miss somebody right now &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. I don't watch much TV these days&lt;br /&gt;03. I love olives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. I love sleeping &lt;br /&gt;05. I own lots of books&lt;br /&gt;06. I wear glasses or contact lenses &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;07. I love to play video games&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. I've tried marijuana&lt;br /&gt;09. I've watched porn movies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have been in a threesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship&lt;br /&gt;12. I believe honesty is usually the best policy (not when it comes to the mother)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I have acne free skin&lt;br /&gt;14. I like and respect Al Sharpton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. I curse frequently (Not at work or around family)&lt;br /&gt;16. I have changed a lot mentally over the last year&lt;br /&gt;17. I have a hobby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I've been told I: (women) have an applebottom, (men) am packing.&lt;br /&gt;19. I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. I'm really, really smart&lt;br /&gt;21. I've never broken someone's bones (I've knocked someone out though)&lt;br /&gt;22. I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal ( I have a couple secrets but I'm not ashamed)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I hate the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. I'm paranoid at times&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scarless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. I need money right now! (God yes!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I love Sushi&lt;br /&gt;28. I talk really, really fast ..sometimes&lt;br /&gt;29. I have fresh breath in the morning (That's cause I brush in the morning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. I have semi-long hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. I have lost money in Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;32. I have at least one brother and/or one sister&lt;br /&gt;33. I was born in a country outside of the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;34. I shave my legs (females) or face (males) on a regular basis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. I have a twin&lt;br /&gt;36. I have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past (Theatre made me do it)&lt;br /&gt;37. I couldn't survive without Caller I.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. I like the way that I look sometimes (And then I see the pictures)&lt;br /&gt;39. I have lied to a good friend in the last 6 months&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. I know how to do cornrows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. I am usually pessimistic (I prefer realistic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. I have a lot of mood swings&lt;br /&gt;43. I think prostitution should be legalized&lt;br /&gt;44. I think Britney Spears is hot&lt;br /&gt;45. I have cheated on a significant other in the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;46. I have a hidden talent (My talents are out for the world to see&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm always hyper no matter how much sugar I have&lt;br /&gt;48. I think that I'm popular&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. I am currently single&lt;br /&gt;50. I have kissed someone of the same sex&lt;br /&gt;51. I enjoy talking on the phone (Ick)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. I practically live in sweatpants or PJ pants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. I love to shop.&lt;br /&gt;54. I would rather shop than eat&lt;br /&gt;55. I would classify myself as ghetto.&lt;br /&gt;56. I'm bourgie and have worn a sweater tied around my shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;57. I'm obsessed with my Ujournal or Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;58. I don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;59. I'm a pretty good dancer (I'm a great dancer)&lt;br /&gt;60. I don't think Mike Tyson raped Desiree Washington&lt;br /&gt;61. I'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother&lt;br /&gt;62. I have a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;63. I believe in God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. I watch MTV on a daily basis (Now because I have a teen in the house)&lt;br /&gt;65. I have passed out drunk in the past 6 months (Only half passed out..damn vanilla stoli)&lt;br /&gt;66. I love drama (On stage or in life?)&lt;br /&gt;67. I have never been in a real relationship before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;68. I've rejected someone before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. I currently have a crush on someone (But it's waning)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;71. I want to have children in the future&lt;br /&gt;72. I have changed a diaper before&lt;br /&gt;73. I've called the cops on a friend before (On my ex when we were still married)&lt;br /&gt;74. I bite my nails&lt;br /&gt;75. I am a member of the Tom Green fan club&lt;br /&gt;76. I'm not allergic to anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. I have a lot to learn (We all do)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. I have dated someone at least 10 years older (multiple someones)&lt;br /&gt;79. I plan on seeing Ice Cube's newest "Friday" movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. I am very shy around the opposite sex sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. I'm online 24/7, even as an away message&lt;br /&gt;82. I have at least 5 away messages saved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. I have tried alcohol or drugs before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. I have made a move on a friend's significant other in the past&lt;br /&gt;85. I own the "South Park" movie&lt;br /&gt;86. I have avoided assignments at work/school to be on Xanga or Livejournal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;87. When I was a kid I played "the birds and the bees" with a neighbor or chum&lt;br /&gt;88. I enjoy some country music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. I think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza&lt;br /&gt;91. I watch soap operas whenever I can&lt;br /&gt;92. I'm obsessive, anal retentive, and often a perfectionist (Only some mild OCD)&lt;br /&gt;93. I have used my sexuality to advance my career&lt;br /&gt;94. I love Michael Jackson, scandals and all&lt;br /&gt;95. I know all the words to Slick Rick's "Children's Story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;96. Halloween is awesome because you get free candy&lt;br /&gt;97. I watch Spongebob Squarepants and I like it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. I have dated a close friend's ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;99. I'm happy as of this moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111476027697323587?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111476027697323587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111476027697323587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111476027697323587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111476027697323587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/04/lista-tonta-que-puede-o-no-decir-algo.html' title='lista tonta que puede o no decir algo sobre mi'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-111207429488617737</id><published>2005-03-29T00:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T00:31:34.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absente Terebenthine</title><content type='html'>I closed this book and my collection of empty pages, &lt;br /&gt;I wanted to find the atmosphere of a warm painting. &lt;br /&gt;Dark colors with a single source of light in the middle, &lt;br /&gt;one man, seen from behind. &lt;br /&gt;Everything reinvented differently, &lt;br /&gt;neither overpopulation nor clans, &lt;br /&gt;Individuality the mistress of each row,&lt;br /&gt;red, the white hole. But no brush is virgin like the first stone. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-111207429488617737?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/111207429488617737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=111207429488617737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111207429488617737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/111207429488617737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/03/absente-terebenthine.html' title='Absente Terebenthine'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-110936387672328531</id><published>2005-02-25T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:37:56.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>otro top raro, marco: 0, lahumanidad: muerte</title><content type='html'>1ª parte&lt;br /&gt;- carlos y genis (de hidrogenesse, grupo paralelo a astrud)&lt;br /&gt;  austrohungaro.com&lt;br /&gt;- esmeraldo, el fanzine literario de manolo (astrud)&lt;br /&gt;  austrohungaro.com/esmeraldo/&lt;br /&gt;- ediciones de la niña gotica &lt;br /&gt;  lacabeza.net/ediciones/gotica.htm &lt;br /&gt;- expreso belisario, una camerata punk&lt;br /&gt;- ''marguerine eclipse'' de stereolab &lt;br /&gt;- discos de morrissey para desmpolvar,&lt;br /&gt;  ¤ bona drag &lt;br /&gt;  ¤ vauxhall and i &lt;br /&gt;  ¤ your arsenal &lt;br /&gt;  ¤ bethoven was deaf&lt;br /&gt;- y de ñapa, ''strangeways here we come'' de los smiths &lt;br /&gt;- el chocolate y el queso&lt;br /&gt;- despues de dos años, ser bobo sigue siendo out &lt;br /&gt;- ... y yo que les digo, el mostacho regresara... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ª parte &lt;br /&gt;- no soy dj &lt;br /&gt;- no quiero serlo &lt;br /&gt;- detesto ser dj &lt;br /&gt;- me gusta poner canciones &lt;br /&gt;- y ''temas'' (esas canciones sin letra)&lt;br /&gt;- me gusta mezclarlas y hacer ruiditos&lt;br /&gt;- pero no soy un dj caraxo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3ª parte&lt;br /&gt;- marco: ¿es el amor de chocho, un amor pechocho?&lt;br /&gt;- niña: no. pero es chabrocho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4ª parte&lt;br /&gt;- the faint/how could i forget &lt;br /&gt;- mission of burmha/that's when i reach for my revolver&lt;br /&gt;- the killers/somebody told me&lt;br /&gt;- michael jackson/beat it &lt;br /&gt;- prince/ purple rain (como quisiera bailarla con alguien)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''A veces un pequeño indicio &lt;br /&gt;  nos conduce a un descubrimiento imperceptible''&lt;br /&gt;  (Gustave Flaubert, Bouvard y Pecuchet, 1880)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gracias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-110936387672328531?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/110936387672328531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=110936387672328531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/110936387672328531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/110936387672328531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/02/otro-top-raro-marco-0-lahumanidad_25.html' title='otro top raro, marco: 0, lahumanidad: muerte'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-110895856926054417</id><published>2005-02-20T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T23:02:49.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top Abrumadoramente Melancolico y Autista de m. a . </title><content type='html'>(ni in, ni out, solo cosas ahi)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; - las canciones de amor &lt;br /&gt; - las niñas enamoradas &lt;br /&gt; - la lluvia, el ron, los zapatos mojados, los amiguis&lt;br /&gt; - los bocadillos magicos &lt;br /&gt; - baquetazo en la frente &lt;br /&gt; - antes del atardecer, (ya me la vere...)&lt;br /&gt; - que le cuiden la gripa a uno&lt;br /&gt; - dormir al lado de quien uno quiere&lt;br /&gt; - alicia keys&lt;br /&gt; - yo, siempre yo y yo no mas (!)&lt;br /&gt; - escribir sin tildes &lt;br /&gt; - el hip-hop, el r&amp;b y el reggeton &lt;br /&gt; - tv on the radio (musique)&lt;br /&gt; - el ramen de vasito &lt;br /&gt; - un mundo sin stereolab es un mundo triste &lt;br /&gt; - el amor no es para sufrir &lt;br /&gt; - si no es bonito no es amor &lt;br /&gt; - mercano el marciano (movie)&lt;br /&gt; - la mala educacion es un bollazo de pelicula &lt;br /&gt; - me dormi viendo guinea pig &lt;br /&gt; - dominguear &lt;br /&gt; - basquet case (movie)&lt;br /&gt; - luther blisset&lt;br /&gt; - ser anonimo entre los amigos &lt;br /&gt; - ... ser popular entre gete que uno no conoce&lt;br /&gt; - ... si, es raro  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-110895856926054417?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/110895856926054417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=110895856926054417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/110895856926054417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/110895856926054417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/02/top-abrumadoramente-melancolico-y.html' title='Top Abrumadoramente Melancolico y Autista de m. a . '/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10972498.post-110895825837716197</id><published>2005-02-20T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T22:57:38.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock And Roll Machine</title><content type='html'>Rain keeps falling down, I'll leave this northern town&lt;br /&gt;I'll run from your mentality and leave you all behind you'll see&lt;br /&gt;There's no more giving up and no more giving in to you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have dreams to realise, it's burning in my heart you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more shattered dreams for what I could have been&lt;br /&gt;I'll escape reality and shape my destiny you'll see&lt;br /&gt;It's my turn to shine to set the world alight&lt;br /&gt;What will be will always be, it's burning in my heart you'll see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock and roll is all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Rock and roll is all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Rock and roll is all I want to do&lt;br /&gt;Rock and roll is all I want from you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10972498-110895825837716197?l=marsfromvenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/feeds/110895825837716197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10972498&amp;postID=110895825837716197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/110895825837716197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10972498/posts/default/110895825837716197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marsfromvenus.blogspot.com/2005/02/rock-and-roll-machine.html' title='Rock And Roll Machine'/><author><name>m . a .</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16368194094761293218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
