I found this laying arround

This is the complete transcript I made in order to memorize Vincent (by Tim Burton). I'm looking forward to translate it into Catalan and Spanish some day. Here it is:

VINCENT, by Tim Burton (Transcript by thesnale)

Vincent Maloy is seven years old
He's always polite and does what he's told
For a boy his age he's considerate and nice
but he wants to be just like Vincent Price.

He doesn't mind living with his sister dog and cats
though he'd rather share a home with spiders and bats.
There he could reflect on the horrors he's invented
And wander dark hallways alone and tormented.

Vincent is nice when his anunt comes to see him,
but imagines dipping her in wax for his wax museum.

He likes to experiment on his dog Abercrombie
in the hopes of creating a horrible zombie,
so he and his horrible zombie dog
can go searching for victims in the London fog.

His thoughts though are not only of ghoulish crime,
he likes to paint and read to pass some of the time.
While other kids read books like Go Jane Go,
Vincent's favourite author is Edgar Allan Poe.

One night while reading a gruesome tale
he read a passage that made him turn pale,
such horrible news he could not survive
for his beutiful wife had been burried alive.
He dug out her grave to make sure she was dead
unaware that her grave was his mother's flowerbed.

His mother sent Vincent off to his room,
he knew he'd been banished to the tower of doom,
where he was sentenced to spend the rest of his life
alone with the portrait of his beautiful wife.

While alone and insane and cased in his doom
Vincent's mother bursted suddenly into the room,
she said "If you want to you can go out and play,
it's sunny outside and a beautiful day."

Vincent tried to talk but he just couldnt speak,
the yers of isolation had made him quite weak
so he took out some paper and scrolled with a pen
"I am possesed by this house and can never leave it again"
His mother said "You are not possesed and you are not almost dead,
these games that you play are all in your head.
You're not Vincent Price, you're Vincent Maloy
you're not tomented or insane you're just a young boy
you're seven years old and you are my son.
I want you to get outside and have some real fun."

Her anger now spent she walked out through the hall,
and while Vincent backed slowly against the wall
the room started to sway, to shiver and creack,
his horrid insanity had reached it's peak.

He saw Abercrombie, his zombie slave
and heard his wife call from beyond the grave,
she spoke from her coffin and made ghoulish demands
while through cracking walls reached skeleton hands.

Every horror in his life that had crept through his dreams
swept his mad laughter to terrified screams.
To escape the madness he reached for the door
but fell limp and lifeless down on the floor.

His voice was soft and very slow
as he quoted The Raven form Edgar Allan Poe:

...And my soul from out that shadow,
that lies floating on the floor
shall be lifted
nevermore.

Google's Black Opel Astra Spotted

In La Garriga, a small town (pop. 15k) near Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain where I live at about 13:20 GMT+2. I'll be watching for updates in Google Street View to confirm, but the car was definiteley the same as this one.
Has anyone seen it in other small villages in Europe?

El dèficit fiscal de Catalunya és de més de 17 milions d'€

Podéis tener Retiro, Casa Campo y Ateneo,
podéis tener mil cines, mil teatros, mil museos,
podéis tener Corrala, organillos y chulapas,
pero al llegar agosto, ¡vaya, vaya!,
aquí no hay playa.
¡Vaya, vaya!
No hay playa.
¡Vaya, vaya!

Podéis decir a gritos que es la capital de Europa,
podéis ganar la Liga, podéis ganar la Copa,
afirmaréis seguros que es la capital de España…
Podéis tener hipódromo, Jarama y Complutense
y , al lado, la Moncloa donde siguen los de siempre,
podéis tener el mando del imperio en vuestras manos,
pero al llegar agosto y el verano…
Podéis tener la tele y los 40 Principales,
podéis tener las Cortes, organismos oficiales,
el Oso y el Madroño, Cibeles, Torrespaña…

¡Escucha, Leguina!
Podéis tener Movida ¡hace tiempo!,
Movida promovida por el Ayuntamiento,
podéis rogar a Tierno
o a Barranco o al que haya,
pero al llegar agosto, ¡vaya, vaya!…
Aquí no hay playa!

Efectes colaterals

A hores d'ara tots sabem qui ha guanyat la SuperBowl perquè s'en parla molt, però del que encara s'en parla més son els anuncis que feien a la mitja part que es paguen a 2.4 milions de dollars per trenta segons, més o menys. El fet que siguin tant cars empeny a que la inversió prèvia (estretament lligada a la qualitat final) sigui alta i l'anunci de més o menys bo a molt bo. Aquest preu és degut a que el nombre d'espectadors d'aquesta competició només és superada per la final del Mundial de Futbol (és a dir soccer, no football) a nivell mundial.

L'Art per l'Art

He topat amb aquesta web i no acabo d'entendre res... però és la mar de bonica!

Substitueix a la meva antiga web preferida en quant al diseny: l'antiga doubleyou.com que ha estat desmuntada i s'han rendit al Flash... (en algun cas almenys).